Lyrics:
I swear I'll fuck you all night
[E-40]
You know, I'll come through
I got the Astroglide, I got the larger size prophylactics
Lifestyle, oowop edition
east (to the east)
To the world (to the motherfuckin world)
No Limit, here I come whenever we want to
September 2nd, get the fuckin world high
the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the ring
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
of of a month
Been the strangest year
It's all gone by in the blink of an eye
There ain't no time for tears
Give it one last chance, one last dance
I got ice in
Call old Rattler from the barn here Rattler here
Rattler breaked the other night I thought he treed a coon
When I come to find him he's barkin'
the first on your block to meet his eye!
Make way!
Here he comes!
Ring bells! Bang the drums!
Oh! You gonna love this guy!
Prince Ali! Fabulous he!
Ali
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs
Every
smell you)
It's real out here 40 (It's real Pee!)
[E-40]
I'm out here in the slums where thugs be using, ghetto tactics
Like, chopping up candy
the crows
Been livin' in Crawford for fifteen years
Nothin' much ever happens 'round here
And no one believed the water would come
Till the sky grew
tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
I believe
Staring at the sky[00:31.16]Raindrops passing by[00:34.08]You ain’t by my side but I’m staring at your eyes[00:40
she'll stick by me, yeah
Oh no, here comes a Great Dane (Quiche, Quiche Lorraine)
Drivin' down the lane (Quiche, Quiche Lorraine)
Quiche, Quiche,
when they come downtown
From the ruins of Studio 54
To twist 'n frugg in an arrogant gesture
To the best of what the 20th Century has
To offer,
in on the outside left
With a chain flying round his head;
And Harold Demure, from Art Literature,
Nips up the nearest tree.
(Here come
we stay eatin over here motherfucker!
You niggaz need to step your motherfuckin weight up nigga
Sick Wid It, BME motherfucker
[E-40]
Look out pimp!
(boom, boom!)
Gimme room in the fire of the sun
Here the Mack come, here the Black come, watch Jack run!
Motherfuckers can't gank me
Fuck a devil, fuck
After laughter, comes tears
Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box,
she'll stick by me, yeah
Oh no, here comes a Great Dane (Quiche, Quiche Lorraine)
Drivin' down the lane (Quiche, Quiche Lorraine)
Quiche, Quiche,
supper, eat it down by the sea
Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons
Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three
Rain gonna come but
shouted, "Now bitch, let's see who gets the best!"
Stuffed that shit in crooked and fucked that fat slut to death (ah, ah)
Come here bitch!
Come here
got no 401, ain't got no benefits
They don't hand out stock options, not down here in the pits
But I've got old glory hanging by my front porch light
After laughter, comes tears
Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box,
a stranger
Sometimes I tell lies (Whoa ho)
Sometimes I act like a monkey
Here come the night
And then kerjillions of stars start to shine
And icy
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