Lyrics:
I'm forty
"The big four oh"
I'm forty
"The big four oh"
I'm forty
"The big four oh"
I'm forty
"The big four oh"
"Five years from thirty"
Plus
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
Niggas hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86
And 1987 I was swore into
"I`m a little mannish motherf***er
I take after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana, but now I`m selling yola.."
[E-40]
Here take
Let me change up the pace
Cause sometimes I gotta get a little sentimental
After a weekend with the homies
That I haven’t seen in over two to three
of the niggas you roll with don't want this
I'm a hitta by myself, you can ask the Bricks
2-4-14 the niggas I roll with, Ls
I'm not a hitta?
Somebody lied,
Harnessed some of the craziest and wildest teams in that whole country'
I rode fourteen loco broncos to a stand still
And I let forty two hound dogs lick me
demise
After dark and after I've called you for the forty-third time
It's driving me mad
Call me, call me, baby
(One, two, three, four)
My mind's up
Drop bitches wassup...wassup? wassup? BITCH
Ayo loyalty is royalty shit I live by they gone say Q was the realest when the kid die
Down for my niggas
Jerry Jeff Walker
Well, our story starts in Texas, where he's tempered by the heat
That skinny Alvin boy believes his fastball can't be heat
So he
healthy -
She stepping in channel
Shake the dust off do my walk
Couldn’t stay up on the shelf
(X2)
(Bridge)
Yeah did it by my self
If you hate I
alcohol around then a barber after he finished cuttin'
Hook
Verse 2
40. Cal:
(40.) I dress gully, vest with the fresh skully
Lex buggy, no cologne cuz I'm
against the wall
[Master P]
I shed tears for pain 40, some for anger
Seen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gang bangers
Feel my pain only time'll change
trinkets to doors
One hundred and eight, commanded to procreate
Fasting for forty days, and death if you desecrate
Two Thousand and Twelve, ringing bells
chaperoned by his old grandmother
He lived like this til he was ninety two
Always under his grandmother's view
The day of his death she was right there
(Pas
Flipper, oh no
[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
I'm stackin' my dough, it's 2:00 o'clock after the show
I ain't got a parkin' lot pimp to snatch me a hoe
I just
Legend out the 2-6 (Whoa)
Y'all know who the truth is (Whoa)
Crazy like a movie by that nigga Stanley Kubrick (Whoa)
Perfect time to pop up (Whoa)
Wet
40 and then wanna act all uppity
Lil bitty bitch be disgusting me hell naw baby girl it ain't no touching me
You gotta play by the rules and do what
Hey
It’s Detroit
Gonna read it freestyle real fast
It's so hot, I'm sweating like hell, it's devilish heat
Almost 40 degrees outside, woke up
in my featherless, sagging, saffron wings,
i dance
my Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty foot wings
wave in the air
i am drunk laying
cars
This was when I started gettin' raw with the bars (cap)
Went from takin' niggas' Jordans at the bus stop
To packin' .38s and jumpin' gates after
had jokes,
Showed them what time it was after class
Pops taught me from day one (better watch 'em)
No living body, gets a free pass
Then came the DC
came through the port
Live by the code die by the code
so much cane done came thru this city we named 40th street Bird Road
Who made Opa-Locka? Who knows
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
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