Lyrics:
you want a nigga dead
Buck that bitch off in his head
Just like E-40 nigga I be comin' fed
Got the sawed off pump with night vision infrared
So play
you at, do you represent your city?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Do you take fools out like the homie Frank Nitty?
(wiggy, wiggy,
you at, do you represent your city?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Do you take fools out like the homie Frank Nitty?
(wiggy, wiggy,
some flour
Work hard in the kitchen like a culinary school
I be doin my thang, I'm a culinary fool
So much Pj, I was pissin that shit, talkin bottles
full of white, you woulda thought it was some flour
Work hard in the kitchen like a culinary school
I be doin my thang, I'm a culinary fool
So much
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
man
I s-said realize the game, mob hit nigga
Stack chips and make some motherfuckin' bank
I s-said realize the game
[E-40]
Look here, abominable,
a nest egg bird behind an estate that's mine
Watchin' Jordan go for forty in a sucker tub
Eatin' Cheetos drinkin' Mo' & getting a back scrub
A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard
Bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth...
No question, it's all about the D - O - E
So if money is
I'm doin' doughnuts, the homies go nuts
See when Dogg in the town, nigga, we turn up
Off that mothafuckin' E-4-O mango-scotto (yes sir)
Nigga, we sip
customer
I was little L, before Big L
Before E-40, my nigs shit was naughty
Before Diddy, on my whips is pretty
Lil' ride nigga from Queens runnin' through
Yeah, we back again, baby
E'body wanna do what a playa do
But e'body can't do what a playa do
You know what I'm talking 'bout
Dre, Dre these
off in this dirty game
Got niggas doin 40
When you 25 that's life
I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price
A motherf***in' fool for love.
[Verse Two]
If I ain't just get outta prison,
Man listen, I'd a did him
By Kentucky Fried Chicken, and the n****, I ain't'
break it down to the marrow of the bone
I'm a female (go!), and I got it goin' on (ya know)
Don't be fooled by my S-E-X
It ain't that simple, I'm more
a fool to fade
Not a Forty, not a Quart or a Six pack
Me, KMG, Total Kaos, and Go-Mack
Cause I unload my weapon with force
Yeah, I'm never detected, I
the stupidest things
But be careful though, get caught up, know what you doin
Fuck around and be a teenage pop, and life is ruined
How ya momma doin? She cool,
and don't speak
All why'all want to talk like we used to hang
'Cause I'm doin my thang, now you want to bask in my fame
That's why I stay out the club,
tell me that I can't hear
Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater
my 40 acres?) Not the projects of course
I asked for a mule, I got an iron horse
Shit goes on as the song plays
Can a devil fool a Muslim? Nah, not
On the e-way, I was just cruisin'
.40 glock, that's just for my toaster
I'm tired of the losin', I can't do no snoozin'
One day you gon see me all on that poster
the Squad's bass (hey y'all, hey y'all)
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, The Click (hey y'all, hey y'all)
E-40, The Governor, and Richie Rich (hey y'all, hey
so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
beat faster just hearin' the truth (have your heart beat, nigga)
I stick my .40 out the window while I'm steerin' the coupe (uh huh)
We pull up to your
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