Lyrics:
that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
[E-40]
While I was bullshittin,
bitch tried to hit me upside the head with
guts when shit gets real
Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia niggas words
Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Yesterday I was a bum and broke
Today I am a star and broke
In this town that's called progress
drivin'
Over the island and cause a forty-two car pile-up
(Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Looking for life on this planet, sir, no sign of it
All I
drivin'
Over the island and cause a forty-two car pile-up
(Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Looking for life on this planet, sir, no sign of it
All I
I can feel shame over me
(I believe you know just what you're doing now)
And I know it burn like 3rd degree
Yeah, yeah
But how she move can make
onamonapee, bitch Grand Prix
Pull up on a fuckin' enemy, 3rd degree
(Goddam) now I'mma go right back to the crib (to the crib bitch)
And leave the fuckin'
Bangin' that gangsta music
Dippin' with my forty-five
You niggas gon' make me lose it
Fuckin' with a Dogg Pound nigga for life, yeah
For life,
realize it's a situation of sin
Sometimes I just want to stop tryin'
Why must this shit always involve dying?
[E-40]
Runnin' shit like sosza, big bank
bridge up to the 3rd degree
My heart needed surgery
And I just had myself
I'm so fucking stubborn I could never ask for help
Always gon' pull through
Do it
murder
A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
To the designated spot on prison grounds
Where he will be executed by way
the type of niggas that'll let a nigga know
When the drought about to hit, my ?peach and jelly?
Get a 40 and mask it, post it on God
Because me got me
Anxiety feels like acid leaving 3rd degree Burns
I'm rotting inside and out
My decisions only leave me filled with doubt
I feel like I'll throw up paralyzed
n**** ain no fuckin plug
He sent you up the street
Glock switches we tote federal heats
They burn to 3rd degree
Got bitches I fuck on the campus
I live by faith and now my work is through?
[Chorus]
Forty days and forty nights (It's gonna rain)
Forty days and forty nights (It's gonna
This is the first tale of death in the world
When Cain struck down Abel, a family broken
Since then mankind's dominated his own kind
To insult
Bitch I'm screaming out red rum for real!
I'm trying to hit the pussy I be in that fucking field
Hollow points on it yea that be that 3rd degree
Don't say
niggas pulling murders I the 3RD degree
Break in take your shit its a burglary I know kittens
In my city wanna murder me
Yeah I call them kittens cuz all
fuck on my teacher or sum
Hop in the booth, 3rd day, tape coming
And I'm black truck riding, I'm geeking for one
Bitch losing weight, she ain't eating
Caught myself on fire bring the heat on myself
3rd degree burns look like heat when you're reaching for help
They say that I'm ungrateful, but I'm blessed
and you niggaz lil pups
Like a leer jet this nigga blowin' up
B****** see me and now they wanna f***
I hit it raw in the back ah the truck
And yo girl like
like surgery
I’m really hot like 3rd degree fuck niggas that ain’t heard of me
Charging for the features now you whack you get a double fee
Penthouse
Dope Boy, Lil E, Big Mook
Me and Foots in my truck with the burners out
When you was on 3rd St., and ain't wanna squeeze
Pillow talking with your
The city of C-H-I is where I'm from
The 3rd motherfucker to drop the bomb on the bomb
And here I come steady breakin bustas off
Up to bat is Da Brat
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