Lyrics:
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
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck
Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts
Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)
'Cause they don't know nothin
on
[E-40]
We like to mob, M.O.B. my organization of business, why'all
Fuck with me and I route you'll never see another Christmas
Expect Nicholas to be
fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know
Heat rooms like a thermometer
Two-forty
right on the floor again
I'll let my .40 getting roaring then, smoking a 3.5
I'm copping a zip and it flew by, saying "My oh my!"
I ain't let that slide,
everyday na so so trouble dey pile up
E come dey be like say before I be 40
For this our country
Wahala go chop me
Shebi them talk say one day e go make
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
fictionary
[E 40]
ZOOM!
Even though the streets mob filthy lights burned out (out)
Dopefiends die with antennas in they mouth
Niggaz are starvin, some
[Krayzie]
Yeah, Bone Enterpri$e in tha muthafuckin house, nigga!
Yo, y'all muthafucka's that didn't think we was comin' out
Check this shit out: I
we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[E-40]
Look out peon, we might of lost
do it
From the Brooklyn to the Bay
Bring the hook in by the way
[Chorus]
(Kokane & E-40)
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just
you 'sposed to do that when, she's yo' main squeeze
Got your babies, drive Mercedes
No if's or maybe's, that's your lady
Quiet on the set!
E-40
back around
E-40 Water held his ground
Kept my foot in the fast lane
Flew uppidy on mesmerized
'cause I snuck up in up out the game
You makin' a 40
Every day I’m all about that dollar bill hoe
That R E S P E C T I kill for
Lost a hundred grand
Made a hundred mill though
My money long, your money
fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know
Heat rooms like a thermometer
Two-forty
walls in your motherfuckin' daughter
M-O-S, S-I-E
M-U-G, and K-I-V
Always to' with E-4-0
Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store
Motherfuckers
Sniping them all (Bow)
Surely surely
We're gonna all be rich by 40
Get lit when we're
Doing up Mways
In a black E class so sporty
I give God all
My nigga E showed me how to parlay A Z
(Good lookin' nigga)
I know my mama pullin' overtime
Pocket full of dimes so I'm out here pullin' mine
Yeah E-40 and the mothafuckin' C-L-I-C-K in this mothafucka', you know
I got my cousin Kaveo on the mothafuckin' side of me
We fin to spit some
with it, make it intentional
Hardly a visual, hard to ignore me
I grew up on Keith and Too $hort and E-40
A triple OG, a G 'bout to be forty
Still
(What)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (Aye)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (J Bird On The Fucking Beat)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (What)
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
Wa wa
I am Billirano i am Billirano waoa
Adigun kingy
No be who work hard but na who work smart
If na by show I de do concert
No be who drop song
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