Lyrics:
step to me? Here's the welcome mat
This fat man gonna eat and, bitch
You a snack
You wanna be Ares? But you barely researched
You the god of war, but I'm
Jerrys and nigga are Toms now
I'm feeling like Optimus I'm in my prime now
It's Russian roulette but you playing 5 rounds
(Woo) I shock bells like Zatch
I
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 at benihana eating steak & shrimp
When i tote that 40 i feel like shawn kemp
I'm ducked off with a freak feeling like a pimp
When i hit her from
a carnivore and I can eat much more
Than a fat man after a Packer jam
L.L.'s thicker than butter, well-known throw cutter
When I'm involved all the amateurs
(Forty-eight)
Four-eleven Smith niggaz, (Forty-nine)
niggaz in the streets (Fifty)
Now add these niggaz up, I'm fifty niggaz deep
[Lola Damone]
[Verse 2:]
Yo, I
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
ho-hoppin'
My girl Jilly want to be like Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wick-wacky
Tom and Dick want to be like Harry
Little do they know he's
Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wacky
Tom and Dick wanna be like Harry
Little do they know he's bitin' off Barry
Stan was a scam, but Vinnie's
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs
a bra size forty five
And when they played I Will Survive
She went crackers, and her animal desires became much keener
She said John I'm Only Dancing, but
store
I go buck wild watch me hit your hoe
I got fat bags of skunk
I got white owl blunts
And a bottle forty ounce from the liquor store
I go buck wild
much more
Than a fat man after a pack-a-jam
L.L.'s thicker than butter, well-known throw cutter
When I'm involved all the amateurs stutter
There's
Belvedere it's Tiger Bone to get it crackin'
Aiyyo dread right or wrong
I'm a sinner, winner of the underground swimmers
Eat dinner, in front of Bob Marley
fuckin' plastic, I'm on the floor, an I can't stop throwin' up,
Devastatin', grippin' the toilet, regergutatin',
Like a fat ass rat,
On a big ass
flow lyrica forty fo'
If it gets deep, jump in feet first then hold yo' nose
I'm a beast when you step on my toe you hear my whistle
Checkin 'em hoe, you
Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wacky
Tom and Dick wanna be like Harry
Little do they know he's bitin' off Barry
Stan was a scam, but Vinnie's
of millionaires, failures, and gangbangers
Say my name like Candyman
Then I'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand
I span forty-nine states, bounce rock skate
I'm outta touch
I take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scud
Missile for bob-around suckas like a pistol
You beat me in a battle? Ha ha, now
nigga, Sane
Shout out GFC: God, Family, Culture
Three words to live by
Shout out my brother, Nakim
Shout out the quad shout out Calendar
Shout out 40 Oz
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Strippers are fuct, tweakers are fuct, your mom is fuct, and cocaine is fuct, your girlfriend is fuct, by my face shes fuct, by a dog shes fuct, by
Finn
I might Tom Sawyer
Still got the sauce
Without fucking with soda
I'm riding dirty
And ducking from rollers
Duck duck hit a goose
There ain't no
understand how we do it check game
[E-40]
I take a slow beat,and do a fast rap
I'm not a mark simp trick or a punk sap
I bust the lyrics so quick you
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