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My Drinking Club

E-40

Tha Hall of Game

1996

by buyin' up the bar
Sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up
Stainless artichokes, tequila poppes, Medusas
Better prepare myself for the upset

I told these rappers dis dat get back
My niggas packing dat energy
We ben trappin for a long time
Now I'm like fuck all my enemies
We do not mess wit

that's my almond joy
Get yourself together save dat hating for them other boys
Keep it on my hip I'll spray paint yo corduroys
At yo momma house broad day

back to the hood we gone peel u like a sticker 
Pardon my French bitch ion do kissing 
Grab u by da neck like a dog in dis bitch
Choke dat dick 
Use mo

Comic, fillin on pain killers, watchin good fellaz,
Dancin in the dungeon all by maself,
I say I think I'm goin crazy, thats a cry for help.
My phone dont

Pass it off wit the ice
Don't believe all the hype (2017 shit)
Better run the red light

Nigga get hit by Lil' Freaky
We get them sticks from Lil

Whats goin on with my body yea
A G Lotti
Whats goin on wit my body
Its some strong feel it watching
And she just wana fuck its some wrong wit dat lil

is run me back I’m in the sky what’s up wit dat
I Do no cap but I wear hats I’m tryna put us on da map
I’m it my team jus hustle back y’all junkies I

if he thinkin' I'm a LICK
LOLLIPOP
Lil bruh came wit' a stick in case
Really out da way tryna chill for my kids
Migrated
Took flight
How far I've came

now I'm sayin', open up the trunk
Now time to get some billions, fuck that, Milly ain't enough
Love my twin, even my momma, treat lil' fonem like ha son

ten toes solid but dat pussy got me slippin (damn)
Don't tell me try to settle down cus I like fuckin women (yessir)
Like'em bougie lil bit ratchet

disrespect
Lotta bad bitches wanna give me sex
Gang on my neck, gold chain wit da crest
She gon' buss it down on a boy then I dip
You a lil' bitch crying 'bout

disrespect
Lotta bad bitches wanna give me sex
Gang on my neck, gold chain wit da crest
She gon' buss it down on a boy then I dip
You a lil' bitch crying 'bout

look
But one thing we know is dat
When we feel it
We know it is real
Something bout the way you gunning through my head
Makes me wanna stay at home with

Yeah dat typa hurt come around
Yeah
Money talkin my kinda sound
Yeah
Why you just sounding down
Yeah dat typa hurt come around
Hope my aunt kitty she

lil bitch and I dip pull that shii out and I nut on her lip
SRT hellcat bae that new whip
Say I carry dat Drac
Dem 7.72s gon take off your face
Dump

determined to go get da win
Just look who depend on my pen to get dividends
Yeah dat be my kin 
Dat my heart
Dat my lil twin
Fuck a boutta friend if you ain't

from the Dogg House

Where all my West Coast niggas at?
Now pop ya collar to dis (We in here)
And pop ya collar to dat
(We in this muthafucka)
Where my

And I mean yall niggas gone see what i mean by sculla dis and sculla dat
Im on my sculla shit fuck everybody else cloudy you made this 

Wont see

the understatement (ya)
Of the ages (ya), contemplating
Taking vacation to the painless
Pain is a memory I’m saving
For when my enemy is safe in
His bed of dreams I’ll

(I'm Gbg bitch)
Told you i'm the one lil bitch i am the uno
You can get hit by dat train bitch i ain't Bruno (Ha Ha no funnies bitch)
Yea i'm a demon i

I want that shit before I dip so what's the chances huh
I'm trynna put it in yo hip I'm curving left lil mah
We smoking gas, thumb in yo ass while I

Breathing an air of caution
So I count my blessings
So many less fortunate
And I cant judge a man by
His shoes if I never walked in them
Everybody got a story

that? 
Making sure we was just on the same page
(We sure was)
Old ass game imma play that
Shit all changed by the look in her face
Smoke all my problems