Lyrics:
me nigga I'm still doin my thing.
I'm still fly
I'm sky high and I dare anybody tuh try and cut my wings.
I'm still shuttin cities down everytime I
you)
You look so deep
You know that it humbles me,
Your by my side and troubles them don't trouble me
Many have called but the chosen Is you
Whatever
Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that
that had me clueless
I be rhymin' by myself, one deep, let's get into it
I'm like, no, wait, I don't love you, I just wanna fuck
Snuck my glizz inside
on doin' is increasin'
And there will be no over night sensations them 40 8ball mjg
Only drip we been layin' it down since trout season
Now all
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
that bitch can't be trusted
Dusted and di-motherfuckin-sgusted
[Chorus: E-40]
Some cold hearted shit
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus
I'ma pay that fee (pay that fee), smoked out with E-40 on (with E-40 on)
Bossed up like a Corleone (like a Corleone) in these Maybach seats
I limo
CashMoneyAP
Cash, Forty, Santo yeah
F-M-E
Uh, Santo Make It Reign yeah
Forty38 got it bounce in one take
Ever since I got some money
I've been
splitters on the front line
The homies locked up crippin' doin' hard time
Real soldiers always on patrol
Young homies lookin' for a Snoop to peel the fool
Because they too damn cheap
Been keepin the act up, for forty-eight hours
They weekend warriors, but weekday cowards (bustaz)
All of a sudden, everybody
Yeah, don't bother me Watch my motherfuckin' speech
Watch my words Call me streets, call me streets
Yeah, call me streets Safe by the bell
Call me
business, racketeering
Smugglin', doin' things from handling the gun is what they fearin'
Bodyguards and hitmans like some Al Capone shit
Heavy artillery
dun, he play by all the rules
That's why the house is his, the cars, all the jewels
Ya'll niggaz all are fools, your regular married with children
Dawg,
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
the 40 she ain't lackin
Drinking lean by the gallon
Smoking weed by the ounces
Suck my dick it relax me (I mean)
Give me head it's relaxin
They like JD
true business men
Talkin about it, by the way
B, what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley (Valley)
Or maybe next
the game cool
Ran back and brace yourself nigga cause here it comes fool
"Here it comes fool"
"P.E.T.E.R.M.A.N. ain't' no hoe ass motherfuckers"
Bang
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
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
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
ass by the hair and drug her out the window
Pushed out the car while I fired up the Indo
So watch out, fool, don't let me catch ya slippin
I'll be
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
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