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Thug Nigga Story
by E-40
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(Who made this shit?, TayTay made the beat)
Double cup poured up, mud
Lean, lean, lean, I drink pure codeine
Don't care what you think
I can't quit my lean
And if you do leave, I'ma
Drink 'til I'm sleep, yeah, oh
Double cup I filled with mud, you
Know I'm poured up, yeah, yeah
Sippin' deuces for my thugs, it's ugly
No one I can trust, it's deadly
Touch me, bust it
Straight to Heaven where I
Send that pussy boy
Oh, you ain't make it in
Well, fuck your friend
It's up to you and God
In that car with stolen rods
Do a drill while on a bar
Wet the block, that's MAC-10
Had 3Three go rock the car
Ah, glory, glory
And this is my thug nigga story
Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul
I need you now, I'm on my own
They call my phone
"I know you up in Salt Lake City
It won't be long until I kill you"
Alright, my boy
Alright, I'm ready for any nigga
That want my fetti
For any nigga that wanna stretch me
Man, it ain't safe, this shit get deadly
Wanna kill me, these niggas can't see
Me, they never gon' get me
They never gon' feel me
I'ma shoot it whenever I see
You until I steal you, now that's real beef
I ain't about to mislead you 'cause I'ma
Game you up and I'ma teach ya
I just got a fresh bottle of
Blessing oil from my preacher
Born and raised in the soil
Drankin' drank and smokin' reefer
Where the zombies shoot the
Needles between they toes
In between they fingers
I come from a broken home, nobody threw me
A bone or gave me a loan, they wrong
I flourished on niggas and got to them
Riches, now look at me, partner, i'm on
I'm givin' my God all the
Praise and the glory
My part of the thug nigga story
My uncle Saint Charles taught me the game
He was my Berry Gordy
Tryna keep my head above choppy waters
My frame of mind is unbothered
The life that I live is lavish
A lot of rappers I've fathered
They call me E-40, the creator of Mangoscato
Earl Stevens
You can read my name on the bottle
You sippin' your potion? I'm
Sippin' my potion
You havin' your motion? I'm havin' my motion
Your foot on the gas? My foot on the gas
You smashin' and yolkin'? I'm
Smashin' and yolkin'
You poppin' your Ps? You makin' your rounds?
You checkin' your traps? You
Pushin' your pounds?
Your stackin' your racks? You
Holdin' it down?
You livin' your raps? You known in your town?
Double-fistin' and double-cuppin' the mud
(In the mud)
A lot of my weeples is on white people drugs
Out here in the octagon, in the smudge
(Streets) where the cherries say, "Hands up
Don't budge" (Police)
Ah, glory, glory
And this is my thug nigga story
Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul
I need you now, I'm on my own
They call my phone
"I know you up in Salt Lake City
It won't be long until I kill you"
Alright, my boy
(Who made this shit?, TayTay made the beat)
Double cup poured up, mud
Lean, lean, lean, I drink pure codeine
Don't care what you think
I can't quit my lean
And if you do leave, I'ma
Drink 'til I'm sleep, yeah, oh
Double cup I filled with mud, you
Know I'm poured up, yeah, yeah
Sippin' deuces for my thugs, it's ugly
No one I can trust, it's deadly
Touch me, bust it
Straight to Heaven where I
Send that pussy boy
Oh, you ain't make it in
Well, fuck your friend
It's up to you and God
In that car with stolen rods
Do a drill while on a bar
Wet the block, that's MAC-10
Had 3Three go rock the car
Ah, glory, glory
And this is my thug nigga story
Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul
I need you now, I'm on my own
They call my phone
"I know you up in Salt Lake City
It won't be long until I kill you"
Alright, my boy
Alright, I'm ready for any nigga
That want my fetti
For any nigga that wanna stretch me
Man, it ain't safe, this shit get deadly
Wanna kill me, these niggas can't see
Me, they never gon' get me
They never gon' feel me
I'ma shoot it whenever I see
You until I steal you, now that's real beef
I ain't about to mislead you 'cause I'ma
Game you up and I'ma teach ya
I just got a fresh bottle of
Blessing oil from my preacher
Born and raised in the soil
Drankin' drank and smokin' reefer
Where the zombies shoot the
Needles between they toes
In between they fingers
I come from a broken home, nobody threw me
A bone or gave me a loan, they wrong
I flourished on niggas and got to them
Riches, now look at me, partner, i'm on
I'm givin' my God all the
Praise and the glory
My part of the thug nigga story
My uncle Saint Charles taught me the game
He was my Berry Gordy
Tryna keep my head above choppy waters
My frame of mind is unbothered
The life that I live is lavish
A lot of rappers I've fathered
They call me E-40, the creator of Mangoscato
Earl Stevens
You can read my name on the bottle
You sippin' your potion? I'm
Sippin' my potion
You havin' your motion? I'm havin' my motion
Your foot on the gas? My foot on the gas
You smashin' and yolkin'? I'm
Smashin' and yolkin'
You poppin' your Ps? You makin' your rounds?
You checkin' your traps? You
Pushin' your pounds?
Your stackin' your racks? You
Holdin' it down?
You livin' your raps? You known in your town?
Double-fistin' and double-cuppin' the mud
(In the mud)
A lot of my weeples is on white people drugs
Out here in the octagon, in the smudge
(Streets) where the cherries say, "Hands up
Don't budge" (Police)
Ah, glory, glory
And this is my thug nigga story
Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul
I need you now, I'm on my own
They call my phone
"I know you up in Salt Lake City
It won't be long until I kill you"
Alright, my boy
