Lyrics:
all my hoodlum and thug niggas
[E-40]
[unknown] regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang soprano
Wild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin
Ayy (skrrt, skrrt)
(SG Gang, nigga, skrrt)
Kodak, why you strapped like that?
Why you act like that?
'Cause I got it by myself (ayy)
(You know I
[E-40]
Elite alloy candy coated custom paint
Verizon wireless phone
Jacob watch with interchangeable bands and five time zones
Tryin to holla
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
and mean muggin jump until it`s a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the real nothin but
What if I bring this back down?
You gots to be about it
[E-40]
Uhh... that's a good look for you
[Chorus]
(That's a good look for me!) I'm on another level
Rose gold Roley with the yellow diamond bezel
I'm still forty with the forty close
In the 840 playin' new E-40
With some horny hoes
(Yeah) Finally, y'all been waiting
To hear a verse for
on that E-40, that OG (ayy)
These bitch niggas be actin' up, these hoes niggas be actin' foul (chea)
They'll grind with you, they'll shine with you
Be
by
Heller 7 timer i bilen enn 40 min på fly
Æ og mine e like ekte som sult og orkaner
Svinger gjennom livet med hverandre som lianer
Noen av gutta har
eat tinba f'orin sile e
No be say you no de grind
I know deeply you de try
Bobo all you need is grace
O ko need client kan
If you bomb for 40 days
So
really feel it when you chewin' on a bean
I been out my mind, fuckin' bitches by the threes
Speedin' in the Benz and the tank on E
You gotta go and get
I ain't playing
Young nigga survived by chance
Thank god im alive when I'm praying
Swear to god I'll ride for my fam
Hope the forty five don't jam
Scales reading four forty eight
It's a bag to get
Risks to take
Weed got me moving slow
Pickup the pace
Smoke it by the O
Count up the cake
Scales
this out
[E-40]
Raised in the heart of the ghetto, dipping and dodging the metro
Pitching the ? and coke that's what I use to pedal
Heavy metal,
Ah fuck it
Ah y'all got your nigga e-40 in this motherfucker
I buzz I put a step in
Kickin it in the fac house motherfucker
Ay, g-nut, spice,
[E-40]
You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'?
(Aight) Let's go
Uhh, a little more volume pimp YEAH, okay
Just tell me when... yeah
[CHORUS]
Alcoholism [8x]
[E-40]
Pull this bitch over my nigga
I got to piss
I stay with sip in my fist
I drink like a fish
Sometimes I be sober
But
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
Quero 40 no wri’, aye
Quero 40 no pulso
Que se foda, o seu som que é avulso !
Hey !
Eu já percebi que essa bela nunca me quer, (“free”)
Eu já percebi
from (Hong Kong)
A Pretty Philly bruk har neck fi di star
When mi swing e Maserati
M-5 pull up and beat glock-40
Tail pipe Scream
Couple doughnut
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck
Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts
Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)
'Cause they don't know nothin
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