Lyrics:
Judah
Chosen people chosen tribes
Old Testament Covenant
Promised land prophetic times
Paving a way for the birth of Christ
Four thousand years
Forty-two
Sometimes dreams never find their words
I think of two hundred years, forty thousand undisturbed
New life will take its form
This wayward child like a feather
scoring
Drank two 40's, my bitch is foreign
She got deported
Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
Ain't got no worries
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
the ants, mouses bounces
Yeah, yeah
I bring the ruckus straight from the side line
The year two-thousand
I bring the ruckus straight from the side line
the game for 20 years and I'm 40 years though?
6 A cougar, 40 years cold
40 ounce of brew, 40 this, 40 that
40 at the crap table shooting 40 stacks
40
How in the Hell did we make it this far
40 long years 'neath a wandering star
I loved you back then - but now more by far
For 40 long years for 40
Two thousand years
Two thousand years
Two thousand years
Two thousand years
Have I waited
To ask if I have loved you
To know if I have served
i rather bring my 40 40 40,
(Scoot Money Verse)
The glock 40 the glizzy ,40 thousand thats a 40 ball in my city,
Young ni''a getting it bi;;h I'm
thousand miles an hour
Of the Galaxy we call the Milky Way
Our Galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars
It's a hundred thousand light-years
Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew
mean he went Hollywood
Dog I practice my craft
So each year I get better
To stay ghetto and clever
But be richer than ever
(E-40
mean he went Hollywood
Dog I practice my craft
So each year I get better
To stay ghetto and clever
But be richer than ever
(E-40
thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point,
We go 'round every two hundred million years;
And our galaxy itself is one of millions of billions
In this
parted ways amicably
A few years ago "He
Raised me through the game" From the
Release of the first Flamers volume
It took Meek roughly two years to go
From
thousand light-years wide.
We're thirty thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point,
We go 'round every two hundred million years;
And our galaxy
New Year is coming soon
Two Thousand Twenty
Which will really bring
A lot of joy, health and warmth
And a lot of luck, success for us
What are we
stop that
Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it?
That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did
stop that
Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it?
That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did
-eight
Just a thought, I sat, spent forty-seven thousand, feelin' great
I got forty-two bags of that za, that shit got a lot of weight
Forty-fifths up in
Pretentious shorties I've been with
My friends that had me convicted
It's been two years and I'm slippin'
Still got no pot to piss in
It's everyone goes,
here..
... THEY'LL HAVE A NEW NIGGA NEXT YEAR!
[Chorus]
My loyal fans want to know why it's so noticeable
And how come none of E-40 lyrics
Ain't
Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort
K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't
come out until next year
Where in the fuck did you get it?
That's eighty thousand bucks gone
Where in the fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes
(Still drive in my Ac'.)
Took two years off. (Took two years off.)
Just to raise my cup. (Just to raise my cup.)
Worth a hundred fucking men. (Worth
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