Lyrics:
of the rainbow land of the llello
Dope fiends on my payroll, got rocks to blow
behind the stop and go they holla
goodness graious great balls of snow
Don't speed
N.E.W Gang N.E.W Sauce N.E.W Sauce
N.EW Year N.E.W Sauce N.E.W Sauce
Might take your lady with the N.E.W Sauce N.E.W Sauce
Might give her back yeah
of how I'm living
I'm getting my prime, pumping records that'll blow your mind
(Mind blowin')
(The D.O.C. is) Dope
I would've been down with rock
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
I record fire, fire catches fire
Fire me fire man I'm burning up
Hot as flames fire, I'm on fire man
Mr. Fireman, come again?
I record dope dope
I record fire, fire catches fire
Fire me, fire man I'm burning up
Hot as flames fire, I'm on fire man
Mr. Fireman, come again
I record dope dope
by)
Walk down, curb side, head shot (yeah)
I'm thinkin' big racks (big racks)
Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max
I'm smokin' big dope, I don't need
none of G-A-D-E and Conflict
Load em' up and bust a (?)
Vietnam, we droppin' bomb shit, strapped do draw
Ready to brawl, back against the wall, us
limo
In another world
with cellular phones
to watch you
drink blood of black boys
rock their money
drink blood of black boys
rock their money
the opps, cuz I'll spin they block
Got the coke in the U-Haul, and I got a Glock
Dirty old white nigga, just want a bag of rocks
Boy I'm fresh off the boat,
Ima put a girl inna foreign (inna foreign)
Tell ah baby girl don't worry
Girl I'm gonna rock your body
Dope like trapper
She likes a gangster
still on the grind in the trap for the dope boys
Speedballin freefallin in my own moon and my own zone
Boy life is short gonna suck it up
Arsty-fartsy
runnin' was a dope-boy (dope-boy)
Now I save a hoe like a lifeguard
An' I got the Molly by the eightball (yeah)
I get the bag on a day-day
I fucked
debuted and put
The city on wax a lot of Biggie comparisons
We all was aware of them
But that wasn't my MO
I just thought he was dope
Can't understand why
peace, Wayne Head and Purp, them boys down to earth
She know I'm a beast in every angle, you can call me Kurt
Flipped her over by her ankles, locked her
Nigga never had to rap bout me, word to my mother
I spit that fire like I'm propane, niggas call me cocaine
Now I'm in the dope game, used to rock
Then I know I've been doin' my job 'cause there'll be sweat pourin'
So pick and choose your weapon but don't slip
I'm here to kill you boys with
or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get choked
If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke
Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
Lyrical styles which is true
Done by the A the E the I, I mean Chip Fu
I drippity-drop on hip-hop
I love rub-a-dub because it's crisp
So you really got
Yo
Beast
Big man things on deck (dope nation )
Chock for the corner and wedge (abos3n)
Make you no rush, boys no for sweat (Mole)
Untouchable
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
be
But I bet your husband ain't Icy like me
She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee
When them dope man Nike's and them jore ass jeans
I don't pay
extending my
Hand that boy's a rat
And I don't party in them
Clubs where informants at
Cause they watching, and the listening
And they plotting with they
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