Lyrics:
all my hoodlum and thug niggas
[E-40]
[unknown] regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang soprano
Wild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin
Jayo] W-wh-wha, what, wha-what what?
[E-40] BEOTCH!
Mobster, turn that shit up!
[Jayo] Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh UH
[E-40] Sinister shit
* (E-40 talking)
It's just like moonshine,have you on yo face
I mean you be slutterin and what not,next thing you know
You don't know how you got
I'm Kobe (Ay)
Bumping Earl Sweat, but i'm Steven E-40 (Alright, alright)
Riding 'round the City in my Cold Feet (In my Cold Feet)
Cortez's, be specific
[e-40]
Hook up and do a song together
Ugh ugh, let's hook up and do a song
Uh huh, uh huh uh huh
Already know, game orienfested
Ugh, irrequested, ah,
what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's,
and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.)
Nigga what the fuck they GOOD fo? Nigga let's shoot
[Chorus]
(Kokane & E-40)
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Baller
[E-40]
Uhh! Where I stay they gotta temper they locks
Get they hair done down at Nappy or Not (Bay area!)
No funk abusin' the cops
Droppin' off
Say Earl, let's get it crack a latin in this bitch
Uh, nigga, nigga, why'know, why'know
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker
(Ice
E-40
Krayzie Bone, E-Feezie-Fonzarezi & Gangsta Boo. What'
Krayzie and Gangsta Boo
It's the end of the world and still niggas ain't got no
[Featuring E-40, Kurupt]
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top top top....big rigga
Check it
Check it Out
Check it Out
cup)
[E-40]
One of these playas is doing they own thang
And some of these playas is kinda the same
One of these playas is unlike the others
Now
[Talking]
What it do, what that is pimp
What you say, talk to me I talk back
Oooh, I heard that, oooh
[E-40]
Skinny bank, that bank, foreign
this baller?
What you gonna do with this baller?
[E-40]
What you gonna do when I bend the block (bend the block)?
Pull up on that ass in a brand
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded
Fat Joe, get breaded
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded
Hey
All you haters stop!
Whoo, man
This beat is uh
What
Rick rocker
T-9
E-40
Jellysickle yo
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
They hate it when you
paper route stack cheese!
[Verse 1: E-40]
Drinkin aftershock! on the soil smokin a beedi
Fillin my wheaties in the trenches, lookin out for em
[E-40]
You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'?
(Aight) Let's go
Uhh, a little more volume pimp YEAH, okay
Just tell me when... yeah
on
[E-40]
We like to mob, M.O.B. my organization of business, why'all
Fuck with me and I route you'll never see another Christmas
Expect Nicholas to be
[Chorus - Akon]
Konvict
Akon! and E-40...
Yeah....
I know you ain't used to havin real niggas like me around
I'm here to change to your whole life
[E-40]
Elite alloy candy coated custom paint
Verizon wireless phone
Jacob watch with interchangeable bands and five time zones
Tryin to holla
[E-40] Charlie Hust`, Busta Bust`, let`s do it
[Busta]
Hehehehe, Flipmode, Sic-Wid-It
You know what`s best for you, you better get widdit
me out
Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
[E-40]
While I was bullshittin',
Bitch tried to hit me upside the head with her shoe
Talkin bout,
and mean muggin jump until it`s a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the real nothin but
What if I bring this back down?
You gots to be about it
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