Cali Breeze lyrics - E-40
I know a pocket full of money make a bad bitch want me
Tell me who you really love
All this fan love and it's not enough
I need a bitch that's giving belly rubs
I can't give you all my time, that don't mean that ass ain't mine
Fucked up attitude but you so damn fine
Make a young nigga wanna make it mine
Summer breeze in California
She a bad one, she a lady boss
I like the way she switch and put her arm in the air when she walking off
Hella gorgeous skin hella soft
It's in her genetics she keep up with her cosmetics
Her energy is electric, I bet her coochie the wettest
I'd like to eat it for breakfast
And I'll be gentle not reckless, I'll lick the clit on her crevice
Communication is the best and I wouldn't settle for less
I'll lift you up when depressed come lay on my chest
Just like your auntie girl you hella blessed
Baby hair and roller sets
Make up sex the best sex
Her body curves like the letter S
I know a pocket full of money make a bad bitch want me
Tell me who you really love
All this fan love and it's not enough
I need a bitch that's giving belly rubs
I can't give you all my time, that don't mean that ass ain't mine
Fucked up attitude but you so damn fine
Make a young nigga wanna make it mine
Summer breeze in California
6'4 clean when I slide through, trynna fuck on you to an ocean view
See a lot of bad hoes don't compare to you
Say she from Oakland
Bae what you smoking?
Take me to the sky when she go low
Hit me FaceTime with no clothes
Girl you so goals
Bout to buy a crib on the west coast
Cause you got me in my feelings
Wanna give you the sky with no ceilings
But I don't need a hun, I need a million
I know a pocket full of money make a bad bitch want me
Tell me who you really love
All this fan love and it's not enough
I need a bitch that's giving belly rubs
I can't give you all my time, that don't mean that ass ain't mine
Fucked up attitude but you so damn fine
Make a young nigga wanna make it mine
Summer breeze in California
Summer breeze in California
Choices (Yup) (G-Mix) lyrics - E-40 (feat. Snoop Dogg & 50 Cent)
[E-40:]
Ever falled under pressure (nope)
Charge a bitch like a Tesla (yup)
Post a pic but don't disable my __cpLocation (nope)
Walk with a limp like a pimp, like I need a hip replacement (yup)
Stay without a chopper (nope)
Saucy like sriracha (yup)
Is you a bluff? (nope)
Cartier, white buffs (yup)
This money of mine, can't get it off of my mind (nope)
Hop off in the front of the line, I'm selling them this liquor and wine (yup)
Not low on paper, a hater, that's what I'll never be (nope)
Longevity, OG he got the recipe (yup)
[?] not the flattest (nope)
[?] UPS me package (yup)
She asked a player, 'do I eat booty' (nope)
I told her no but I eat coochie (yup)
Snort Belushi (nope)
Smoke lemon cherry pie cookie (yup)
Lame (no), talks slick, mouthpiece hella game (yup)
Heart pump fear (nope)
Got your own beer (yup)
Overrated (nope), underrated (yup)
Biatch!
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head
Everybody got choices
Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose
Everybody got choices
These niggas be hatin', I already know
But I never go broke (no, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Snoop Dogg:]
Follow your lead (nope)
Pop in my piece (yup)
Will a nigga go broke (nope)
Spend a couple mill on dope (yup)
Fake on a real nigga (nope)
Spend cake on a pill nigga (yup)
Tell on them fools (nope)
Stay down and pay all my dues (yup)
Can't get caught slippin' (nope)
Eastside, Long Beach, crippin' (yup)
Simp with the bitches (nope)
Tied in a knot like extensions (yup)
Soft as a pillow (nope)
All about that money in the middle (yup)
Play the role of a killa (nope)
Looked out for all of my niggas
Ever done blow (nope)
Are you really hard on a hoe (yup)
Is it hard being a G (nope)
Am I really who you wanna be (yup)
Fraternize with the cops (nope)
Shit, dope by the packs (yup)
Sold my soul (nope)
Shoot this pimping, she chose (yup)
[E-40:]
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head
Everybody got choices
Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose
Everybody got choices
These niggas be hatin', I already know
But I never go broke (no, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[50 Cent:]
You in love with a stripper (nope)
You wanna fuck her you gon' tip her (yup)
You a lame ass nigga (nope)
You know the money gon' get her (yup)
You tell the hoes that you love 'em (nope)
Or you just fuckin' 'til they comin' (yup)
Are you sugar-sugar daddy (nope)
You know they all want somethin' (yup)
Shawty wanna get married (nope)
You need at least 10 karats (yup)
You let a nigga treat you bad (nope)
He supposed to throw you something automatic (yup)
Girl, you ain't fuck a rapper for nothin' (nope)
Your kinda pussy get you paid (yup)
These hoes don't do it like you do (nope)
This style make a hoe wanna go both ways (yup)
You trust a bitch around your man (nope)
You know she fuck 'em when she can (yup)
You know these hoes ain't shit (nope)
If you don't know you'll find out quick (yup)
You wear another bitch clothes (nope)
This kid shit, you grown (yup)
You need a nigga for your bills (nope)
You pay your shit on your own (yup)
[E-40:]
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head
Everybody got choices
Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose
Everybody got choices
These niggas be hatin', I already know
But I never go broke (no, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Choices (Yup) (Remix) lyrics - E-40 (feat. Migos & Rick Ross)
(nope)
(yup)
(nope)
(yup)
(nope)
(yup)
(nope)
(yup)
Ever told on a nigga? (nope)
Ever squeezed a trigger? (yup)
Ever set a nigga up? (nope)
Ever helped a brother out when he was down on his luck? (yup)
You a sap? (nope)
You a boss player, you a mack? (yup)
Let me hold a couple dollars (nope)
Y'all still be poppin' y'all collars? (yup)
Stock rims on a scraper (nope)
Paint wetter than a lake (yup)
Poodle in my blood (nope)
Bitch, I'm a thug (yup)
You a loser? (nope), Winner? (yup)
Starving? (nope), Dinner? (yup)
You still sell dope? (nope)
Now you cleaner than a bar of Dove soap? (yup)
Got a little gouda (nope)?
Got a thumper, got a Ruger? (yup)
You in love wit' the ho? (nope)
She bringin' you the dough? (yup)
You gon' cry if she leave? (nope)
You gon' fly overseas? (yup)
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head
Everybody got choices
Keep it 1 thou, I'da liked it, I chose
Everybody got choices
These niggas be hatin', I already know
But I never go broke (no, no, no)
I'mma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)
I'mma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)
I'mma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)
I'mma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ugh, lazy? (nope)
Got dick that'll drive a ho crazy? (yup)
Hater? (nope), Wanna see a player get paper? (yup)
Traitor? (nope), Loyal to my soil, not a faker? (yup)
Sleep? (nope), Bust moves, hella active in the streets? (yup)
Scared of the dark? (nope)
Have money, have heart? (yup)
Narc? (nope), Shark? (yup)
Gossip like a broad? (nope)
Check a bitch like a smog? (yup)
Slippin'? (nope), Trippin'? (yup)
Sober as a gopher? (nope)
Higher than a rollercoaster? (yup)
Star Wars? (nope), Yoda? (yup)
Never leave the house without my strap (nope)
Shoot a muthafucka in his nap (yup)
Never been a sucka or a pussy (nope)
Blowin' cookie, never coughin' like a rookie (yup)
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head
Everybody got choices
Keep it 1 thou, I'da liked it, I chose
Everybody got choices
These niggas be hatin', I already know
But I never go broke (no, no, no)
I'mma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)
I'mma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)
I'mma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)
I'mma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Was it love at first sight? (nope)
Did she ride you like a bike? (yup)
Was it ripe? (nope), Was her pussy tight? (yup)
Got some property? (nope), Drive a Maserati? (yup)
You softer than a sock? (nope)
You solid as a rock? (yup)
Slow? (nope), Trained to go? (yup)
Your team weak? (nope)
You respected in the stree-neets? (yup)
Shallow? (nope), Di-neep? (yup)
Broke? (nope), Chi-neat? (yup)
Not a BB or a pellet gun (nope)
But a long barrel base drum (yup)
If I get into it will run (nope)
I'mma give a nigga fair one (yup)
Still live in the trap? (nope) You ever go back? (yup)
Wear a wire and a camera? (nope) Ears to the scanner? (yup)
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head
Everybody got choices
Keep it 1 thou, I'da liked it, I chose
Everybody got choices
These niggas be hatin', I already know
But I never go broke (no, no, no)
I'mma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)
I'mma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)
I'mma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)
I'mma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Choices (Yup) (Warriors Remix) lyrics - E-40
[Intro:]
Nope, yup, nope, yup, nope, yup, nope, yup
[Verse 1:]
Did it happen in one day? (Nope)
Came a long way? (Yup)
Never know what kind of angle (Nope)
Crossover, break your ankle (Yup)
Sloppy with the rock? (Nope)
Steph Curry with the shot? (Yup)
Suckers? (Nope)
Splash Brothers? (Yup)
Ain't no stoppin' (Nope)
Klay Thompson? (Yup)
Under pressure, is he chokin'? (Nope)
Do it big like Bogut? (Yup)
Never let 'em tell us that we can't (Nope)
Go hard like Barnes in the paint? (Yup)
Never ever slowin' up the pace (Nope)
Shoot a three-pointer in his face (Yup)
[Hook:]
Everybody say, "Warriors", Warriors
Everybody say, "Warriors", Warriors
Everybody say, "Warriors", Warriors
Everybody say, "Warriors", Warriors
These haters is hatin'
I already know, but we never gon' choke (No, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't got to sell my soul (No, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you hate, you ain't like me (No, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't care if you don't like me (No, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2:]
Do we panic, do we flinch? (Nope)
Come hard off the bench? (Yup)
Horrible? (Nope)
Turned up in the Oracle? (Yup)
Can't beat Steve Kerr (Nope)
I'm a warrior like the "Blur" (Yup)
Got somethin' to say? (Nope)
Fool, this the Bay (Yup)
Coward? (Nope)
Hustle like Iguodala? (Yup)
Do we ever play weak? (Nope)
Finesse like David Lee? (Yup)
Ain't nobody better than my team (Nope)
Money like Draymond Green? (Yup)
Ain't nobody finna crush our dream (Nope)
Won't stop 'til we get a ring (Yup)
[Hook:]
Everybody say, "Warriors", Warriors
Everybody say, "Warriors", Warriors
Everybody say, "Warriors", Warriors
Everybody say, "Warriors", Warriors
These haters is hatin'
I already know, but we never gon' choke (No, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't got to sell my soul (No, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you hate, you ain't like me (No, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't care if you don't like me (No, no, no)
I'm a stay gettin' money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Clydesdale lyrics - Tech N9ne & E-40
A clydesdale, fly gail
Thick as hell, got swell
Long silky hair, white tail
The bad is brought in there, clydesdale
This ain't no small time broke dame, no change
This is guap off the top, she ain't joke mane
Ain't no foolery mane, she with the game and balling hard
A hella thicky with them curves like holy god
Meat jumping like the heat on the grease pumpin'
Now all the niggas all around they wanna freak something
A little belly but the jelly got enough pounds
To make the little booty bitches sit the fuck down
With that waggy tail, gotta watch out for grabby males
Gonna be mad he failed, he don't get to watch her shake them jazzy belles
With that much back she only gotta few that hate
'Cause whenever she walk in the place
Everybody be like "Ooh that a-ss!"
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
She a clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
God dwamn! Tail bigger than a whale tail (Whale tail)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
She a clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
God dwamn! Tail bigger than a whale tail (Whale tail)
Thick, thick, baby from the ghetto and she extra thick
Thick, thick, honey from the suburbs and she lit
Hit, hit, hit it from the back, lemme pipe that shit
Pitch, pitch, I'ma try to catch it like a catcher's mitt
Pop it, pop it, pop it (Pop it) Drop it, drop it, drop it (Drop it)
You the main attraction, you the subject and the topic (Topic)
Wop it, wop it, wop it (Wop it), baby don't you stop it (Stop it)
Put that arm up in the air and walk it, walk it walk it (Walk it)
Ain't no body like you (You), you do what you do (Do)
Ain't no body like you (You), the one you knocked the two (Two)
Ain't nobody like me (Me), not even just a few (Few)
Ain't nobody like me (Me), I'm solid through
Man she a—
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
She a clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
God dwamn! Tail bigger than a whale tail (Whale tail)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
She a clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
God dwamn! Tail bigger than a whale tail (Whale tail)
Woah now, it's enough for them to go 'round
Those sounds like a packing clap in showdown
Hell yeah that's what I came to see
I dig strippin' on TV, I ain't Jermaine Dupri
Play the right music and she might move it
And some panties, skirt, and leggings fitting tight to it
Touching on her without her consent is quite foolish
She got the right dudes with that'll make ya night news it
To be a clydesdale (What?), you don't got to dance
You can be in your waitress, dentist, laywer, even your doctor pants
She with money you ain't got it, there is not a chance stop your plans (Go!)
If out of you supreme money, gun you shot the bands
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
She a clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
God dwamn! Tail bigger than a whale tail (Whale tail)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
She a clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)
God dwamn! Tail bigger than a whale tail (Whale tail)
Clydesdale, clydesdale
Clydesdale, clydesdale
Clydesdale, clydesdale
Whale tail
Strange music, special collection
Front Row 40 lyrics - E-40
Bay, Bay, yeah
Excuse me, sir
How are you? Okay
Straight to that front row, see me at the front row
Come see me on TV in the front row
Catch me in the front row (Front row, front row)
Front Row 40
See me in the front row (Front row, front row)
Front Row 40
On TV in the front row (Front row, front row)
Call him Front Row 40
Yeah, we in the front row (Front row, front row)
It's Front Row 40 (40)
Front Row 40 (40)
Floor Seat Earl (Earl)
Feet on the wood (Wood)
Me and my girl
Taking selfies, rich and wealthy, what's the price? (Uh)
You only live once, so we gon' live our best life
Sometimes we like to dress alike, matching fitted designer gear
Some people say they watch the games just to see what I'm gonna wear
I like to get up out my chair and start giggin' to my own song when it's on (What else?)
People catch me and say that they seen me on the jumbotron
Catch me in the front row (Front row, front row)
(There go Unc' right there)
Front Row 40
See me in the front row (Front row, front row)
(Ayy, loved one, can I get a-, can I get a picture?)
Front Row 40
On TV in the front row (Front row, front row)
(Keep inspiring, Water)
Call him Front Row 40
(Keep inspiring)
Yeah, we in the front row (Front row, front row)
(Unc', we grew up off you)
It's Front Row 40 (40)
My life is real (Real)
My life ain't fake (Fake)
Front Row 40 (40)
Behind home plate (Uh)
The youngsters and older folks know that I'm the man
(I'm the man)
I'm humble, I take pictures and I shake they hand (Shake they hand)
I love Bay Area teams, I'm a superfan (Soil)
I'm sorta like Spike and Jack Nicholson (Loyal)
You can catch me at a hockey game behind the glass (Sharks)
Or on the field with the Niners, walking on the grass
Catch me in the front row (Front row, front row)
(That boy stay fitted)
Front Row 40
See me in the front row (Front row, front row)
(I like how he be having his queen with him all the time)
Front row 40
On TV in the front row (Front row, front row)
(He always at the games)
Call him Front Row 40
Yeah, we in the front row (Front row, front row)
(Put me in, coach)
It's Front Row 40 (40)
Give Me 6 lyrics - E-40
Rick Rock beats
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (Nigga give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Ain't nothin' between us but space and opportunity
No time for childish shit and buffoonery
I sneeze around peons, achee
I don't want no clowns hanging 'round me
Gotta peep the borderline haters on the cuffs
It's hard trust the people that you trust
The closest one to you that always borrow
They'll line you up tomorrow for some marbles
I can look a human in the eye like a stock
And tell right away that he ain't no good guy
His energy in this aura ain't connected
He jealous his pockets is anorexic
When I was twenty-one, my dreams was twenty-to-one
I accepted my failures and didn't blame anyone
Sign hella cousins to your label and they rap
Chances are a couple gon' stab your ass in the back
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (Nigga give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Bad bidness, I don't practice
I'm ganged up and sharp like a cactus
I'm all over it like flour on raw chicken
I don't bogus shit ain't no reneggin'
Gettin' after it, I done mastered and perfected the art of gassin'
Twenty-two years of heat, not once did I fall asleep
If there's yayper bein' made, then I want in
We can't be friends if 40 ain't your top ten
Don't ever mention my name in the same sentence as sucka shit
The Bay is what I claim and I never been a [?]
I been at workin' in virtual meetings all day
When I slap gospel music, I play the homie Lecrae
I'm a veteran but I'm current and I'm on
Every word that I say can be a song
Uh, rap like I'm poor
West Coast best, Mount Rushmore
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (Nigga give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Governed By Contagions lyrics - E-40
Portrait of a family force fed through tunnel straws
Singing cannibal hymns of the bourgeoisie
There's a narc on every corner
Knock, knock, knock on every door
With a home made remedy to loosen every tongue
How many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth?
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself, my love
Smuggled in their faith like an orbit in decay
Drools the cloying adulation of the piss ants
One shot for every snitch leads the needle to the stitch
It's a homemade remedy to loosen every tongue
How many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth?
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself, my love
How many cries will the owners fake to save pathological truths?
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself, my love
That's the way the guillotine claps
She's the one who's governed by contagions
That's the way the guillotine claps
She's the one who's governed by contagions
Life! Is not the answer
Cry! Will you assimilate love in the time of gilded crumbs?
Crawl! Until you weep with blood
Life! Is not the answer
Canaries in the coal mine dropping like flies
How many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth?
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace your poleaxed love
That's the way the guillotine claps
She's the one who's governed by contagions
That's the way the guillotine claps
She's the one who's governed by contagions
Too many bodies shriveled up in their tributes
Too many bodies flayed with a grin
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself for a flood
He's the man behind the dresser giving zodiac advice
He says there will come a day to delete everything
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself for a flood
There's a woman eating her newborn under a tractor's frame
She says barren are the fields from the nephilim rain
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself for a flood
That's the way the guillotine claps
He's the one who's governed by contagions
That's the way the guillotine claps
He's the one who's governed by contagions
Governed by contagions
Governed by contagions
I Stand On That lyrics - E-40 (feat. Joyner Lucas & T.I.)
[Joyner Lucas:]
Ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ya), ayy (Ya), ayy (Ya), look (Look)
This that shit that made me ball out on my old bitch, ooh (Ooh)
Yeah, I'm chosen
I ain't felt this sick since Covid, ooh (Ooh)
Can't control it
I got lit and now I'm zonin', ayy (Ayy)
This my moment
I don't trust the ho I'm bonin', woo (Woo)
Maury Povich
I made a change, I had to be different
I hate when I'm stuck on the edge (Word)
I ain't got time to argue with niggas
I'd rather get money instead (Joyner)
Word to my folks, we used to be close
So now I'm just stuck in my head (Yeah)
I wanted a rose, but I like to ghost
If I'm makin' love to the dead (Love to the dead)
(Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit)
I gotta step to the podium (Woo)
I'm runnin' shit like Napoleon (Hey)
My niggas smokin' petroleum (Bow)
Back when a nigga had no DM's
I had to clean with the other custodians
Nobody fucked with me, nobody noticed him
Now I'm that nigga that salt to your sodium
Bitch, I'm the bomb, I lit the plutonium
Feet on the ground, I'm breakin' linoleum
This is revenge and all of you owe me one
Shorty my bitch, but she ain't the only one
Yeah, I'm a god, I know I'm the holy one
I do not smoke, but you gotta roll me one
You gotta, you gotta roll me one
She got a twin and I need the both of them (Both of them)
Streets can't help me (Ayy, ayy)
We not friends, so please don't "bro" me
Bitch, come blow me (Bitch, come blow me)
Pull up my mamba, R.I.P. Kobe
That's my OG (That's my OG)
Still no Grammy, but I got trophies
Then I went OT (Then I went OT)
She text me lowkey, water emoji
Feelin' myself, like, "Look what I built"
Like, "Look at my wealth," I did what I felt
I bet on my myself, reinvented myself
All the plaques I got won't fit on my shelf
I'm sick of myself, jumped out of my skin
Hopped into my shell, I'm feeling quite well
You ain't been in my prison, won't fit in my cell
Won't fit in my pants, don't look at my belt
I mean what I say and I say what I meant, my nigga
(I stand on that)
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six, my nigga
(I stand on that)
I'll build my own empire to give to my kids, my nigga
(I stand on that)
I try to do everything with 'em that I never did, my nigga
(I stand on that)
I went through the storm, but I made a way, so I'll be alright
(I stand on that)
If you never crossed me or did me wrong, I got you for life
(I stand on that)
I built a team of sharks and all of them niggas'll bite
(I stand on that)
If you got a enemy, I got a enemy, get 'em on sight (Sight)
[E-40:]
(Play with my, play with my)
Play with my feelings and you gon' catch feelings, your people gon' feel it
I ran with the villains, was wheelin' and dealin'
I'm worth a few million, I'm chasing a billion
I'm up like a ceiling, I'm really a real
A badger, a beast from the soil, and you can get popped like a boil
Bitch boy, you gon' leak like some oil
Walk up on me and I'm dumpin'
As long as I can see it coming, it's on
And if I run out of ammo, I'm runnin', I'm gone
Even though I'm an animal, long as I done made it home
Got a family to feed and I'm grown
And good Lord made me strong, highly-favored and chosen
My heart made of stone, I guess you can say frozen
So leave me alone, I'm unbroken, outspoken
I stand by my word 'cause it's golden
Out here in the Pacific Ocean, West Coastin'
Don't let a ho make us enemies (Enemies)
We're family just like the Genovese (Genovese)
Stick to the script, we don't do sucka shit
And we deep like a herd of them wildebeests (Wildebeests)
Trademarks and entities, no, I ain't sellin' keys
Look like I push dope, but I really push hope
Dressed like a boss, but I rap like I'm broke
You off of parole, then make sure that you vote
My ninja, you're not alone
Might pose for the 'gram with my money phone
Turn my bands to a fan like I'm hella young
Take a picture with money all down my arm
Just to show we the same, although I'm reformed
Diamonds yellow like kettle corn
I never drive her, but trust me, I got a foreign
Fuck politics and democracy
Let's put our money together, buy property
I came in the game with a prayer and a wish and a dream
(I stand on that)
Vow to take care of my kids and my family and queen
(I stand on that)
This game that I'm spittin' is over they head like a drone
(I stand on that)
If we rockin', we rock it, I rock with you, right or you wrong
(I stand on that)
This a resurgence on thorough ones, gotta stay solid as steel
(I stand on that)
Can't be an imposter or fraud or fake or a counterfeit
(I stand on that)
Some of my dudes got jobs and some of 'em sell narcotics
(I stand on that)
I'm an entrepreneur, I develop my own products (Products)
[T.I.:]
(King of the, king of the)
King of the South, a trap music original
Former pharmacist, been back on medicinal
Lay down the law and I'm standin' on principles
Consequence come with it, make it intentional
Highly a visual, hard to ignore me
I grew up on game from Too $hort and E-40
A triple OG and just 'bout to be forty
Still, run up on me, we'll be poppin' these 40s
We not goin' for it (Woo, y'all niggas, y'all niggas)
I know you can't see the trees for the forest
Let the allure, money, and whores
Take you to a place where your ass'll get torn
Okay, now you've been warned (Woo, woo)
Only one more suggestion before we move on
Pray to the Lord that you can afford
What it gon' cost you for you to move forward in life
Facin' the work, a scenario without a plan
End up dead just rollin' the dice
Hmm, kinda how I do it nowadays
Who the fuck ready to die?
Been fucking on your bitch all day, huh
She don't wanna wave me bye
Okay, I-N-G, and ballas obey all the sovereignty
I'm probably in a fly boutique with a low-key freak try-tryin' new things (King)
They say things, I do things, I buy buildings, they buy new bling
Make your bitch my boo-thing
Got a problem with it? Let my youngin run through things
Stand up guy must stand for something
Cross that line, nigga, I know one thing
Violation mean demonstration, mandatory
(I stand on that)
I'ma go in your shit, you in my face talking shit 'bout my dawg
(I stand on that)
Defend her honor and my old lady, my mama
(I stand on that)
Man of my word, handle my business, nigga, I promise
(I stand on that)
I ain't never folded, ain't never told on no nigga
(I stand on that)
Due to the fact that's how I feel, run a fade if ya feel different
(I stand on that)
Yeah, I'm a nine-figure nigga, ride with a stick still
(I stand on that)
'Cause doing time still doing better than getting killed
(I stand on that), yeah
In The Air Where It's Fair lyrics - E-40 (feat. Cousin' Fik)
Put it in the air
In the air where it's fair
In the air where it's fair
In the air where it's fair
In the air where it's fair (Rick Rock beats)
Put it in the air
Put it up in the air where it's fair, bitch
I'm tryna get nigga-rich in this bitch, act like you fuckin' with this (Huh)
Welcome to the land of the triflin', the truth or dare where it's snakes like Medusa hair
Far as life expectancy, they don't care (Huh)
Money mackin' and makin' it happen is all that I'm focused upon
Take the bass out your voice, bitch, you better lower your tone
Another like the other one, tryna impress a bitch
'Cause I'm out here beatin' they ass without the belt buckle or switch (Switch)
And jealousy come from suckers that's hella lazy, I can't respect it
Ain't got no hustle in they bones, in they DNA or genetics
I said what I said when I said it, I'm out here livin' the dream
You gotta stand for somethin' or you gon' fall for anything
Look at my watch and ring, crown me like a root canal
Motherfucker, I'm a king, turnin' heads like an owl
Gotta protect your brand and name, get your money, mayne, fuck the fame
Stay in your lane, if it ain't broke, don't try to fix it, get your change (Get your change)
If it ain't 'bout the money, I don't care (I don't care)
Put it up in the air where it's fair
I had to take a flight to get from here to over there (Over there)
Put it up in the air where it's fair
She wanna bend that thang over for a player (For a player)
Put it up in the air where it's fair
Raise your glass if you ain't never been a square (Been a square)
Put it up in the air where it's fair
This one of the most requested slappers on Shazam (Shazam)
I got bars, I passed the bar exam (Bar exam)
I got my importer's license, bitch, I'm importin' (Liquor)
Got my own wine locker at Morton's (The nigga)
That's a different kind of conversation we'll have to have (Soon)
Lobster and steak and I don't carry cash (Tycoon)
I'm not on the take and I don't get extorted (Mm-mm)
You'll be no longer, best believe I can afford it (Mhm)
Forever embedded in the tar like a reflector
I come a different texture, pack a Heckler & Koch I keep by my crotch (Doot-doot)
Dressed to impress (Dressed to impress), manip' and finesse (Manip' and finesse)
Honey right there, she ready to come on up out of her dress
Lemme stop cappin' and bein' sarcastic and cattin' off (Cattin' off)
And go home to my queen, my lady boss (Your lady boss?)
It's hella gangsters out here in these streets, ain't no arrests (For real)
It's sick out here like a positive COVID test (It's I'll)
If it ain't 'bout the money, I don't care (I don't care)
Put it up in the air where it's fair
I had to take a flight to get from here to over there (Over there)
Put it up in the air where it's fair
She wanna bend that thang over for a player (For a player)
Put it up in the air where it's fair
Raise your glass if you ain't never been a square (Been a square)
Put it up in the air where it's fair
Put it in the air
In the air where it's fair
In the air where it's fair (Put it in the air)
In the air where it's fair
In the air where it's fair
Put it in the air
It's Hard Not To lyrics - E-40
[Intro:]
Huh, uh
Huh, huh, ah
Big squad, 40 Water, uh
[Sada Baby:]
It's hard not to wake up and choose violence
Huh, had the mask on way before the virus
It's hard not to wake up and choose violence
Huh, had the mask on way before the virus
It's hard not to wake up and choose violence
Huh, had the mask on way before the virus
It's hard not to wake up and choose violence
Huh, had the mask on way before the virus
[E-40:]
I don't fuck with hoe-ass niggas, I don't do it
Keep the same energy when I'm sober, on that fluid
Feel exhaust on my Cutlass, sound like a Harley muffler (Vroom)
I'm thinkin' 'bout paintin' that motherfucker butter (Butter)
I'm havin' that realer dope money, bitch, not no toddler (Toddler)
And ain't nothin' about me sweet, I ain't no cobbler (Cobbler)
They got me all the way motherfuckin' fucked up (Fucked up)
If they put the gun down, I fuck 'em up (I fuck 'em up)
Can't take me nowhere, especially when I'm on that yak
(Yak, yak, yak)
I'll be zilled and be cuttin' up, I'll be zapped
(Zapped, zapped, zapped)
Some of my OG's doin' good, some of them relapsed (Backslid)
Some of them act just like bitches, hop-scotch and jacks (Hella wigs)
When there's game being givin', kick back and listen (Okay)
I got my game from Vallejo, [?], Richmond
My clientary just far as the eye can see (Far)
Speak French to a bitch, ooh-la-la, oui-oui (That's a bar)
[Sada Baby:]
It's hard not to wake up and choose violence
Huh, had the mask on way before the virus
Big bank on my earrings just like I'm Osiris
Tell your babe, "Bring me my FN to go hiffy"
I'm bullshit, what I'd like to be through my eyelids
Hey, dark tint on the whip, what I like to ride in
Hand me whoop in the whip, what we like to slide in
Uh, lemme holla at Doug
Uh, we gon' kill a nigga coach if they steps hard
Uh, pickin' plums, rollin' dope in my backyard
Uh, [?] my garage, I need five cars
The driveaway big as hell, full a quart large
Big stack of blues just like Marge
Pull up the foreign, it's just smooth [?]
Spent another hundred thousand just 'cause I'm in charge
Extra bands on the light [?]
Say, it's hard not to wake up and choose violence
Hear a nigga, huh
Every nigga around here will make you wanna start a riot
All these bitches know it's cap right when I'm lyin'
I never feel bad when they with 'em dyin'
Bad bitch went outside, barely had a light
Ho ain't even got a man, but now she take his pipe
I'm just tough like my Daddy, I don't feel nice
Melt lyrics - E-40 (feat. Milla)
I don't drip, I melt (Melt)
Coupe gon' melt (Melt)
Diamonds all ice, so you know they gon' melt (Woo)
New bands melt 'cause they same color water (Yeah, yeah)
I don't need the rain, I can do it myself (Yeah)
I don't drip, I melt (Hell yeah)
Water, water, water
Yeah, bitch, I melt (Woo, hell yeah)
Water, water, water
Euh, VVS, holdin' water on my chest
Never confess, I'm too blessed to even stress
Frozen whips, Richard Mille and baguettes
Dressed to impress, tattoos on my arms and flesh
Flex and finesse, fetch the fetti, get the bag
On the mic, where you can find me in the lab
Diamonds bright, lit up like a launching pad
On my hype, everywhere I go I pack
Tall cash, stash, stack and try to make it last
Northern California life is rougher than a Brillo Pad
Anyone'll take your life, anyone'll do ya
Watch the way you move, don't let the diversity fool ya
I don't drip, I melt (Melt)
Coupe gon' melt (Melt)
Diamonds all ice, so you know they gon' melt (Woo)
New bands melt 'cause they same color water (Yeah, yeah)
I don't need the rain, I can do it myself (Yeah)
I don't drip, I melt (Hell yeah)
Water, water, water
Yeah, bitch, I melt (Woo, hell yeah)
Water, water, water
Uh, water, water, The Waterboy, Bobby Boucher
Drippy neck, spent about 200K
All due respect, to thy God my tithes I pay
Every day, I get on my knees and pray
Smell the aroma, cologne I wear Plum Japonais
I'm a boss, I should give myself a raise
Movin' weight, but I ain't talkin' 'bout the gym
They love to hate, 'cause I'm out here havin' Ms
Tall cash, stash, stack and try to make it last
Northern California life is rougher than a Brillo Pad
Anyone'll take your life, anyone'll do ya
Watch the way you move, don't let the diversity fool ya
I don't drip, I melt (Melt)
Coupe gon' melt (Melt)
Diamonds all ice, so you know they gon' melt (Woo)
New bands melt 'cause they same color water (Yeah, yeah)
I don't need the rain, I can do it myself (Yeah)
I don't drip, I melt (Hell yeah)
Water, water, water
Yeah, bitch, I melt (Woo, hell yeah)
Water, water, water
I don't drip, I melt (Melt)
Couple gon' melt (Melt)
Diamonds all ice, so you know they gon' melt (Woo)
New bands melt 'cause they same color water (Yeah, yeah)
I don't need the rain, I can do it myself (Yeah)
I don't drip, I melt (Hell yeah)
Water, water, water
Yeah, bitch, I melt (Woo, hell yeah)
Water, water, water
Niner Gang lyrics - E-40
Droop-E on the beat!
Bang bang Niner Gang
Bang bang Niner Gang
Bang bang Niner Gang
Bang bang Niner Gang (NINER GANG)
Bang bang Niner Gang (Niner Gang)
Bang bang Niner Gang (Niner Gang)
Bang bang Niner Gang (Niner Gang)
Bang bang Niner Gang (NINER GANG)
Against all odds weathered the storm
Built for combat and battle
Young hyenas in uniforms
We play no games with the opposition we active
Let the whistle be the bell we gon get down
What we got mad at
Many have tried but many have failed
The 49ers got the livest fans in the NFL
I tried to toldem we back and we never left and we got heart
Levis Stadium startin to feel like Candlestick Park (uh oh)
Gold blooded my neck is frozen with diamonds
Front Row 40 be on the field with the linemen big timin (Fixture)
Niner Faithful old school like an Impala
Ask Merton Hanks, and the homie Ricky Watters (Take a picture)
Them was my neighbors in '96
RIP Dwight Clark, The Catch (Legendary)
I'm a Niner forever like Rice and Lott (Don't forget TO)
Niner Empire until the world pop
WHO ARE WE
Bang bang Niner Gang (Niner Gang)
Bang bang Niner Gang (Niner Gang)
Bang bang Niner Gang (Niner Gang)
Bang bang Niner Gang (NINER GANG)
WHO ARE WE
Bang bang Niner Gang (Niner Gang)
Bang bang Niner Gang (Niner Gang)
Bang bang Niner Gang (Niner Gang)
Bang bang Niner Gang (NINER GANG)
WHO ARE WE
Niner Gang
Niner Gang
Niner Gang
NINER GANG
WHO ARE WE
Niner Gang
Niner Gang
Niner Gang
NINER GANG
WHO ARE WE
Petty lyrics - E-40 (feat. Kamaiyah)
[E-40:]
Petty, Petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Petty, Petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty Frivolous
I'm handling my scrill and my fetti, privileges
Only smoke gas not no reggie (power)
Broccoli, organic veggies (sour)
Send him to hell not to heaven
Go through the Tell I need four fifty seven
Somebody call the ambulambs and the reverend
Teach a fuck nigga a valuable lesson
Scorpio that's my astrology (Forty!)
My Rover a autobiography (Dori!)
Oyster perpetual presi (Ching!)
The essences all up in my bezi (Bling!)
Plug rock bitch, gold digging hoe
All up in the fortune with your best friends clothes
Always starting something you a messy ass hoe
Lil groupie ass bitch on the stage at the shows
As far as these niggas they petty too (irrelevant)
They hate on real niggas like me and you (relevant)
They jealous conniving and sneaky (shiesty)
Don't wanna be them wanna be me (icey)
See me on TV all over the net
They heart full of envy butthurt and upset
They pockets is pennies my pockets a check
You say you my enemy I'm at your neck
Petty, Petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Petty, Petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty
[Kamaiyah:]
Awww shit
I guess I'm the one that they hate now
You bitches is played out
I made it ain't got shit to say now
You bitches is spaced out
I made my own way out the Bay now
So my crib is way out
You bitches still riding the greyhound
I pull up in race now
I got big money, all facts
Petty bitches can fall back
Got a Benz yeah I bought that
And I been the shit yeah I'm all that
Loan money I got tall stacks
I can stand on it I can land on it
I got bands homie, rubber bands on it
Yeah I got head cause I planned on it
I'm the realest chick to ever do this shit
From the West Coast now I run this shit
I'm the same one that y'all keep on talking bout
But ain't fuckin with
Trick on me but that talk is cheap
Cause y'all sneak dissing on some sucka shit
Kamaiyah be my name hoe
When you speak on me say my government
Don't be petty bitch
[E-40:]
Petty, Petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Petty, Petty
Most of these bitches is petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty
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!)
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