Lyrics:
guy
Like E-40 said
Havin' a roof over my head was my allowance
Bank account balance, zeros
It's got three zeros in it decibel in between it
I don't give
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
pop they collar
Cats that do, get shot drop and holla
I'm from the be -are-I, see-K-S
And my, squad is hot, any beef they bless
Any, squad that test
gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms
In my city they don't pop they collar
Cats that do, get shot drop and holla
I'm from the be-are-I, see-K-S
[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
Water, what's wrong with the game?
[Verse 4: E-40]
I'm ten years hung in this shit, if I was up to heart
My nigga got dick, her is his, by selling
to act like you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you
Diamonte
If it ain't 'bout commas, I ain't gon' holla
I gotta pay bills, I'm about my dollar
Fold my cufflink and pop my collar
You internet
ass and make me stair at ya
So girl just pop it like my gun the semi automatic one
Pop pop pop pop that ass until you kill someone
Ay make me have
I pop me some ex I don't want no more sex shawty giving me neck by da sec while I'm speeding
Don't spit it out shawty tell me of course
I look
[E-40]
You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'?
(Aight) Let's go
Uhh, a little more volume pimp YEAH, okay
Just tell me when... yeah
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
[E-40] Charlie Hust`, Busta Bust`, let`s do it
[Busta]
Hehehehe, Flipmode, Sic-Wid-It
You know what`s best for you, you better get widdit
ride (show discipline nigga!)
Kill ya moms, kill ya pops, kill ya seed
Kill ya girl (it's principle nigga!)
Sell ya crack, sell ya coke
Sell ya E
her back up on a pillow
Five minutes later I'm bailin'
Out the hoes-pital
On my way to the liquor store
The first thing I grab is
Some skins and a 4-0
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
.40 on the hipline, hold my pants up (hold it up)
She was confused, like, "How you the G.O.A.T. in a Lamb' truck? (She like, "What?")
Fuckin' this
about it 'fore you pop that shit
Cause if they find you witcha crew, they pack split
Don't blame it on me (4X)
(repeat all 2X)
[E-40]
You came up
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
we love to play
Bone got that feel good pop it in listen to real rappin
Ya feelin the wrath of the rump then bump in ya trunk
Ya feelin the wrath
from the D
Detroit city yeah
If you from Detroit city pop ya collar ta that
Put the D on the map yeah that's my goal
Shit I don't know what it is it's
If you a real nigga that’s Steppin then pop ya collar
I’m eatin real good with the people at Benihana’s
I ran that bag up by myself it wouldn’t no
like Motown's heyday
So dope they name us all twice like we, Pelle Pelle
You better be prepared to call me Billy Loco Gorde
Pop my collar with none
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