Lyrics:
(911 dispatch) 911, forty reporting
(woman) hello 911, help me, help me
(911 dispatch) what is your emergency
(woman) there's someone in my house,
911, forty reporting
Hello 911, help me, help me
What is your emergency
There's someone in my house, there's someone in my house
Can you please
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin' they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature 'cause
perfect ten
Eat E like Skittles
I told Melo give me twenty-thousand
Make me bigger
He didn't do it, I'm not mad, alone
I still delivered
It's babies in
a ghost town
Perhaps you know I acts a fool if I have to
Can you comprehend or adapt to
Respect to the Deathrow Inmates
Deathrow Inmates Lawd dem
doin' donuts, that's my breakfast
Nigga
Okay, you got soldiers, I got veterans, nigga
And I got that white like
One Direction nigga, Kesha, nigga
Only God
so real
[Pimp C]
We blow big everyday
But that don't stop our pain
Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game
Got niggas doin
like dingo
Call the bitches to come and mingle (mommy)
Pack a forty-fifth and some hard white singles, yeah
Forty dollars, a head buster, bell ringer
hostin' different ghettos
Different sounds each night
No drive by's in caddies
Clocking marks
Up on the east side
No kids with 40's
Shootin' dices under
[E-40]
The definition of quarterbackin'
The quarterback..
Tell the cops don't read into it
Them days of slangin' yay been finished, them days
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
took 'em to the hotel one by one
and we had big fun, uh-huh {"I can dig it!"} (Nice & Smooth)
We met with Greg N-I-see-E
And Fay had a girlfriend named
you can't even come around
E-40 Stay real
I bet you think about it on your way down
Mary J. Stay real
Mack 10 stay real
Too Short stay real
gettin' some head (Shawnna, you a fool for this one)
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head (special shout out to Bill Clinton)
I was with
tend to work for all the ones who like to wig it
*samples cut and scratched by Alamo, including
"I got a story I want to tell you", "I
like to tell
or gut, steady laying in the cut, fool it's mine kid
For niggas doin a master race Scarface bid
Maintain God, and keep it all solid
From the Overlord
dime and fools gettin' blown away
So suavecito my negrito put me with the Pharcyde
Tours and pours of Hennessy by the barside
Makin papes makin tapes
talk
Forty rappers I injure
I reach final I win cup
No be me holy pass
No be me good e pass
But na me soak e garri pass
Those people wey talk say I be
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
to the Lord, there's guns like the audience
You put on a show, my forty clearly applauds
Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored
Plottin' on a Kanye,
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
to the Lord, there's guns like the audience
You put on a show, my forty clearly applauds
Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored
Plottin' on a Kanye,
play it cool
If he act a fool, he gon' make the news
I got these bitches comin' by the 2
You say you got it, nigga, who are you?
I got these bands on me
Runnin Up In My House, Fool
Ain't No Food In My Daughter Mouth, I'm Goin Out Too
Just Think About What Your Doin, 'cause Buddy, Bullets Burn
May God
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