Lyrics:
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
forma attuale, negli anni '40 come
Inno â??sindacaleâ?? dai lavoratori degli Alimentari e del Tabacco del
Sud-Carolina, e successivamente dai lavoratori
straight Golden State
All-time great, sorry I'm late (alright man)
Back in high school, I was real boney
I started drinking 40's with my homies,
lost lives, politics and drama
E-40 nigga, this ain't no
Motherfucking news to you, man
This nigga been running the motherfucking Yay
Running
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
Base so loud the strings in my kicks were movin'
Beat boxin' like Biz clicks like Dougie air scratchin' like flash
40 by my Nikes Jasmine passin'
evil lair
All these people be so so scarred
Don't Do Drugs D.A.R.E
Bitch in the backseat with no hair
40k on my chair
She was never there
Hook:
Bitch I
to walk amongst the greats
Now I'm feeling amazed, I'm blinded by his grace
Don't you see the beauty? They let the beast out the cage
Amam ebe ebido e bido
I got the money, blue hunneds
My bros say the same shit
I got this new 40 on me
Today I'ma bang with it
I put these bands on slow
Mo whenever I lane
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
said "Hey! You never told me your name"
[00:36:00] "You never told me your name"
[00:38:00] I said "Baby, in this life I am nameless"
[00:40:00] "You
shit from me
So get from me
Forty dollars make that bitch come get with me
Believe it or not like Rip E Lei
Pussy good It's slippery
They say get em Maz
I[01:38.33]Capitalize[01:38.99]Then I can get a percentage of what's[01:40.65]Already mine[01:41.14]Early blinded by the industry[01:42.11]Beauty and nudity[01:43.20]Jewelry usually
my back
[Chorus]
Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spendin' yo
Just sum pap low shit, gotta let 'em hang low
Swangin' lead from my forty
ten years you made hits
so what's up E-Feezi? (We still the shit) Beotch!
How you think I got this pot belly, overnight?
Shet a nig-ga was
(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
of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
Make e money
Cause Osapa London
No be for who de owe bank
40 shawties dey been gather wan come
When be say I no hold bar
Kamakazi bin dey carry
just get by no more
Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down
Chorus -- 3X
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the money
Dolla dolla
on me, Makaveli
Girl, you got me speeding, yeah, yeah
Doing two-forty on Lekki-Epe (DJ Vyrusky)
With the top down no do gra, gra
You'd be drinking
By nervoso
Dei calote no metrô
Em Copenhagen de role
Mesmo pique do Rj
De missão no jacaré
40 na vj
Esse é o pique do Rj
Respeito? É pra quem tem
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another
Intro:
March. The more the merrier. Get a couple of whores to carry you to the burial. F-are-E-S-H. Fresh to death and keep it def to the left.
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
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