Lyrics:
Diamonds on me hit like Floyd Mayweather
Don been through the worst but was taught to do better
Cop birds by the two watch em flock with no feathers
that be my favorite gun
I like 556 and 40s but this 9 gon' get shit done
Ion trust no bitch I just call her ass to beat ha buns
These hoes get you gone
Say say me come from the gutter
Make i share my bread say
Say who go give me butter
Give me butter
My brother shey you get am
My brother shey you get
And everything under the rainbow would run me all of my dough
Before the count of forty four bet they get down on the floor
Like beans you lay down you're going
to trick him to the spot
Let Steezy bust shawty
I got a plug in the Bay, I call him E-40
Hit a nigga long range with the Glock 40
Snitchin' at an all-time
of a sudden
All of a sudden
No be today my people dey suffer
No be today
I say e don tey my people dey suffer
If na by hardwork
Poor man go get money
Poor man
(Conductor)
Woah, uh-huh
(Conductor, we have a problem) Nackie Chan, wha-ta!
Whoa, yo
Yo, son
Santo Domingo, helpin' the Gus to get
Sorry, Jet you took the info straight out of The Post
Burned us just like toast
When it comes to getting you facts straight about P.E.
Get your shit
Darling
Kur ti mërzitesh you know I'm the one that you be callin'
Me the që ti don gangstas, I'm the one I keep a forty
Kur zbrite në Miami ti e pe
You better hide your daughter 'cause I'm out to get laid with dick
and have her sprung on this black ass nigga
Straight up out the gutter, have
skins and a 4-0
Dropped the O-E cause it's just too cold
Get myself some gin instead and then I stroll
But before I get out the door
The man behind
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
her boyfriend stalking in the club
I done told her to sit by me
It's a honor to get kicked by me
Honor to get touched by me
More green than a Christmas
There's no way we can get back
By train on the railroad tracks
We lost our sights, our heart's in the right place
When our fights were so permanent
ten years deep and out them ten years
I got two weeks of sleep and caffeine free
Amazin' right? I got a street team
That'll get paid to snipe
Yeah, by
on a victrola - it is Enrico Caruso Tosca e Lucevan Le Stelle, Act III (link below to YouTube)
Attorney General, Philander Knox enters, he’s holding
-five shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
to kill, dunk skills, e-rupt
You ask why? My reply is 'I don't give a fuck!'
I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat
After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across
from thoughts inside a stupid brain
Askin’ if E gets busy, partna I do my thing
Yeah 40 bars right there
No bubble gum shit neither you know Supported
Forty eight building I'm going flood it with diddys and keys
Lil bitch I don't want you I'm out of your league
Pandemic over they fucked up ran out
your'e here
Your'e promised an eternity of happiness in heaven
You just gotta make sure you get there
God never said it was gonna be easy
And with that he
could be how he thug, or play it smooth play it smooth
Guess I'm a punk then, they let the drunken monk in
With a O-E 40 like E-40 trying to Function
hold the dice without six on the tea leaf
I know you want to win, so go on and try your luck
Punk, put your money on the floor and get bucked
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