Lyrics:
nobody put the battery
'Cause those things'll go 'pop pop' through your anatomy
I'm hungry nigga, I'll eat your flesh
I'ma butcher, chainsaw through
change
I tried to hold him in the home corral but the grasses were greener outside
So I'm gonna sit here in front of this door
And I've loaded up my
write
(Oh) Never I write, but, if, ever I write
I need the space to say whatever I like, now just
(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh
moves monumental it was me three mamis E-40 and Pac at the La Manz Round After Party it just don't stop
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you
aye
Chasing a check, chasing your dreams, ain't what it seems
Been 'bout that life, making a change, by any means
Move on the low, Keep it a G, how
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
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
hands where my eyes can see
Yo, everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was
50, Tweezy, Obie,
as god as my witness things'll change like living week to week with these empty pockets given an opportunity to do a show you know i'll rock it perfecting
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,
vibes with you
Never let a good time pass us by, ah
You know I really know you, girl why you actin' shy?
Don't I always show up girl? Yeah, yeah (skrr)
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
One, two, uh
One, one
One, two, uh
One, one
M-E-T-H-O-D MAN
M-E-T-H-O-D MAN
M-E-T-H-O-D MAN
M-E-T-H-O-D MAN
Hey, you, get off my cloud
tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I
write
(Oh) Never I write, but, if, ever I write
I need the space to say whatever I like, now just
(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh
Anybody thinkin evil is feasible
Need to go
Everybody that's bane fault
I'm a kill 'em wit a chainsaw
I'm a damage and mangle
The devilish death by an angel
everybody that we ever knew that fell a victim to the game
It happens way too often
You're gone but not forgotten
It's a shame
That things'll never change
So
even load it and cock it and put it in they brains
I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain
Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
Too $hort, E-40, and The motherfucking Click
Enough respect to the West coast
Dun, dun, dun
Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through
Know what I'm
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
mom's features
Ironic, I never make a threat that I couldn't promise
Be honest, I'm dope and I ain't never spoke Ebonics
The players might change but
eatin' shrimp like a boss
Nigga, rock a boss, tow a 40-carter car
Bitch thought she coming home with me, I'm a star
Little Russian model bitch, I fucked
around you could never change her
You were her baby and e'er will be
She did not bring to him a parole or pardon
She brought no silver, no pomp
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