Lyrics:
dang dang dang (yea yea)
Walla walla walla bang bang what a dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh)
[E-40]
Its smoky up in here, so open up the vents
We
swing, boi
Them god damn toys, do you know what I mean
Boi? Now if you warrin' and runnin'
From them three-six niggas
This forty-five gon' give a reason
Bring your friends to the door
Drop that ass low (Huh?)
Bounce it up and down on the mother fucking floor (Boy)
Eeny meeny miny moe
Catch a bitch by
hang with G's?
Start uhh, who busy Jesus said
[E-40:]
Fuck cowboy keys, now I ain't never been nobody's sucker
Nor have I ever been any coastal
it go
Send a wave at cha boat
My niggas on go
My niggas on go
My niggas on go
My niggas on go
My niggas on go
My niggas on go
My niggas on go
My niggas
' with the muzzle if it touch you it go fa fa fa
I'm Jason Voorhes with the 40 it go cha cha cha
What's yo religion if you snitching you'll meet Allah
I'm
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes
to the cash on "E"
Then the hash and the cat and a bag is on me
Yeah right!
My bear hugs air tight
New Yorkers no no turning on a red light
Me against 40
turnin' on a redlight
Me against forty of you? I fear a fight
Microphones get took you shook wear a 'blight'
[Chorus]
You don't got no wins in Mi
doo, I'm dutiful in the paint
Profane prophet, I see the future
Givers who're giving slivers while profiting off the moochers
I'm inspired by Rigz
The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books, nigga
I'm not an MC, I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to-fuckin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos
Basinski and Bill Gates
Are out to kill you
Sneak up on them demons and
Crash the tea party
Then it's wrong at 3: 39 but
Was gone by 3: 40, so
When
no competition y'all a couple of tens
And then they say Kellz tell us what 'cha wanna do
Well I'm about to double up with you and you
[Chorus:]
ruled Calle 54,
Back then they packed the Palladium, Cuban Pete hit the dance floor
Led by the maestro of Latino Jazz Swing, He was the Mambo King
Hey,
bein next up
Smooth nigga
Cha cha slide
Then I glide
Like a Tesla
With minimal effort
Set plans, I ain't doin whatever
Know that I'm precious with time
me go
Go travel the world
In high school I never imagined it to twenty four
Now I’m in a thorn inna city with cha whore
Now imma thorn inna city
and pick up ya pace
Royalties owed to the culture you're imitating
This is for us, by us
It's something we created
You can't escape it
C'mon catch vibe
A 10-36 goes tick-tock-tick."
And that's what I call ratchetjaw!
Gotta git ya a base, out there at yer place
With a forty-foot pole on the chimney
With
day jobs
Niggas glory holing and em bitches on the blow jobs
Let by gones be by gones but promise to always remember forty when al be gone
Bado mi ni
If you love getting money
Gone get cha money then
If you love spending hunnits
Gone spend them hunnits then
I just love thumbing thru them dubs
t'écoutes Y40i, c'est que t'as bon goût
Aujourd'hui j'me lève de bon mood
J'te drive-by, mais avant j'dis bonjour (Hello)
Ces MCs font miskines, je les noies
north town hood men you feel me, straight off the streets of Cheyenne and civic center you feel me, by the good hood hut, get cha 4 piece in. You know
I said I feel just like a demon in the backseat is chop stick
Don't fuck around and get cha block hit
I feel just like a demon iron low like I'm
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