Lyrics:
to hit Beach Road
Roll up and get Hella high
With a wahine booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She
panoramic views (Skrr, Skrr)
Mentally my mind a tool, in two different point of views (Skrr)
Uh, my n****a Rome G got that red beam strong! (pew, pew, pew)
You the same little shawty that I wanted
She appreciate it love me when I bought it
Put a brand new 40 inch right by your two piece
We been rolling
just swings like a blade when I'm giving the cleanest of shaves
4 in the chest, 2 in the leg can't forget shh got 6 in the face
Do that job in
40 on me, no 4 2,
Run him for his bitch then I strip em for the loot
Like ooohhh scared for his life, like boo
Taught her how to hoe, might as well
to Houston for some face
Mary Jane wit' a coincidence I'm blowin' swishas doin the same thing
Six-hundred for some big O's, 400 degrees
I'm a ho, Playaz
and
Step out my groove and let out my tools
The hammer kill, the hammer
Will make you stop
Drop and roll like you slipped
On a banana peel
Live by the code
To changing the rap game a gang
40 from the set with 3 tattoos
4 9's and 2 techs in case it all fails
Cuz I won't go back to jail
Can't wait to goto heaven
Cuz
hostin' different ghettos
Different sounds each night
No drive by's in caddies
Clocking marks
Up on the east side
No kids with 40's
Shootin' dices under
him a lesson with the smith and wesson
By inserting the pieces in the pencil using eighty two protons to fill up his vessels
No one can save him, carry
pulled over two or three times, bout a fuckin' tint
On my block, it's one way out like a fuckin' tent
Mar got this shit on lock, like he Shawn Kemp
Twin
she say that will do
I got zaza she want zaza and sum forty two
In miami we get busy fuckin in a pool
Where you go to school
Who yo bitch did she go
let two Glocks loose
It's a Suge Knight, the seven-forty Tupac proof
Your homie use you as a shield, so who shot you?
And you got everybody back, but
n*ggas at
Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them killas at
Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at
Game where them
reparations
40 acres & a mule
40 aces & a pool
I'm losing patience wit these fools
40 calibers & tools
For any coward tryna make a move
Trump got this shit
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
Ooo
Saved by the bell
Skip every class in school
Never read a book
Cuz I write my own rules
Never met a bitch
That didn't come in twos
Pill bottle Pill
$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
had tools in it
And you notice that it didn’t have windows
That the first fucking million dollar bando
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Some niggas came in the game
Yes, yeah
Five-five-six
Call me Freddy Ruger
Actin' nuts
I left that boy neutered (I left that boy neutered)
My bitch got a Blick, shhe's no
retarded
And the rims by Asanti, but the shades by Bulgari
Hand on my strap, I got my mind on my money
Plus if my mind on dine, he ain't takin' nothing
I'm down with the forty, but I don't want no forty
Even though I'm thirsty and I'm hungry, I need some Kurathers
Peep this, but not up in my stomach
I
I should prolly walk round with a 40 by my side
Not for self defence I’d rather choose the time I die
Live it up everytime that I’m back in the 65
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