Lyrics:
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
skins and a 4-0
Dropped the O-E cause it's just too cold
Get myself some gin instead and then I stroll
But before I get out the door
The man behind
for himself, I guess we going to commercial
Get it crunk, do your thing like Camron
Pete Rock coming with heat and that's word bond
Beastin
Biggie
Going _Federal_ like E-40
Shock the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt
Puttin fools _On Hold_ like En Vogue
Used to slang white ice
foda”
Enquanto os amigo, divide e endola
Minha vida é o trap
Enquanto cês força
Forty mira lazer
Nao erro é só foca
Todos os meus manos faz bounce
Ela
Girando as esquinas procurando enemys
Dois atiradores na janela
Luz vermelha
Mas o laiser e verde eles te acertam mesmo assim
Ces vão lembrar de mim
Long black hair with the white rag
40 cent Faygo in a brown bag
Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack
Chillen by my side 'cause my Posse's stacked
I
A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard
Bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth...
No question, it's all about the D - O - E
So if money is
and hypnotized by the piece swingin back and forth from Queens n****z
We thug ya party out lock down the bar section
We never check our coats, 'cause we got
Claus
Santa do you know E-40?
Bet you that nigga say "That's my homey!"
We used to perv grind curb trip to my grandma
Kahlua milk and brandy almost
nigga I remember cross the tracks
When Capt. Ricks and Kenny Wayne had a gang of that crack
Mane, I remember all that when E-40 was jammin'
Everybody
the tec
To put a hole in your neck
See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five
Ride by, blazin' out the five, nigga I'm so cool
Bitches say,
like Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz that's at least
know might shit tight
See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight
I'm high like Fabo hood like Shorty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
ten years you made hits
so what's up E-Feezi? (We still the shit) Beotch!
How you think I got this pot belly, overnight?
Shet a nig-ga was
Det e ingen hær som snakke med nå politi
Alle i Trondheim by klær sæ likt
Æ Chille på østsia og har god sikt
Kulturhuset Isak det ble bare sikksakk
Æ
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,
Intro:
March. The more the merrier. Get a couple of whores to carry you to the burial. F-are-E-S-H. Fresh to death and keep it def to the left.
straight Golden State
All-time great, sorry I'm late (alright man)
Back in high school, I was real boney
I started drinking 40's with my homies,
everyday na so so trouble dey pile up
E come dey be like say before I be 40
For this our country
Wahala go chop me
Shebi them talk say one day e go make
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot
A yo Pac, you work, you gave a
Lot of love back to uh
Some Bay Area artists like E-40, 4 Tay
(yup) , you know, Dru Down
And the whole crew
Talk about
You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot
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