Lyrics:
Aye
Better know I gotta real expensive taste
Spending two or better just on champagne
I got this killa quila in my cup
We buying by the liter nigga fill
you more than you love me grow by days
E hurts me, you can't see
Tu me disais tu m'aimais c'est faux t'étais bad gyal
J'ignorais tous tes défauts mais
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
Life sucked I became a sponge
Deep dive I took the plunge
At this rate by forty-one
I'll be a legend for the things I've done
Jumped off the bench time
creep
This is not a task, I be doing it for me
I be tryna blast til the gas on E
Put her in the past, ion look behind me
And I got a blicky on me, you can
could be how he thug, or play it smooth play it smooth
Guess I'm a punk then, they let the drunken monk in
With a O-E 40 like E-40 trying to Function
crack the forty open (get 'em)
Cheers, get put in the trunk
That's my nigga Battlecat providin' the funk
That's the old world, I'm frontline from
it
Then I get this top billin', hey (woo)
Keep your third eye open
Any problem with the safe, then I crack the forty open (get 'em)
Cheers, get put
cut for me, deal me, touch me
L O V E, E to the F to the R T Y
I spits the shit from the T O P, it's me, the E
Droppin' it nuclear all the time
wait
I actually grew five times my size grabbed
Ma$e by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him
Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism
Attack is for
your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers
Let me start it off,
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
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Roubei tua fã
Foda-se os likes (hã)
Só quero mais Nikes (paw paw)
Draco by my side (yeah)
.40 by my side (yeah)
tell you say
Actually
Actually
Man no fit live by bread alone
Leave by bread alone
Normally
Normally
Anything you do make it better
Make it better
I
keep us all stuck in the tank
I might just buy me a brick phone and a 560 sl 88
Parallel park by the phila burger
Smoke and listen to e-40 tapes
During
stay down and that's for sure
When all my gangsters become one mob we are going to let it blow
Mama ain't raise no hoe e 40 said when to go
They want me
"abel" catch me on the Weeknds
Monday beefin, he gone by the week's end
Now his bitch do not got him to depend
Back to the block now his brother'nem deep
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
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400 Krona på nå 40
Sippe hardt ekke rart her i by'n
Solnedgang klikkting ut å bare flyr
Æ Trur stjærnan gjømme sæ bak en sky
Sola skinn himmel'n e
got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn
of a sudden
All of a sudden
No be today my people dey suffer
No be today
I say e don tey my people dey suffer
If na by hardwork
Poor man go get money
Poor man
Standing Ovations, Genkidama (yeah)
MoneyGram, E-Wallet, Goyard-Cardholder (ja)
Brazilian Butt Lift, zerstöre deine Darmflora (ja)
Imagepflege 40k, mit
(Anybody)
Don't act like you can't get touched, peeyimp
Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher
(That's right)
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz, David Banner
And E-40
a Kegger I was coolin' with Webster,
Puffin' mella underneath an umbrella,
Surrounded by some imports and people drinking Stella
But what was in my hand did
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