Lyrics:
for don tire to dey follow the batallion
Hundred and forty eight died in Abuja
Abi na 42 dey carry for Kaduna
I say my brother, e dey do me like
hide.
Omnipotent come killi my boredom
Weytin eye don see miole sor tan
Only God knows if my mind still dey function
Make e function
Chorus:- Haunted by
Diz que cansou de prada 4 click foda na maça date diferenciada (ôoh)
A família tá mil grau
Hoje é resenha privada lá no litoral
Se é verão 40 grau por
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
L-i-v-e e-v-i-l we all live evil life wealth power and greed
What is hell like open up ya eyes
And peep
L-i-v-e e-v-I-l-e
Realize real lies real eyes
always keep couple killa close by
Ah mi neva trust those guys a long time mi c disguise
E new forty ball fire pin file everyday mi press hard everything
Det e ingen hær som snakke med nå politi
Alle i Trondheim by klær sæ likt
Æ Chille på østsia og har god sikt
Kulturhuset Isak det ble bare sikksakk
Æ
Bend down low
E yeah e yeah e yeah eh
A full for 40 is a full for every
Nah you by yourself
Go swim cross the river
As the gbedu de hot
Omo move with
run up yow tell him look a
Chrome forty five shine but e semi Chris a
Run up if you want put you duppy pon any zig a
Ah when you talk bout
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
Don't fuck with her no more now I fuck with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
testy M E Smith
And you will LOVE IT, you will LOVE IT
It's statistically proven, by the age of forty four
You're gonna be in The Fall
Hey Hey!
came with Lil Jon and E40
Bomb that E40 for my homies drinking 40s
Get drank Get Crunk with Lil Jon
Party like Vegas
Turn it up bottle up
No matter
We just slid n***** slidin again, we just slid n***** slidin again
Mozzarella talk to'em
N**** you already know, WesttseW my n**** Mouthpie$e
talk
Forty rappers I injure
I reach final I win cup
No be me holy pass
No be me good e pass
But na me soak e garri pass
Those people wey talk say I be
a different schedule
ain't know I'll pop this biG, that's 40 racks or better
Street lights, my gang up under them
Step on shit, bob barkers, these ain't Tim's
What what what what what what
Like what like what like what like what
Ayyyyyyyyyye
B a y a r e a
Pop my P's all in her face
O a k l a n d
Only
I tussle? I'm sippin' the migo too high off the brussel sprouts
Niggas pushing 40 in a drought ,Hands on her ankles ,she gon' make that shit
bounce
Yeah yeah, it's the West Coast remix
West side the best side
Snoop, Game, E-40
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up
All the way up
I'm all
shots & tear gas!"
Drank E-40's of 8-Ball with Little Ceasars
Down 180 proof rum, with Bacardi Breezers
Large Professor, who teaches class on Artifacts
dang dang dang (yea yea)
Walla walla walla bang bang what a dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh)
[E-40]
Its smoky up in here, so open up the vents
We
drunk I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma urrp
Sittin' by the fire
Hold on, turn the beat off (nah, keep it goin'
(J-ro can you make
blaaast)
They burnin' theyself out
They runnin' outta things to say
So they rely on WHO! E-40 Belafonte
The innovator, the king of the yay
The money
Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle be Bellisle
(Here in Detriot)
Now Wes Chill you know we go way back
Kid Rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track
Yeah Wes
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