Lyrics:
What's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)
Hey, hey
Dis ya boy, Lil Jon (Lil Jon)
BME Click (BME Click)
What's up 40? (What's happenin'?)
What's up
[E-40 talking]
Testing, testing...testing testing
Uh, Sick Wid It, Sick Wid It
707, Sick Wid It Records, Sick Wid It
Click shit, Click shit nigga
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Ugh! Ha ha!
Ooh! Huh? P what's up boy?
What's up 40 boy?
Talk to me weepilation.
Dey don't know we been doin' dis.
Last Deezy Last Don.
to me
All I need though is this shit
Talkin about I be rappin off track
Some of you square suckers be
Tryina say E-40 wack
Do your due dilligence in your
fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know
Heat rooms like a thermometer
Two-forty
(Ummm)
(Im blessed not Luck)
(Umm)
(Ohhh)
I step up on the field
You know the game ending
Yea
The ghetto that's my habitat
Cuz I was raised in it
40
But they stop me from strivin'
Suckas be shakin' salt
All in his gameful so find
Some fools be gettin' crossed
Victims of 40-ness
Man all that
taught to do better
Cop birds by the two watch em flock with no feathers
Play wrong stupid fool watch you dance with the devil
My youngin's a go luny toon
ballin
Revenge is my arts is crafty darts
While y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy
Wonderin' how y'all niggaz get past me
I been doin this before Nas dropped
you kno might shit tight
See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight
I'm high like Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
have to show you
Extended clip 40 pussy nigga I will blow u, away
Fast break, Lamb pass by that's a fast break
'Vette pass by, duelly truck that's
in the mud
Harmony smooth with the thug shit, mo murda to the fools that clone
Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness, nigga
And it's war when you
the thug shit, mo murda to the fools that clone
Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness, nigga
And it's war when you craft these Bones we can get it
in the mud
Harmony smooth with the thug shit, mo murda to the fools that clone
Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness, nigga
And it's war when you
think that it's World War II
By the way 1500 gon' slide with the cannon
I really don't be doin' shit to these niggas
But just let me talk, and I'll
fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know
Heat rooms like a thermometer
Two-forty
(TP, baby)
Thirty, forty, fifty shit (blrrrd)
I shoot 'til that glizzy click (shoot until it click)
If you see my face, don't run away, that's
got a 20 to 40
Damn he told and he still got a 20 to 40
I had a dream that I’ll make it out
I spent nights in a vacant house
You don’t know my struggle
like Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz that's at least
know might shit tight
See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight
I'm high like Fabo hood like Shorty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
(I got my) I got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the stage
In a motherfuckin rage like a animal in a cage
I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool
(I got my) I got my hand on my nutsac burnin' 'cross the stage
In a motherfuckin' rage like a animal in a cage
I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool
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
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