Lyrics:
fuck with us
[E-40]
I use colorful rhymes, you probably heard
From somebody else's lit, but really it's my spit
I came from the streets, I'm not from
"I`m a little mannish motherf***er
I take after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana, but now I`m selling yola.."
[E-40]
Here take
slow down
Oh I just simply reply
I don't really know how
So I
Hustle
Hustle
Hustle
(E-40) I'ma hustler believe me
You know I Hustle
Hustle
[E-40]
(Yeahhhh!) Uh!
(Yeahhhh!) Uhh..
(Yeahhhh!) I like that.. yo
(Yeahhhh!) Yo, yo
I never let my right ear know what my left ear done heard
My
[E-40]
Uh-huh; barbecue or mildew, hhhoe?
Ssshit heh
My fetti has a first name - it's E-A-are-L
About my mail, ssshit!
Nigga you know I'm up in
[E-40]
Huh? Want me to speak the real?
[Kaveo]
Speak the real man
[E-40]
Nigga speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak
[E-40]
Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie
Think he mixin some hash with some of that Humboldt County grass
With dis sleazy from Union
of trace just to be in the house
[Chorus: E-40]
So pimped out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock extra chrystall
Anybody dat want to pop off
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
Verse One: E-40, Too $hort
[E-40]
Uh-huh; barbecue or mildew, hhhoe?
Ssshit heh
My fetti has a first name - it's E-A-are-L
About my mail, ssshit!
Nigga you know I'm up in
Intro (E-40 & Method Man)
Uhh! Hey Meth Merchant!
Method Man Meth, what's up boy? What's upper? Trying to get my ones up
Crack Alley Studios mang,
season
And niggas let them ho punk bitches be the reason
[E-40]
Niggas on the roof, bulletproofs and straps
Posted on the corner, walkie-talkies
[E-40]
Trying to make it
It's been a long road
Sic-Wid-It Records
[Master P & E-40]
Oh! (C'mon, ooh)
Y'all feel that? (I feel it playboy, I
[E-40 talking]
Testing, testing...testing testing
Uh, Sick Wid It, Sick Wid It
707, Sick Wid It Records, Sick Wid It
Click shit, Click shit nigga
and you know I'm down
I'm up in em when I bust one for the V-Town
[E-40:]
Magazine Street, Hillside
Vallejo, let's side
Would you look, would you
hang with G's?
Start uhh, who busy Jesus said
[E-40:]
Fuck cowboy keys, now I ain't never been nobody's sucker
Nor have I ever been any coastal
do
(Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
(I'll be right back, when I be right back)
[E-40]
Trying to have a stable full of, gregarious,
you want to smoke see'mon it's alright
If you want to drink see'mon we popping Don Perion
Doing the damn thang till the dawn
[E-40: bridge]
Love
Pour la farmacy
For la mia famille
Pour la farmacy
For la mia famille
Ogni colpo è hit
La tua gente chic
Noi la derubiamo
Compraci l' oro
E' 40 il
cracker ima let it blow
(Blow blow)
Boom
Like e-40 baby tell me when go
(Go go)
Pewm
When to go (go) so I can let em know
Let me know
(Know
[Turf Talk + (E-40)]
Damn nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne?
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink nigga?
Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon,
[E-40]
Uhh...
[Chorus: Goapele]
What'chu wanna say, what'chu wanna do
Now that you're, comfortable, time to show and prove
Show and prove - on just
[E-40]
Uhh... that's a good look for you
[Chorus]
(That's a good look for me!) I'm on another level
Rose gold Roley with the yellow diamond bezel
Ha, ha,
South,
West,
Riders,
South,
West,
Riders.
(*E-40*)
Huh! Rockin an rollin, like the car was stolen,
On my way to see my weebles up in deep
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