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!)