Lyrics:
where you lack
Get the girls after school pull up playing Do U
Do or Die set the mood
Get cream by any means
Mix juke with the Wu-Tang
Always did my own
past due
Sipping on white, she don't do forty-two
It's a 'DND' night so she call by the noon
Youn' got a man so I make that move
We aint make love so
[E-40] White girl (x8)
(White girl" continues to repeat 8X in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
[E-40
Gangsta
J.I.D, whoa shit, whoa shit, whoa shit
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Please, please
Get off my dick, get off my dick
.40 my hip,
From Denver to California
By way of Mexico
We're lost and we're finding each other
And we may never see the west coast
We may never see the west
of
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet
Side by side, they're glorified
Where
a seventy thirty, no way, no way
Or a sixty forty, uh, uh, uh, uh
Talkin 'bout a fifty fifty, when the room is empty
And the clothes come off, I'm doin' you
do one more game of counting by fives on our fingers
This is a long one, keep going
Get set, ready, go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55,
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
Verse One: E-40, Too $hort
I'm forty
"The big four oh"
I'm forty
"The big four oh"
I'm forty
"The big four oh"
I'm forty
"The big four oh"
"Five years from thirty"
Plus
Jeremiah
And if you get the chance steal a 40 for me
Jeremiah kept on learning as the years went by, but he also kept on drinking because his liver hadn't
So the lone ranger rides again
I'm gonna blow by you
Like a frozen cold freight train
I'll freeze the smile on your face
Go back, hell no!
I
I could take a punch or get hit by a car
Could go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I won't talk about
Pop a word out
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin and on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Sicx over top
Diggin in
wanna murder me
Prolly cuz she love me and she hate the way she heard of me
(I think she wanna murder me)
This life is like blur to me
We can split a 40
40 Days and 40 Nights
I hope this boat is watertight
I load these animals two by two
Just doing what I was told to do
I put the unicorns by the bear
Got some Ps in the passenger seat
Big 40 on my lap and the FM by my feet
She's as thick as a gram in the wood
Nah, I wish the bitch would
Got some Ps
that's why they call it God's country
I saw the light in the sunrise
Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside
Gettin' baptized in holy water
for my side, waist forty four, hips twenty five, no be by size I go hold am tight)
(Hold am tight)
(I go hold am tight)
(No be by size, no be by power)
Jump off the porch with my brothers
We was posted on the corners use to sell dope
From the north southwest banging 40
We stay toted with them beams
Yeah!
They call me Gucci Bag Shawty
Gucci Bag Shaawwtttyyy...
Yeah!
A.k.a. Gassed-Up Shawty
They call me Gucci Bag Shawty...
Keep that Glock 40
Dead by tonight
40oz FIST
Slowly dying painful death
Execution from the insane
Body contorting convulsing
Malt Liquor mixed with brain
Your life
Drop bitches wassup...wassup? wassup? BITCH
Ayo loyalty is royalty shit I live by they gone say Q was the realest when the kid die
Down for my niggas
like 85
Multiply that by 12, You 4 off, that's a little shy
I get money, cus I am the man, crossing out the middle guys
I'm hot as ice when it's 40
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