Lyrics:
your 40 out! Guzzle it!
Pour your 40 out! Guzzle it!
Pour your 40 out! Guzzle it!
Bitch!
I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk
80 Proof
your 40 out! Guzzle it!
Pour your 40 out! Guzzle it!
Pour your 40 out! Guzzle it!
Bitch!
I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk
80 Proof
Really feelin' it (caught up)
I'm losin' control, this girl's got a hold on me
(Pop a collar to this)
And I think I like it, baby (if you a player,
Yeah, focus pocus
Skiggedy-skat
It ain't nothin'but me
That nigga E-40
Finna sprinkle some of you fools with some of this
This G-A-M-E, man,
Yeah, focus pocus
Skiggedy-skat
It ain't nothin'but me
That nigga E-40
Finna sprinkle some of you fools with some of this
This G-A-M-E, man,
power, fuck problems
Pop my collar, hit clubs and pop bottles
For the dollars I’m Master P, 'Bout It
'Bout It
Take a look at my wrist now look at my
It
shots.. tearin' through the side of ya ride
Cause we are.. (MURDERERS)
Muthafucka you heard.. playa.. (MURDERERS)
Poppin collars in air
Poppin' shots
and Mercedes niggaz (Forty-two)
Them rida niggaz, (Forty-three)
Them 'money on my mind' niggaz (Forty-four)
Violate-mine-and-I'ma-gon'-pop
sight
If ya know me.. then you'll no way.. pop away
Cock and pop again.. baby.. men will be men
I spit off 10.. fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty
Shit you knew the toll is 25 cents for you to swig my brew
I got influenced by foam because it gets me pumped to get a 40
'Cause they love it when me
Wusup! to my nigga Kel, Third Ward is the motherfuckin' house
Mac Melph Calio, R.I.P. Pimp Daddy, Kilo ya with me, wusup Bryce hahahaha
Pop 'Em
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
Watch me pop up pop my collar proper shit is what I got
RIP to all my partners putting faith in me to plot
Bigger schemes or so it seems are you
of trace just to be in the house
[Chorus: E-40]
So pimped out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock extra chrystall
Anybody dat want to pop off
Bus-a-Bus, baby, baby
Now pop yo' collars like this
Bottles up like this
Side to side like this
Holla if ya like this
See the ass? Touch me right
niggas poppin' collars while you bitches pop P's
I'mma do it for my riders that get out and pop E
Thinkin' you can find me, man you need to stop, please
slippin' down ya block
Funkin' out her hand, you wouldn't understand
[E-40]
Half money half heart, ain't nowhere to hide
Put yo shit in park, you know
on dollars, baseball hat, big collar
Chill, watch everybody crowd us, we bout it bouters
Rockwilders, rockin' swim towelers
Burst the forty five power, skate
got forty on my hip ooh
Had to pop my shit uhh uhh
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit uhh uhh
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit
I put thirty on my
stay fresh everyday
Look, ain't E-40 but how if he like to pay
Ask Pops I ain't had to sell bricks
Every where I go you know I keep a fly chick
Ran ya
just come through with some mo' shit like this here
Ya want me to drop that shit (Drop that shit) check it out
[E-40]
You can't stop me man
I'm
dollars?
That's like 40 thou' bro, dem niggas gon shoot you and pop a collar
We spin on your blocc and we dump on em opps while y'all niggas still out
alive I'm putting this on my life
For niggas that ain't right they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you know we pop away
Cock and pop again baby,
[whispered]
Yo' collar, pop yo' collar
Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar
[Chorus 2X: Proof]
We like the girls, the girls that go boom
I like
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