Lyrics:
we got for the ninety-flow shot
I'm the, brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds
I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds (yeah)
This
diver?, socializer, I've been rockin'
these motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen seventy-niner,
and by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire
my body"
Alan Watts
His last words
If we too can separate our lives
Our consciousness
Our being
Our "selves"
From our body
And live not defined by
[E-40] What's goin on momma? I don't know why you trippin
[Bosko] I don't know why you act this way, this way
[E-40] You already knew what it was
elevator
Lit like a million watt generator
Flow hot, Spit hot like the “Home Alone” incinerator
You a pussy boy, I see you looking like a decorator
Dega,
to keep it, but they... when the monster came out of the cave, just over on the left hand side of the screen you
Ee about this much two-by-four attached
not sippin on 40s
I’m by myself, I’m just tryna quarantine
I’m smoking on Runtz, this shit got me soaring yea
I’m in the studio tryna make this enormous
8 pm it was late the sun was almost set
The love was in the air and I knew that it was her
She took me out of my head by the way she walks
But her
boys riding swangs, popping trunk Al bang
I'ma take this city Al B. don't bo
Got them haters looking shitty
Forty diamonds stay pretty
Body rocking your
We gotta talk less and listen more
The sun has set before you, an open door!
Very seldom do I feel this free
Blessed with a new day and who say I
Ayy
Uh-huh, huh-huh, huh-huh
She a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Alone I ball, I ball, I ball, I ball
Just a lost cause, lost
got were left to scrounge
Don't let me say this
But you're no worse than me
It's crazy
We all are real, if real ever was, just because
We all feel
The bright lights blind look at what the devil did
She left the door open gave a fuck if I'm famous
I write this alone in Vegas
Came off fly street money
the cops don't come
I am from a spot where the shit Is no fun
Shit b seemin dark really like no Sun
I'm Alone on this walk
Lil nigga need a talk
I b
at the station and they don't look friendly
Well, they don't look friendly, well they don't
Blind or crippled, sharp or dull
I'm reading the Bible by a forty-watt
gave him my Cisco and took the 40 to the head
Now I'm feelin' tipsy, and I'm headed for Watts
But wait, what do I see sittin' at the bus stop?
Sexy
I, I'm a ruler, ahh, I, I'm a ruler
I, I'm a ruler, ahh, I, I'm a ruler
I, I'm a ruler, ahh, I, I'm a ruler
Check the qualities of a ruler
Watts
40 Days 40 nights in the desert
Eternity but 7 days to go
I try to find out, what's my salvation
But this growing takes a lot more then I got
40
Hit the gang by my lonely
And probably hit the blade with a shorty
This shit make me wanna hit the hood
So I can drink me a 40
And go and catch
you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'
they know?
Can't stand the blazing sun?
Can't stand the morning rain?
Ah, get out, I'll take your place again
I don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna
glow
Got a dream team
Never be alone
Always be a queen but never need a throne
Yeah you came in and you changed my life
It's new day dawning as your rays
What's up Big Chris?
Goin' to the store to get the papers.
Got ya, a little love on this one here.
Huh! Word on. Word on.
Commercial rap
Never trust a nigga need a 40 by my side
Grim Reaper cut a nigga off type of vibes
I will never take a lost
When I cut a nigga off
When I move I cross
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