Lyrics:
Thug]
Slim Thugga..
I roll scrap glock 40 in my left
i rap but still think like im grindin in the trep
trynna dept to the change from the streets
stay woke
Bet you love dreamin', that's the only time you ain't broke
Try me, .40 make you back up off me like Dej Loaf and Big Sean
Get triggered
hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the '4 hit the juice on my ride
I got front back
fictionary
[E 40]
ZOOM!
Even though the streets mob filthy lights burned out (out)
Dopefiends die with antennas in they mouth
Niggaz are starvin, some
keep reading but surrounded by heathens
Sword never sheathen never give me a reason
Followin Christ until completion
Ephesian beyond the age of reason
But they claim we doin dirt.
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
It's like sixteen fiends get they welfare checks,
no po-po a 4-0 an some bomb,
an I'll be there when
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
penciled in the calendar
Eighteen forty three
International, Kulikuli just paddle
Kauikeaouli standing by for this huli
Ya he mea nui, it's time to build
all, pose naked in the camisole (nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)
You got a baby by me, I got a baby by you
Whaddya mean? I'ma always be able to plug you
You
walls in your motherfuckin' daughter
M-O-S, S-I-E
M-U-G, and K-I-V
Always to' with E-4-0
Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store
Motherfuckers
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
I belong to you
But you were wrong so now what ya gon' do
Bad by myself
I can do bad, bad by my damn self
I can do bad by myself
Yo I done it
nigga beat (ayy, come here)
Beat that lil' pussy right to sleep (ah, ah, ah, ah)
She a vegetarian, but she love my meat (woo)
Dolph, you a fool (uh)
(When I first heard, Criminal Minded
(I was in, man, where was I? Seventh grade)
(Battlin' this other emcee) (smokin' a blunt)
(And drinkin' a 40
over, I bought a forty at the liquor store
Popped the top, commenced to start drinkin'
And all of a sudden, I start thinkin'
"Damn J-Dee, why did you
beast ain't no taiming me
Fool me once cool
Fool me twice shame on me
And I come from window pokin
B and E and pistol totin
I just gotta stay focused
locked up
Niggas doin' crazy drive-by's, get popped up
Esé tripping on me for no reason
Jail politics, killin' niggas in season
Welcome to Californication
runnin' these hoes
This shit feel like it's track and field (fast)
If you talkin' 'bout hate crippin' shit homie
I been doin' this shit for years (fool
Yeah E-40 and the mothafuckin' C-L-I-C-K in this mothafucka', you know
I got my cousin Kaveo on the mothafuckin' side of me
We fin to spit some
and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Mama
(Mama)
Imma Go to the University of Smoking Marijuana
(What?)
All of my friends go
a beeyatch
Pimpin ain't easy but it goes down like this
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: E-40, Passion]
Huh, to all the broads dat be holding me, damn she loves me
Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
(Yo cuz) Shut the power out in your house
Cut the phone put
do all this court shit on Monday
Fuckin' great, that's a workday
I hope I don't get fired - doin' forty in a thir-tay
We all indoctrinated at a very
40-Water
Federation
E-40
Botch
Gas break, dip, then scrape
Gas break, dip, then scrape
Gas break, dip, then scrape
Sideshows, donuts, figure eights then
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