Lyrics:
a spleen witta gangsta lean
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
It was a dark blue night, nigga toe down sleep
Had a 40 ounce of E and half ounce of weed
Just got
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)
Cash rules everything around me ('cause you can't just get by no more)
C.R.E
Ha, ha,
South,
West,
Riders,
South,
West,
Riders.
(*E-40*)
Huh! Rockin an rollin, like the car was stolen,
On my way to see my weebles up in deep
Get your hands up
Where my people that's over 20 now?
Where my people that's over 30 now?
Where my people that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's
E-40]
It be her friends nigga that's who
It be your bitch friends nigga they be..
Nigga they be all up in your mix nigga
I don't even, ay nigga
on that E-40, that OG (ayy)
These bitch niggas be actin' up, these hoes niggas be actin' foul (chea)
They'll grind with you, they'll shine with you
Be
Yeah yeah
Growing up niggas were murdered for no reason
We just wanna pop our guns
We was just beastin'
All up in the streets and Black was the worst
them bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws
I'm in L.A. the top
CHALL ONGE!
Uh
I challenge you be Legit an E 40
To Numskull an Yukmouth
Lets see who get the highest.
[Chorus]
The highest niggaz in
40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt
'Cause the kids just ain't alright
Oh shit, nigga
Somethin' 'bout to happen
Nigga, this shit, nigga,
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
[E-40] White girl (x8)
(White girl" continues to repeat 8X in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
[E-40
[E-40]
(Yeahhhh!) Uh!
(Yeahhhh!) Uhh..
(Yeahhhh!) I like that.. yo
(Yeahhhh!) Yo, yo
I never let my right ear know what my left ear done heard
My
Akon (akon)
C'mon
This is the ultimate journey of your life
Where the weak die and the strong survive
Prepare to suffer 40 days and 40
(E-40)
Yeah E-40 and the muthafuckin see-l-I-see-k in this muthafucka, you know
I got my cousin Kaveo on the muthafuckin side of me
We fin to spit
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a no no
Me on you picture that like a photo
E-40
Back it up like a garbage truck
Ass like Amber Rose
Bouncing up and down like a pogo stick
I
by ten different dicks
Bitch! Your whole house smell like piss
(Chorus: E-40 (Silk-E)]
(If it ain't about cash, then it ain't about shit)
Throw
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
Yo Dee let's break out we late man, hurry up
Alright man let's go to Poppa Ken's, get some 40-dogs man
Aiyyo man pull over!
What for?
I gotta
you 'sposed to do that when, she's yo' main squeeze
Got your babies, drive Mercedes
No if's or maybe's, that's your lady
Quiet on the set!
E-40
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)
Cash rules everything around me ('cause you can't just get by no more)
C.R.E
this out
[E-40]
Raised in the heart of the ghetto, dipping and dodging the metro
Pitching the ? and coke that's what I use to pedal
Heavy metal,
of trace just to be in the house
[Chorus: E-40]
So pimped out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock extra chrystall
Anybody dat want to pop off
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