Lyrics:
[Chorus x2]
Now drink up, let's get drunk
let's get drunk
Now drink up, let's get drunk
and throw up in the car, let's get drunk
[E-40
to the underground connect
Pah!! I'm wreckin any MC you select
Yo E, load me in your gun, light the flares
Give me forty-eight bars, and I go out like gays at Billy
barrio de mota
Tutti lo sanno, il nome e la zona (south side)
Vedi la chioma (forty-five)
Senti l'aroma (Firenze by night)
Ooh, slang e tattoo,
imma sweep shit
Opp's trynna plot on my top but I peeped it
talk to my mom told me stop with that street shit
Step by myself with my drum I'm
mofe mo
Eni toba be Siru Awa
Awa ma sare je ko mo
Ama kala je yin e nile padawa
Teba ri wa E pe 911
E ti po to e lo po siwa
Ke pe forty Awa foti
I fit
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
to heaven and leads to holy thoughts and principles
This armour does not lead to realization of Manthra
Unless it is read forty thousand times by
livin' average, everybody jang-a-lang
Nobody livin' savage, e'rybody got change
Even the paperboy deliver out the back of a Range
It's not a game, it's
mutha fucka
9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40!, E-40 man!)
Ya Capable (B-Legit!)
Eh, here ye here ye (B-Legit!)
All the pimps, playas
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
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
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
that 40 bang
Had to wash em off the street
I was a og with that 23
Way before I was 23
I got 33 I'm this 23
Pippin and Jordan with me
You can try your
coast champ had to bring it to the east
That’s a "dub" and a "E" that’s "WE" motherfucker
And we out here, spittin’ heat motherfucker
South for the winter
cho dem say na cultists
To my haters I'm a poison
If dem try am dem go rotten
You know as e dey be
Its Forty four
Dem no dey when I dey cope, how dem
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
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
the price
Or would you sunmo make I tell you lies
Like I ball die by every night
Got bout five bad bitches on each side yh
Hmmm for this side yh
If e get
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
40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt
'Cause the kids just ain't alright
Oh shit, nigga
Somethin' 'bout to happen
Nigga, this shit, nigga,
[E-40]
I step, I step in the "Club" aroung twelve o'clock (clock)
Me and my folk (folkers) after the after "Spot" (spot)
We bought a - Rimy (Rimy)
Uncovered by street silver bells, all I see just have broken away
Uncovered by street silver bells, all I see just have broken away
We're in Jodita
life, yuh zimi
Ah di mad ting mi own, zimi (hail e Lord Luci)
As dem start, catch a body
Big Glock 40 shot up e party (ha)
Big batty catty ah rev e
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