E-40 other songs:


 

Slappin lyrics - E-40 (feat. Nef the Pharaoh & DRAM)

[Chorus - D.R.A.M:]
This motherfucking yay
Got me not knowing how to act
Bout to fuck on this bitch in the back
Yeah, get her ass fucking slapped
Yeah, and this motherfucker slap
Aye, aye, said this motherfucker slap
It's slappin
Said this motherfucker slap
What's happening?
Said this motherfucker slap

[Verse 1 - E-40:]
I got the mouthpiece of a ventriloquist
When I'm talking business, I barely move my lips
I don't want no suckers and counterfeits in my mix
I don't want them around me, I don't need em
If you find a real one like me, tell em I want to meet em
It all depends on how you breed em
And who they come up under
Your plug might be jealous cause you took his thunder
Let him know you recognize him as a factor
One of the rules of power, never outshine the master
Slurricane in my cup, category fifth
All on SnapChat, taking hell of flicks
Some of my fellas is sober, some of em smoking dope
Some of my fellas is older, some too young to vote
Rapper now but used to be a dealer, a dealer
Got enough paper to have your best friend kill you
Release the silent ones up in the Benz
What you yelling?
I'm yelling real nigga over everything

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Nef The Pharaoh:]
Homeboy bought a rollie and his shit get taken
Invisible sets, rocking like my shit went missing
When the ice hit the light, it twinkle and glisten
If my shooter get shot, then I'm a finish his mission
Currently on my second tour ever, this feels like heaven
They calling me the dude no Devin it's for my sevens
I if I'm summit, I buy, buy nothing
I'm my own damn boss, I can put you onto something
And on tuesdays I'm rocking with my Uzi
Slap a dumb whore to knock me off a Toupee
Yolo whipping and product repping Crest Toothpaste
I flip a coin and take a life just like I'm two face
Elevated on my high horse now can't come down
My achievements speak loud I'm a lil child
Walter hit me on my cell, look like Neffy knock this out
I need that blapper shit that slapper shit
That'll blow a speaker out

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - E-40:]
Aye, aye, learn about it
Having so much money it takes me two weeks to count it
Baby girl got kicks, make her booty shake, she got talent
Hit it from the back, her knees shake and she lose her balance
Woah, woah, hold up, thirty-six, twenty-four, she a double D cup
Doing splits on the floor, bust it open in the club
All them bitches jealous cause niggas showing you love
Popping my collar, drinking my drink, and making my presence known
Vanille Tobacco Tom Ford cologne I got on
You can tell by the way I carry myself I'm a star
These Cartier buffs my face cost more than your car
From a dollar man to a millionaire they stop and stare
Look at my IG, I'm everywhere
That and they just be liking me cause they know I'm the guy, guy
Blowing this tree put it in the air like wifi

[Chorus]

Straight Out The Dirt lyrics - E-40 (feat. Yo Gotti & Youngboy Never Broke Again)

[JPZ:]
I went from nothin' to somethin'
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin'
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[E-40:]
My granddaddy helped build the Carquinez Bridge
Gave my grandmama eleven kids
A gallon of milk and some eggs in the fridge
A pack of Top Ramen some bread and some grits
I got it straight out the dirt (the dust)
Checkin' more cash than a clerk (that's us)
Play with me you will get hurt (I'll bust)
I'll put a hole in your shirt (whoa)
The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin', I'm drillin'
Anybody who wanna stop me makin' millions (whoa)
The longer the barrel, the stronger the bullet, the trigger
I'll pull it, I'll have your family and their feelin's
One foot on the strineets, one hand on the bible
I pray for my frenemies, pray for my rivals
Got trademarks and entities, licenses, businesses
No female tendencies, niggas is bitches
From the concrete streets to the golf course (golf course)
When I'm in L.A. I'm at the Waldorf (Waldorf)
If I'm in the mood for an entrée
Napa valet reservations at the French Laundry
Free all my people in the belly of the beast (of the beast)
Pay the tithe to my church and my priest (and my priest)
In the box, in the cage in the bing (in the bing)
If I went to jail I won't sing (I won't sing)
Biatch!

[JPZ:]
I went from nothin' to somethin'
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin'
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[JPZ (E-40):]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I'm whippin' the pot (I'm whippin' the pot)
I'm cookin' the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt

[NBA Youngboy:]
Whole lotta money, you know who this is
I ain't got speak on what I did
I got it straight up out the mud like a pig
Fuck police, no respect for the pigs
On the stage steady screamin' "Free Jig"
I go crazy every time that I hit
Send my yougin's for the break in your crib
I pay 'em double, just send me the bricks
Shooter like Scottie I ain't talkin' Yo Gotti
That white full of low I'm gonna come where it is
Get out yo body we gon' split your wig
I ain't no rat bitch, them tricks for them kids
[?] I still walk with that sick
Ain't who he claim to be and I can see it
I'm who he wanna be but he can't be it
These niggas be dissin' but no I don't hear it
My youngin' that youngin' off Good Fellas
He don't got no name, he a cold stepper
I spent them racks on some [?]
I signed my deal up in blood letters
My Cuban link half a kilo
Bitch so heavy I could use it as a weapon
All us getting' money
Nothin' but OG's thuggin' in my section

[JPZ:]
I went from nothin' to somethin'
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin'
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[JPZ (E-40):]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I'm whippin' the pot (I'm whippin' the pot)
I'm cookin' the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt

[Yo Gotti:]
I was gettin' out the mud
I put the hood on flood
I was bumpin' Danny Glover in the Chevy
I put the hood on thug
I put your hood on wet-wet
I put your life on the set-set
I put your goons on bedrest
I haven't been lost a war yet
Anniversary to vets
Z06 with the pipes
My young bitch from The Bay
Pussy good hella tight
Head stupid hella tight
Slow it down yellow light
She suck the dick like it's a contest
And thinks she's Scarface on that white
[?] want a white Rover
Bitch I'm plugged like Sosa
Got loud weed, strong odor
Pay the plug up front, don't owe him
[?] got rich shit happened and I fell off
I ain't fall, stay down, runnin' up got a bill off
What I do?
I went from not havin' shit to havin' shit
Niggas sayin' I should write a tell-all

[JPZ:]
I went from nothin' to somethin'
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin'
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[JPZ (E-40):]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I'm whippin' the pot (I'm whippin' the pot)
I'm cookin' the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt

The Dummy lyrics - E-40 (feat. Stresmatic)

Ooooh
Shake them dreads
If you in the pill game, shake the feds
Bust that lead
Take his top off, paint the sidewalk red
Go bad, get loose, go hard
Tell that bitch you'a pull his ho card
Rosegold chain
Club wilin out, packed like an AM1 game
Ooooh, somebody else's work
In the VIP with my arm up her skirt
Niggas lookin at me like they wanna get hurt
Serve you with the raly, let my thumper go to work
Blaaah, blaaah! Left his ass wet
Made his peacoat look like a fish net
Ooooh, like a fishnet
Made his peacoat look like a fish net

I do the dummy retarded and ride the yellow bus
Turn the car in circles until the tires bust
Out the window like "yee yee, cuz cuz"
On the hood of the scraper like "wah bwah"
I do the dummy retarded and ride the yellow bus
Turn the car in circles until the tires bust
Out the window like "yee yee, cuz cuz"
On the hood of the scraper like "wah bwah"
I do the dummy retarded
I do the dummy retarded
I do the dummy retarded
I do the dummy retarded

Ooooh
Lookin like I went
Jeans sag like I had an accident
As I should
8 flatscreens, watching Hood 2 Hood
California green, car tacked out like I had a smoke machine
Oooh, bout to get my fuck on
Redbone from New Orleans with some good super dome
Ooooh, little turf dirt chick
Ass like Trina with some Pamele tits
First time I seen her, she was actin like a bitch
Spit my mack game, now I'm fuckin on the bitch
Hillside vet, got my hood tatted from my stomack to my chest
Ooooh, ghost rider: doors open, invisible driver

I do the dummy retarded and ride the yellow bus
Turn the car in circles until the tires bust
Out the window like "yee yee, cuz cuz"
On the hood of the scraper like "wah bwah"
I do the dummy retarded and ride the yellow bus
Turn the car in circles until the tires bust
Out the window like "yee yee, cuz cuz"
On the hood of the scraper like "wah bwah"
I do the dummy retarded
I do the dummy retarded
I do the dummy retarded
I do the dummy retarded

Silly willy, we don't play by the rules no mo
Threw them old school rules out the window
Later for that, I'm off a pill and I'm gutta
Spine hurting, back hurting, and I'm thirsty as a mothafucka
Oooooh, doing a lot
Afterparty in the parking lot
My young niggas got gigs
Trust me, they with the biz
On one wow, stunna shades looking like How Ya Like Me Now
Oooh, Bell Palsy lip
Mean mug, mad dog, growl like a pit
Raawrrahah
This big spit, game sharper than a toothpick
The best thing since the Crayon
I'm a hustler, nigga you's a vagabond

I do the dummy retarded and ride the yellow bus
Turn the car in circles until the tires bust
Out the window like "yee yee, cuz cuz"
On the hood of the scraper like "wah bwah"
I do the dummy retarded and ride the yellow bus
Turn the car in circles until the tires bust
Out the window like "yee yee, cuz cuz"
On the hood of the scraper like "wah bwah"
I do the dummy retarded and ride the yellow bus
Turn the car in circles until the tires bust
Out the window like "yee yee, cuz cuz"
On the hood of the scraper like "wah bwah"
I do the dummy retarded and ride the yellow bus
Turn the car in circles until the tires bust
Out the window like "yee yee, cuz cuz"
On the hood of the scraper like "wah bwah"
I do the dummy retarded
I do the dummy retarded
I do the dummy retarded
I do the dummy retarded
I do the dummy retarded
I do the dummy retarded
I do the dummy retarded
I do the dummy retarded

Turf Drop lyrics - E-40

Drop!

Drop!

Drop!

(Ooh) He steady on da grip, squeezer on his hip
Every way he flip, he on like shit
Butterfly doors, look like a spaceship
Flip flop paint, gave his car a facelift
Pull up on the set, touch screen deck
Speakers in the grill, bro bruv wet
He waking the game up, he drippin like sweat
The suction on the pipes sound like a baby jet
Steady pulling his pants up, my youngin got giggs
Don't let the dance fool you, here take this
He eatin real good, you never see his ribs
He grew up in the hood, he get it how he live (ooh)

Him and his partners clicked-up
Psychedelic dreads with they beanies flipped up (uuh)
What you slappin in?
I'm slappin in my box
I'm scootin by the spot
I got em hittin the drop

I'm a let you get a shot, but I'm a go first
Put it in reverse let me see your footwork
Now turf, drop!
Now turf, drop!

I'm a let you get a shot, but I'm a go first
Put it in reverse let me see your footwork
Now turf, drop!
Now turf, drop!

(Ooh) Watch the way he do it
Bottom of his jeans shred, his sneakers been through it
(Ooh) What's that on your wrist?
My dreads getting long, that's my hair band bitch!
What he do pimp?
He fucks with it, at the school house or the bus stop with it
What kinda moves he got?
Yo boy got moves, he been at home watchin, studying Youtube
(Ooh) Oooh! he airwalkin!
Throwing up his turf, let his fingers do the talkin
Gangsta since birth, whole hood know he's tough
Dead homie on his shirt, ipod in his pocket

(Ooh) Him and his partners clicked-up
Psychedelic dreads with they beanies flipped up
(Ooh) What you slappin in?
I'm slappin in my box
I'm scootin by the spot
I got em hittin the drop

I'm a let you get a shot, but I'm a go first
Put it in reverse let me see your footwork
Now turf, let me see you turf drop!
Now turf, let me see you turf drop!

I'm a let you get a shot, but I'm a go first
Put it in reverse let me see your footwork
Now turf, drop!
Now turf, drop!

Now let me wake ya'll game up for a minute
Let me help ya'll on how my my youngsters get down out here in the yay
These boys out here turfin' mayne
They bout that action!

He in the two tone scraper with the loco paint
He in the two tone scraper with the loco paint
He in the two tone scraper with the loco paint
He in the two tone scraper with the loco paint
You got giggs? I got giggs!
You got giggs? I got giggs!
Who wanna battle? We wanna battle!
Who wanna battle? We wanna battle!
Bro gliding on air, he on his toes like Michael
Bro gliding on air, he on his toes like Michael
Bro gliding on air, he on his toes like Michael
Bro gliding on air, he on his toes like Michael
Now tut with it! Now tut with it!
Now tut with it! Nigga King Tut with it!
Now drop, nigga I'm hitting that shit!
Now drop, nigga I'm hitting that shit!

I'm a let you get a shot, but I'm a go first
Put it in reverse let me see your footwork
Now turf, drop!
Now turf, drop!

I'm a let you get a shot, but I'm a go first
Put it in reverse let me see your footwork
Now turf, drop!
Now turf, drop!

Turf-turf-turf-turf-turf drop!
Turf-turf-turf-turf drop!
Turf-turf-turf drop!
Turf-turf-turf-turf-turf drop!
Turf-turf-turf-turf drop!
Turf-turf-turf-turf drop!
Turf-turf-turf-turf-turf-turf-turf drop!

What We On lyrics - Lil Jon, E-40, P-LO & DaBoii

Uh (Yeah, yeah)
Lil Jon, E-40, P-LO, P-LO
The Boy Wonder
Yeah, I'm on one, I admit it (Yeah)
I've been smokin', I've been sippin' (Yeah)
We go up like it's tradition (Yeah)
If you with it then I'm with it, with it (Yeah)
What we on? What we on? (What we on?)
What we on? What we on? (What we on?)
What we on? What we on? (What we on?)
What we on? What we on? (Hey!)

Yeah
What we on nigga?
Nigga only up a hundred bands, you think you on nigga?
Bitch tryna sing to the necklace of her four niggas
Damn boy, that Sprite light as hell, what you pour in it?
What you pour in it?
Yeah, like what we on, boy?
Heard you with that bitch from the back, she make no noise
Bitch tried to play me for a sucka I ain't 'O' boy
Yeah I'm a young wild nigga but I'm grown boy
What we on?
Yeah, the fuck is niggas on?
Lil' nigga pull up to my section and get shitted on
When Shaka pour a 4 with my nigga but my nigga gone
Run over my niggas (Bap, Bap) your niggas wrong

Yeah, I'm on one, I admit it (Yeah)
I've been smokin', I've been sippin' (Yeah)
We go up like it's tradition (Yeah)
If you with it then I'm with it, with it (Yeah)
What we on? What we on? (What we on?)
What we on? What we on? (What we on?)
What we on? What we on? (What we on?)
What we on? What we on? (Hey!)

Ugh, I'm on one, two, three, four shots of that 'Jac
I don't need no chaser, I don't need no water back
Emeralds in my bezel, emeralds in my cuban link
My medallion dripping on 'em like a broken down sink
Errythang designer, custom fitted on a hoe
Just better than your chick, like I'm at an award show
You oughta know I ain't regular, I don't do what the others do
Suckas feet is too little, they try to fit 'em up in my shoe
A little yappin' they talkin', jaw jackin', barkin', and jossin'
Ain't addin' up to no money, so partna what is you holla?
I'm about my allowance, spend a thousand skrillian (Skrillian)
We sit at the table and feast, but we not pilgrims (Pilgrims)

Yeah, I'm on one, I admit it (Yeah)
I've been smokin', I've been sippin' (Yeah)
We go up like it's tradition (Yeah)
If you with it then I'm with it, with it (Yeah)
What we on? What we on? (What we on?)
What we on? What we on? (What we on?)
What we on? What we on? (What we on?)
What we on? What we on? (Hey!)

Tell me what we on, what we on (What we on)
Tell me what we on, what we on (Where we goin'?)
Tell me where it's at, where it's at (Where's that?)
Tell me where it's at, where it's at (Where's that?)
Tell me what we on, what we on (What we on)
Tell me what we on, what we on (What we on)
Tell me where it's at, where it's at (Where's that?)
Tell me where it's at, where it's at (Where's that?)

Yeah, I'm on one, I admit it (Yeah)
I've been smokin', I've been sippin' (Yeah)
We go up like it's tradition (Yeah)
If you with it then I'm with it, with it (Yeah)
What we on? What we on? (What we on?)
What we on? What we on? (What we on?)
What we on? What we on? (What we on?)
What we on? What we on? (Hey!)

Tell Me When To Go (Remix) lyrics - E-40 (feat. Kanye West, Ice Cube)

[Intro: E-40]
REMIX! (Ayyyyy!)
Ay man, ay it's by popular demand pimp, I need a fix, man
Dey demandin a remix, man!
(A remix, pimp? A remix!)
It's confirmed like a Don King perm (yeah, HA)
You got ya boy E-40, you got Kanye West
{IT'S ICE CUBE NIGGA!!}
Ooooooooohh...

[Chorus: (Keak Da Sneak) E-40]
(Tell me when to go) Tell me when to go
(Tell me when to go) Tell me when to GOOOOOOO...
[repeat 2X]
("Dumb" "Dumb" "Dumb" "Du-du-dumb" - Run-D.M.C.)

[E-40]
This {?} colored slushie got me feelin like da Man of Steel
Energy hyphy drink (drink); spinner steerin wheel
Mardi Gras beads around my neck (neck), invisible set
Pull-outs (pull-outs!) diamonds on my mouth (BLING)
Rally stripes, hustle cars, vans and campers (campers)
My dude got handle bars, get out yer cameras (get out yer cameras)
Wet the tar down, break out the crates (oooh...)
We on the swerve ice skatin, doin figure eights (ERRRH!!!)
The King of Slang, they call me Ebonics ('bonics!)
I get stupid and dumb like Just Ice and Mantronix
("Dumb-dumb...") ...hear me out (out!)
The first motherfucker to even SPEAK about a "Drought" (uh-huh)
40, ya fool, I heard he's growin out his hair (yeah)
Sweaaar - yea, he takin it dere
UUHHH! (UUHHH!) - it's party music
Get used to it - the hyphy music!
AHH!

[Chorus]

[E-40 - briefly over chorus]
Who you know could get Kanye West on the remix?
(OOOOOH!) Ay 'Ye, you know they love you in the Yay, boy!
(Ay) Speak on it!

[Kanye West]
Ay, ay pimp, it's 'Ye, pimp
40 told me dey fuckin wit me in The Bay, pimp
So I'ma, ride down with the do's open (do's open manye)
Yeah - that's what'll get the hoes open (hoes open manye)
High-inch stilettos wit the toes open (toes open)
Yeah - and any haters get they nose broken (ooooh)
Now, tell me when to go, tell me where the hoes
You told me they was cold, now you act like the don't know like -
...Ummmmmmm (ummmm), Ummmmmm (ummmm)
I'ma hit the liquor sto', I'ma be on the low
I'ma have my hoodie on (yeah)
Call out my name and you know dey gon' go ("Dumb") (Dumb!)
You fuckin up my mode manye (mayne)
I tell you only call me by my code name (code name)
Dey al'edy recognize me from my gold chain (gold chain)
The same one I gave Keyshia Cole manye (Cole mayne)
Now go duuumb, like ‘Coe
on Martin, I'm retarded ('ey!)

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]
YAY, tell me when to go, niggaz get sick (yeah!)
Ice Cube on the mic, fifty-one-fifty (Ha!)
Nuttin but a fool, y'all know who wit me (yeah!)
A West Coast nigga named E-Fo' Liquor (oooh...)
We can drink malt liquor til the party get thicker (uh!)
Then I get sicker, and go-go dealer (Ayyyyy!)
Rollin thru the bank, doors open manye
Freaks on the side, walk hopin mayne
that dey can jump in, get a lil' sum-thin (uh)
Yo Geronimo, bitch cause I gotta go! (AYY!)
Burn rubber, leave it in the streets
Leave it them dope-ass Little Jon beats (yeah)
(Oooooh!) To make you go berserk 'til it hurts
Put in work, if you're scared "Go to Church" (yeah)
Shake them dreads nigga, FUCK them feds
I'm wit the E-4-Oh! (yea) Tell me when to go..

[Chorus]

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