Lyrics:
Uh, yeah woo! Uh, it’s going down, niggas!
Yes! Khaled! Free! Uh, uh, uh
It’s that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga
See them pussy niggas but you
the Boulevard
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
Cause I play
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
Where them naked hoes at?
E-Feezey!
Too Scheezy!
We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
Niggaz ain't havin no
Cause I will rock say immediately
That's why I'm chillin in the L-I-N-D, E with the N
with the MC street
You will agree it's me, cause I rock a funky
)
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
walk soft
On top of this hill of pussy
Where I get my rocks off
Yeah my raps kill laundry knock socks off
Rappers think they're on the court
All they do
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're
to spend all night with me
(She want to wake up with Weezy-F baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to, baby
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it
riding on you
Nickname Eazy-E, and I'm down with the crew
You come talking that trash
We'll pull your card
It's not the Bronx, it's LA but just as hard
Where them naked hoes at?
E-Feezey!
Too Scheezy!
We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
Niggaz ain't havin no
It's by confession that you walk with a limp
It's in depression when you long for a win
I find the tension 'tween it's dark and it's dim
What greater
H-a-t-e-
s (Ho!)
Watch the mic blow
I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo
Time to get wreck with the new style
It's '93 and MC's are gettin buck wild
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
to no good the whole world would ask us
And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye
And if they didn't show face we would act
Amen
Anything i put my hand
e go work, e go work, e go work
You know na me first beg you
e go work, e go work, e go work
My next album e go burst
e go
Every time I dive in my pool.
It's hard to be humble
When I do the breast stroke through an underground tunnel.
And come up on the other side in
faking on me? (Snakes)
I'd rather do it all by my lonely
Say you want the crown, nigga, come take it from me
You want the crown, come and take it from
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
Verse One: E-40, Too $hort
Shake 'em... post up (move yeah)
Hold that nigga
It's like a snake bites the flesh, I damage and leave the poison
Ruckus in the Square, it's me
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
it's not too late
(Baby, take Tevin by the hand)
(I'm sure you'll understand) I'm sure you'll understand
(Lady this is fate) Ohhh, ohhh
(Don't,
since I put my first record out
But I could put a chain around my second album
And wear it as a neck medallion
Became a millionaire, went downhill from
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