E-40 Lyrics

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

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

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

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

She a clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a clydesdale (Clydesdale)

God dwamn! Tail bigger than a whale tail (Whale tail)

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)

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

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)

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

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)

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

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

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 (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

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 (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)

WHO ARE WE

Bang bang Niner Gang (Niner Gang)

Bang bang Niner Gang (NINER GANG)

WHO ARE WE

Niner Gang

NINER GANG

WHO ARE WE

Niner Gang

NINER GANG

WHO ARE WE

Petty lyrics - E-40 (feat. Kamaiyah)

[E-40:]

Petty, Petty

Most of these bitches is petty

Petty, Petty

Most of these bitches is 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

Petty, Petty

Most of these bitches is 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

Petty, Petty

Most of these bitches is 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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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

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

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

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

Turf Drop lyrics - E-40

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!

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!

(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!

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 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

You got giggs? I got giggs!

Who wanna battle? We wanna battle!

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!

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!

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!

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-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? (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? (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? (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 what we on, what we on (What we on)

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? (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]

E-40 Lyrics

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E-40 other songs:

Cali Breeze lyrics - E-40

Choices (Yup) (G-Mix) lyrics - E-40 (feat. Snoop Dogg & 50 Cent)

Choices (Yup) (Remix) lyrics - E-40 (feat. Migos & Rick Ross)

Choices (Yup) (Warriors Remix) lyrics - E-40

Clydesdale lyrics - Tech N9ne & E-40

Front Row 40 lyrics - E-40

Give Me 6 lyrics - E-40

Governed By Contagions lyrics - E-40

I Stand On That lyrics - E-40 (feat. Joyner Lucas & T.I.)

In The Air Where It's Fair lyrics - E-40 (feat. Cousin' Fik)

It's Hard Not To lyrics - E-40

Melt lyrics - E-40 (feat. Milla)

Niner Gang lyrics - E-40

Petty lyrics - E-40 (feat. Kamaiyah)

E-40 other songs:

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

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

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

Turf Drop lyrics - E-40

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

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

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