Lyrics:
endin' settin' it again and again
Yo, it's the P. E. double push a Lex bubble in the winter
You can't come alone only the hoes can enter
Told him to meet
back around
E-40 Water held his ground
Kept my foot in the fast lane
Flew uppidy on mesmerized
'cause I snuck up in up out the game
You makin' a 40
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
D. Major baby
I've been scarred by your love, left my heart bleedin'
My soul posted in the shadows with some dark demons
I'm on the E-way in
on the Boulevard to brotherhood buddies
Poking in my pocket it's an E for the moneys
Jay and all the jokes that jet in the Jettas
While I'm at the boob tube
for my side, waist forty four, hips twenty five, no be by size I go hold am tight)
(Hold am tight)
(I go hold am tight)
(No be by size, no be by power)
a problem my 40 goes Bang
Never had a problem taking Bitch's out the game
Ain't no way, were the same
Pussy boi, your a lame
I was Raised by streets
Told we
Yea yea mane, this D-Nero mane
Representin' them I&E Blockburners mane
Y'all know what time it is mane
Gotta grind before you shine mane
This not
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
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
Don't fuck with her no more now I fuck with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
Choo on your feet
Let me get you out of the Jag and in that Bentley GT
I'm on the west coast, droptop riding, fool
With E-40 sitting with me, we riding,
generation
If I was born in the forties, I'd be a teen in the fifties
And maybe I watch too much TV
Maybe, maybe it's my fault
I should take it with
to vote by saying the
Lesser of two evils is still a choice
Well maybe or maybe not
Niggas rhyming like they got 80 Glocks
You home watching I Love the 80's
Scales reading four forty eight
It's a bag to get
Risks to take
Weed got me moving slow
Pickup the pace
Smoke it by the O
Count up the cake
Scales
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
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
yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
and bust this crazy shit
[Eazy-E]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I
Yeah, yeah what y'all wanna do?
What y'all wanna do? C-l, ip, s-e, n-e-r-d
What y'all wanna do?
My coke money's in cleaners
Give it a fresh rinse
pente correram no próprio bairro
Pulamos de 40 (E não achamos ninguem)
E cadê esses pussy (Esses opps corre bem)
Drive-by eu não lembro (Foda esse é o
Bridge:
E-E-E-Ever Since 1985
E-E-E-Ever Since 1985
E-E-E-Ever Since 1985
E-E-E-Ever Since 1985
Chorus:
Lets take it back to 85
Air Jordan and Marty
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
Pour a four in the Sprite clean (Sprite clean)
Take a half a P-E-R-C (half a Perc)
Everybody say they know me (know me)
Ain't complaining 'cause
I grab is some skins and a 4-0
Dropped the O-E cause it's just too cold
Get myself some gin instead and then I stroll
But before I get out the door
Cell to cell, suspect-ass nigga, you fell
First time locked in Comstock, my mind blocks the frail
Burstin', blastin' at your forty cal' shells split
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