E-40 Lyrics

The Mail Man (1994)

Neva Broke lyrics - E-40

Hey, what's up my nigga

Check this out you been listenin' for awhile

Why don't you tell these niggas

What they really thinkin' about

When be wrappin' this mail

[Verse 1]

Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down

I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check

And if I hurt her feelings who gives a fuck

I'm out for myself, bout to make me a smooth cover

I keep it on the under in a closet on the hush hush

On my way to victories downtown surplus

To get a blend aqua windbreaker

To match blue latchin' vendeta

Scadalism, that's what I'm majorin' in

Yeah, murderism I'm doin' niggas in

So give up the ghost my nigga

Remember me, I used to be your main nigga

But fuck ya, I'm jealous and I hate ya fuckin' guts

I got it in me cause ya clockin' do-do bucks

Break yourself, makin' quarters, ladies rings, chains

I'll take that cartridge out and set it on the range

Prepare for the jack if ya sellin' coke

As long as I got me a strap nigga, I'm never broke

As long as I got me a strap, I'm never broke

[Verse 2]

Got the nigga car at the mall on bricks

Beat strip, beat tip fucked him like a bitch

I'm that nigga to hate playas

A playa hater starvin' like Somalia

You got some yo-yo

Cause I'm right back chokin' again

Chokin' mo' now before I did when I went in

Tomorrow I got to go take a piss test for real

I'm tryin' to clean out my system with stay clean and golden seals

But I'm gon' be late, I'm on vacation

Because it's too early for me to go back on a violation

Fuck my P.O. I need some M-O

N-E-Y so I can get high and kick in this nigga's door

It's four in the morning I'm on a mission peep

The best time to catch a nigga in his sleep

Wake ya ass motherfucker I know ya rich

Tell me where the fuck is yours, I'ma bust ya bitch

Do dick in ya greasel I tie him up

And made him watch me poke her, I'm never broke

Do dick in ya greasel I tie him up

Then I made him watch me poke her, I'm never broke

I'm never broke

[Verse 3]

Baby crevice was tight like a pair of vice grips

I looked at pop and said "You must got a lil' dick"

Havin' shame he was cryin' like a toddler

Nigga couldn't stand here baby scream and holler

I said "You got one mo' time nigga where is the minl"

He said "It's in the den right corner, top vent"

Folks remember that I'm scandalous and anti-fuckless

I carry diseases such as herpes and nut pluckers

Nutted in the bitch, kissed her on her lips

Made her get up and suck a little dick

The bitch had her some play though

Ya know she deep throat my big ol'

I dropped my strap like a sucker would

She said "How does it feel" I said "Good"

She said "You know this ain't the way to mix business with pleasure"

I said "I know this ain't the weather to make miserable pleasure"

You know this ain't the weather to mix business and pleasure

Shit, she tried to bite off my pecker

Helped rex loose, I hangin' juice

And after juice you beggin' for this shit

Like you gon' knock it out better

Picked up my tech up off the ground

Pistol whipped, tied up sittin' down

I need a black screwdriver but a butter knife will do

To the vent I went to collect all my due

Struck out the side of boss game steward

Hopped in my hoo-ride made a left on Newark

Through the dark alleys black this black that

As long as I got me a strap look I'm never broke, yeah

I'm never broke

[Talking]

Oh I see

So what you're saying is a girl

Is something like an investment

Keep your revenues up to par

And all you need is a strap

Precisely that's how motherfuckers make them fat lick-backs

See I'm way respected in the rap industry

Cause I skip, spit that real-life type shit

Feel it, so let's hustle up the true motherfuckers

Apart from the tarp

And the motherfuckin' good from the not huh

Bring The Yellow Tape lyrics - E-40

Some serious ass shit jumped off a little bit over an hour ago

My ace Boon just got peelt at the corner store

It's unbelievable I'm shocked this can't be true

Im cryin vengeance for revenge look what I do

Called up my Mossie told my niggaz to be on alert

Heard it was some player hating O.G's out there putting in work

From what I understand that shit ain't over no turfs and drugs

It's over some bitches and some jealous niggaz with a grudge

Hot at the head I'm fired up I wanna do'em in myself

Hit me up in the corner and watch me let them have it nelf

Money talks and bullshit walks, I'm off to San Leandro

For some glocks and techno chops and a gang of ammo

Took a hit of the chronic dank to expand my thoughts relax nerves

When I get back to the town just think them niggaz gonna get straight served

And a ballerish nigga like me young in the game straight having thangs

Taking this shit from some ol' jealous ass OG's man?

I'm not having it, you want some funk I'll bring it to ya

Dagnamit I thought you suckas already knew ah

Yes indeed, them niggaz act like they cant bleed

But them lies, I'm talking about the element of surprise

Bring the noise, whos fallin like the big boys?

Heavens to Merkatroid, I'm ballin like the big boys

I just got the word I heard the same niggaz robbed my partner herb

Pulled on his dick with a pair of appliers got him for a bird

It's gettin stanky got my curiosity arousin

See herbs a factor, he's worth $700,000

GTE mobile net cellular comminication

I got his voice mail number let me try an page him

I'm hecka cool he hecksa cool with me

He called me back said "Lets go party on them fools E."

I said "Where you at?"

He said "Where you at?" I said I'm in Vallejo

He said I tell you what lets hook up me and you at Dennys in the Vill'

I said Roger he said "Over and out don't fake out"

I said what time he said one o'clock if it's traffic go the back route

Ya see, sloppy jobs ain't my forte so no mistakes

We do it right and when it's done bring the yellow tape

[Hook]

Bring the yellow tape [3x]

The yellow tape

Wassup my Naga you ready to ride on these hoe ass block busters

Thats me an Herb talking outside of Denny's smoking a beedie sittin in my Cutlass

it's only a handful of them suck L's I can count them on my finger

Fuck letting this shit die down I'm ready to hear the fat singers

I'm bout my gats but cant make cash with niggaz breathing all down my back

Therefore I must explore by taking a few lives to even the score

My ace Boon, my sugar low, blood pressure high

Drinking and crying two four seven my stomach in and out

I know this one botch that got my nigga that just got out of jail's baby

She'll play hop scratch she works for Pacific Bell and she just might maybe

Help me pull these niggaz coat tails true ??

Find out where they sleep by looking up there address on the computer

Herb hollard bingo, tomorrow we ride my naga

Fake ass niggaz done stuck there fingers in

some permanent shit that they cant wipe off

[Talking]

Yeah, motherfuckers fail to realize the size of this

oh it's gonna get done, three or four more hot ones

to the fire that already got 'em

ain't no kind of stress to me

my dick get hard off this type shit boy

tell that botch to get the 707's on them niggaz residential spots

by tomorrow afternoon and it's on

Think I didn't? got on it right away

Finally got me a chance to use my Heckler & Knoch collection throw-aways

And when we did I guess you could say we did that

and after that niggaz gave me my 'spec

[Hook]

Practice Lookin' Hard lyrics - E-40

[Verse 1]

Bloody murder, crime, drugs, folks smokin'

Man I remember when it used to be cool to leave ya screen door open

And let the mosquitos and the flies sneak in

Look mama and them play whistle

So I'ma play tackle football with my friends

I guess them times is gone cause like a wishbone

I wish I had em' back instead of watchin' brothers fiz-all

Catch em' out on every track, bar, street, boulevards

Sweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antens

Whatever happened to the days of Little League

Pop Warner and Boy Scouts, the Old Singing Boys Club

Voodoo to go to school not thinkin'

Too busy smokin' weed, sellin' dope and drinkin'

I guess we're livin' in the last days

Cause in the last days the Bible speaksof AIDS

Plagues, brothers killin' brothers, earthquakes

Youngsters tryin' to earn stripes as a work face

I'll be a sucker if I don't pull ya ho card

I used to be soft but now I'm hard

Fuckin' nigga, I practice lookin' hard

[Hook]

I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard

Mirror, mirror make the call

Who's the hardest of them all

I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard

Right before I go to bed

I make sure that my mirror's there

[Verse 2]

Take yo mean face off partner why ya muggin' me

Fools say shit, I can't help that shit's in me

It's automatic cause what's mine ain't even took

It's my mad at the world look

I said I feel ya man, sometimes I catch myself too

Mean muggin' folks that did no harm to me or my crew

But now it shouldn't have to be this way

Fools say, I don't care what nobody say

The other man got me this way

I'm fresh out the pen and out the system for years

Been fillin' out all kinds of applications to make a grip

But I don't know nothin' about no computer chip

It takes that to make a J-O-B in the 93

But a J-O-B in 93 consists of paper rarely

Jobs like the oil refinery

I'd rather work in Napa at the winery

And then ya wonder why I'm stubborn

Forever lookin' hard, I been scarred

[Hook]

I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard

Right before I go to bed

I make sure that my mirror's there

I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard

Mirror, mirror make the call

Who's the hardest of them all

[Verse 3]

Can't tell me shit, I come from a broken up home

Every since I was a youth I thought that I was grown

Meet me after school nigga and we can get it on

Ya talked about my mammy now I'm goin' upside ya dome

I got a complex problem, my guard stay up

I'm always on the offense side, don't test my nuts

I'm not a Charles nor a Larry but I'm scary

Scared that I might lose it and chop you with my piece berry

I deep into my shit and it's straight like that

I be quick to clobber a motherfucker with my Flintstone bat

Nobody likes me on my father's side of the family

They can't stand me cause they think that I'm sellin' that candy

I kid you not, all bullshit to the side

I got 20,000 niggas in my organization

Now which one of y'all niggas down to ride

I gets juiced off the underground doja

You know that Click shit, that independent shit

It makes me feel like I want to

Got me a baggy full of broccoli and a crooked eye 22

I feel crafty, I mean that but I feel great

[Hook]

I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard

Right before I go to bed

I make sure that my mirror's there

I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard

Mirror, mirror make the call

Who's the hardest of them all

[Various ad-libs]

Ballin' Out Of Control lyrics - E-40 (feat. LeVitti)

Pushed in the game at a young age

Feel me touch me as I turn the page

A little past ten, roughly about

eleven years old dropped in the good __cpLocation

My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin

got a nigga seriously thinkin

"How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"

Minimum wage flippin patties - nope

I'd rather fuck around with Coca-Cola, yola

Ice cream, candy, granola, huh

Slave for men - that's what they told me

and I'll break you off somethin suitable

Brought you a key of crack quicker than ?

? recoupable

? future black and beautiful

My partners used to be plucked and ugly

Hangin around them old squeegee boys

Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me

They straight cut for me

Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E

E-to-the-F-to-the-R-T-Y

I spits the shit from the T-O-P

It's me, the E, droppin it nuclear all the time

Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin.. mud

Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my soul

But I'm way too cold, motherfucker!

[Chorus: LeVitti]

Sittin in my livin room

Thinkin of, a master plan

Tryin to find a way out

Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh

So I painted me a picture

of a life, to make a dream

Can you feel me now

Ballin outta control, ballin outta control

Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'

Now I'm havin long money, like Ross Perot, so take

notes from a big ol' ? pimp, pretty much established

Livin out of hand lavish

Throwin parties ?

with big time folks makin big time cabbage

Become a savage, get swoll by ones

Twenty a drum's established

Six figure digits, just like I tell you like

I got the whole city sewed up in stitches

Your product'll win if you gots top grade

Keep, your law-yers and your bail bondsmen paid

The word on the street's is that I done came up too fast

Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul

Playa haters wanna cut my grass

You don't wanna bring your bitch

to what type of ? out of control sittin on tickets

Million dollar spots, technology chops

and a motherfucker proud fool-assed ridiculous

Straight fuckin em up like that, throw me my strap man

? feel me

Reverend would you put some blessin oil on my head

and hear me

I never sell my soul cause I'm way too cold

Motherfucker! Ballin outta control

[Interlude: LeVitti]

This ol' game, kids they run

Never get a second chance

so take me to this world

Now there's always time, to getcha

I guess by now you get the picture

of what I'm tryin to say

I'm ballin outta control

"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin"

"Every other fuckin day I'm tellin my sahies how to quit"

"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin"

"We can get it on, we can get it on"

"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin"

"Forty-Water, straight lettin em know"

"Even though my pocket's fat and my belly's bigger..

gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic-Wid-It"

Throw, the hoe

Y'know in a big ass gumbo pot

Full stir

Let it settle to make it lock

Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier

"Whassup you timah, when your ass gonna retire?"

I ain't knowin

Keep tellin myself that I'ma call it quits

But I got myself

Too much motherfuckin cabbage out there runnin in the streets

Lookin up out the way for the one-time

Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin

Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry

cause fools be playa hatin

Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks

Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks

Cause niggaz be tryin to make movies

when they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies

I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother

I ain't even gon' lie I'm to'

Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped

Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped

Fuck these niggaz they think I'll sell my soul

But I'm way too cold, motherfucker!

[Chorus]

[LeVi] Yeah yeah, I'm ballin outta control

[E-40] Out of motherfuckin control

[LeV] I'm ballin outta control

[E-40] Cause I'm way too cold

[Lev] Yayayy, I'm ballin outta control

[E-40] MotherFUCKER! Ah yeah

Feel me main

[LeV] I feel you main

[E-40] Can you feel me main

[LeV] Yeah, I feel you main

[E-40] Vitti can you feel me?

[LeV] I feel yah!

[E-40] Motherfucker can you feel me?

[LeV] Yeahahayahahah!

[E-40] Feel me main

[LeV] I feel you main

[E-40] Feel me boy?

[LeV] I'm ballin outta control, yeahahahhh

[E-40] Every fuckin time

All day, motherfucker

Where The Party At lyrics - E-40

[Computer voice]

Where's the party at

[Verse 1]

Forget it man, I can't lie

I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk

I shoots the game, the gift I spit

The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped

Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it

Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it

Knows that I can giddy go

When it's time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E

It's me the hustler 40

With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky

A brother like me don't hang around no suckers that be faulty

I be puttin' the group up in the boot

Be puttin' the peas up in the pod

Left the cookies in the jar, now I'm a rap star

The rapologist, I pull a 40 out of my ball cap

Then I bust ya down side of this

Cause partner ain't never been no punk in this

I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels

And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills

Givin' up deals, hills let em' go for a lil' nothin'

As I showcase my skills for real

[Hook x2]

There's a party over here, a party over there

A party everywhere...put ya hands up

There's a party over here, a party over there

A party everywhere

[Verse 2]

Pullin' up in the club about eleven

I plays my feet and hit the beat and kept it revvin'

I got a lil' doja that I'm fixin' to break down

Roll em' up in a zag, lick em' stick em' and clown

I'm fully dig with a dick, my game is on hit

I got tipped so I tip cause I'm livin' with this

Game tight with the knack, I'm pullin' in scratch

They better have a tight grip on they stuff cause I'm bout to snatch

Your batch if she wants it she'll be mine in the Cutlass

Puffin' on some of this chronic while I'm gettin' straight laced

Heard about the drought season, they be lookin' for a reason

It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'

Extra manish how I'm livin' and my name is groupie

It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to all you hoochies

Bitches always splittin' stick the wood but sometimes wouldn't

Suckin' and grabbin' my little pecker

Talkin' about sick on my gold better

I remember when carts was Barbie cut before I was in junior high

All they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vagina

I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, also down with pluck

Th finest watch on the playground, the one with the big ass butt

40 I love you, I miss you, I need you

And retrospect to who

Bitch come anew, bitch come anew

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]

Cause we made like thugs

Get juiced in the parking lot before we go up in the clubs

Hugs and kisses, gotta make sure we got our gloves

Hugs and kisses, E-40 can't be on any more

Hugs and kisses, straight to the bar no time to waste

Kickin' em' back while they take the place

Order me a shot of that liquor to taste

Thinkin' they about to beat my face

Oh no, I'm nothin' but a professional

Oh no, we're nothin' but professionals

Hoochies all in my face with some of that dope water

Brothers already purple off some of that soap water

So I'ma make a toast to the most

Mobbish lookin' brothers in this by midnight

Cause brothers gotta get the shit that's really in man

Batches on our jock, batches on our jock

Mind teachin' things to these brothers

Cause that's us, Captain Save a botch

They wanna be like big boys and sport big loot

They wanna be like big boys and sport fresh suits

I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me

I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me

I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me

I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me

[Hook x2]

[Outro]

We in this baby boy swervin'

E-40 in the mob scene

And I'm still down with The C-L-I-C-K

Comin' yo way in the 94

Then 95, it don't stop boy ain't no jive

Sell the rest of them tapes boy

Where the deposit at, where mine at

Oh for real, I'm out

[Computer voice repeated to fade]

Where's the party at...Where's the party at

Where's the party at, where's the party at, where's the party at

Captain Save A Hoe lyrics - E-40 (feat. The Click)

[Chorus: E-40 and 'Hoes']

Ah is a, Ah is a, Should I save her?

I want to be saved!!!!

[B-Legit]

It's 1993 and niggas need to miss me be savin' these hoes

You know how these tricks we be buyin' 'em clothes

Wanna taxi hoes on vogues with the beat

And have 'em sittin' next to 'em in the front seat

But not B see I'm a hog up out the V

And my motto is fuck a hoe and hit the throttle

To the smoke talkin' on my Okie doe

World wide I got a clydes up in Tokoyo

[E-40]

Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane

What's that niggas name?

Captain save a hoe main

More faster than a speeding bullet

To put on his cape and scared

I put the fake the fake the funk the funk

To me that's not the way to do it

Captain muthafuckin' Save a Hoe game to me

Flexin just like a little ol' bitch

All up in front of my company

Had to check his ass with an ear check dump and pumpin'

Talkin' to him while I'm beatin' his ass

Pumpin' fear talkin' bout nigga you gone retrospect somethin here

[Chorus]

[D-Shot]

Mr. super trick Mr. super snitch

Yeah, you wanna kill me cuz I fucked ya bitch

You should had your cape on tight that night

Cuz a nigga like the Shot sho plugs 'em right

And now yo batch is straight callin me lovin me

On the under for the porno star that I be

And don't you come in my face with that trick shit

Ya betta try some more shit

[E-40]

I got the gift to grab any batch

That I want but I don't

Cuz batches now a days will get you caught up in some funk

Oh no, I'm not tryin' to save you hoes 'n

How come when I was broke you wasn't brown nosin'?

The other day you see me smobbin' down magazine

With some ol' nigga in your car lookin' at me mean

I stopped in the middle of the street

Reached under seat to grab my heat

Man that's the same motherfucker

that I got into it with at the club last week

[B-Legit]

Man them niggas can't fade

They bith made

And so they start

But niggas with no heart

Don't want no part to this

Nigga rollin' with the Funk Mobb

And when it's funk

The pump will spit them double laws

So what you doin' when we roll through you hideout

I let my mack get off and then I rides out

With your ass there smokin' like an incent

You savin hoes nigga and that's bitch shit

[Chorus]

[Suga-T]

I'm crossin' up niggas and bitches

And even snitches just for my riches

Captain Save A Hoe

I ain't got no problem with that ol shit

I gives a damn as long as he's payin'

It ain't my fault because he's sprung off my land

I'm cashin' GA checks, go to the bank Hank

If your breath stank, you get ganked main

Long as a trick comes fallin' down

That gets me all upset to put on my suit and clown

[E-40]

But make that nigga take care your kids

Make that nigga call your kids his

Make that nigga get out there and work

Make his ass buy you a Brinun Burk

It's all part of that nigga take care of me

Pussy whipped nigga come save me

Batches out there be on the look out

For Captain save a hoe

Cuz he's savin hoes

[Chorus]

[Captain Save a Hoe]

Fuck that what they talkin about

I save a hoe yeah Ha ha

Yeah baby, what's up you wanna get your hair done

Come on let's go down to Lee and Kim Nail's

We can get your nails done, get your hair done

What about your kids? How many kids you got? Two?

Ah, yeah that's cool we can go feed and cloth them kids

We can go down and get the hook up at Durant Square

Yeah baby I do anything for ya

Want you phone cranked on, I can get it cranked on to my name

Matter of fact I get you a cellular phone and a pager

We can get that package deal down there at Cellular One

Baby I'm here for you I got you

Mailman lyrics - E-40

Kick this shit about the mail man

[VERSE 1]

Time for the payback, backpay

Can't let homie live to see his birthday

A.K., Forty's lettin hot ones to the kidney

Bootsee muthafucka didn't know what hit him

What way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy

Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavy

Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fuckin fetti

That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city

Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivle

Little old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man

Now his ass is trash like a garbage can

Caught up in some shit with the mailman

(Boom-boom!) now they gloom

My strap went boom [3x]

Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the room

[VERSE 2]

They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do)

They say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn't believe

They say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthafucka

(Hm-hm) Well, check this part out, brother

(Okay) The nigga that the mail man shot

Little homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock

(That's right) Right off that hop, premiditated plot

I'll park around the corner and do a walk-by

Reconciliation, retaliation on my mind

Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin swine

Trapped in the game since 1979

My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink wine

I'm young, full of cum, nothin to lose

Paid my dues, I'm settin the rules

I got some clues, and I refuse

To let the sucker that killed my homie get away smooth

(Boom-boom!) now they gloom

My strap went boom [3x]

When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed

[VERSE 3]

Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin, plottin

Schemin, actin like a demon

My pores is stinkin, and I'm all sweaty

Hallucinatin, smellin like burnt spaghetti

Oh no, the mail man gotta go

He killed my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo'

To go, so I figured that he's after me

Till the word on the streets is that I'm after him

True, now I'm waitin for departure

Cause I'm never late on arrival

Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o

And I can't forget the glock, cause it's the most reliable

Shit, fuck it, I'ma just take the glock deep

I scoped out his spot, I know where he sleeps

Hot-wired the Thunderbird

I'm headed for the suburbs

Mobbin, doin about a buck fifty

Took the third exit to another part of the city

Now I'm his presence, about to let him have it

Caught him walkin to his car, and now he's in a casket

(Boom-boom!) now they gloom

My strap went boom [3x]

When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed

(Boom-boom!) now they gloom

My strap went boom [3x]

Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

Hm-hm

Mail man needs money, man

F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafucka

Hm-hm, the mail man

Ass-out jungle

Gotta watch your back and play it well

Stay away from fawlty muthafuckas

That's real

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!

(Boom-boom!)

Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!

(Boom-boom!)

Now his ass is doomed

Captain Save A Hoe (Remix) lyrics - E-40 (feat. The Click)

[Hook]

Ah is a, Ah is a

Should I save her (I wanna be saved)

Ah is a, Ah is a

Should I save her (I wanna be saved)

Ah is a, Ah is a

Should I save her (I wanna be saved)

[B-Legit]

It's 1994 and fools need to miss me be savin' these foes

You know how these tricks be, be buyin' em' clothes

Wanna taxi those on vogues with the beat

And have em' sittin' next to em' in the front seat

But not B see I'm a hog up out the V

And my motto is bust a batch and hit the throttle

To the smoke talkin' on my Okie doe

World wide I got a clydes up in Tokoyo

[E-40]

Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane

What's that fool name? (Captain save a hoe main)

More faster than a speeding bullet

To put on his cape and scared

I put the fake the fake the funk the funk

To me that's not the way to do it

Captain mutha-f em' Save a soul came to me

Flexin' just like a little ol' batch

All up in front of my company

Had to check him fast with an ear check dump and pumpin'

Talkin' to him while I'm beatin' him down

Pumpin' fear talkin' bout partner you gone retrospect something here

[Hook]

[D-Shot]

Mr. Super-Snitch, Mr. Super-Trick

Yeah, you wanna kill me cause I tossed ya chick

You should had your cape on tight that night

Cause a brother like the Shot sho plugs em' right

And now yo batch is straight callin me lovin me

On the under for the porno star that I be

And don't you come in my face with that trick shhh

Ya betta try some more shhh

[E-40]

I got the gift to grab any batch

That I want but I don't

Cause batches now a days will get you caught up in some funk

Oh no, I'm not tryin' to save you girls 'n

How come when I was broke you wasn't brown nosin'?

The other day you see me smobbin' down magazine

With some ol' sucker in your car lookin' at me mean

I stopped in the middle of the street

Reached under seat to grab my heat

Man that's the same ol' buster

that I got into it with at the club last week

[B-Legit]

Man them suckers can't fade

They batch made

And so they start

But suckers with no heart

Don't want no part to this

Fool rollin' with the Funk Mobb

And when it's funk

The pump will spit them double laws

So what you doin' when we roll through you hideout

I let my mack get off and then I rides out

With your ass there smokin' like a dope fiend

You savin em' man and that's batch thang

[Hook]

[Suga-T]

I'm lovin' tricks when I'm pimpin'

And even snitches just for my riches

Captain Save Me, it's all good if ya slippin'

It's all good as long as ya payin' yeah

It ain't my fault if you get sprung off my land

I'm takin' GA checks, go to the bank Hank

If ya comin' faulty, you get ganked main

Long as a trick comes fallin' down

That gets me all upset to put on my suit and clown

[E-40]

But make that man take care your kids

Make that fella call your kids his

Make that mark get out there and work

Make him fool buy you a Brinun Burk

It's all part of that sucker take care of me

Crevice whipped fool come save me

Batches out there be on the look out

For Captain save em' though

Cause he's savin though

[Hook]

[Captain Save a Hoe]

Ha ha

Yeah baby, what's up you wanna get your hair done

Come on let's go down to Lee and Kim Nail's

We can get your nails done, get your hair done

What about your kids? How many kids you got? Two?

Ah, yeah that's cool we can go feed and cloth them kids

We can go down and get the hook up at Durant Square

Yeah baby I do anything for ya

Want you phone cranked on, I can get it cranked on to my name

Matter of fact I get you a cellular phone and a pager

We can get that package deal down there at Cellular One

Baby I'm here for you I got you

Federal (1993)

Drought Season lyrics - E-40 (feat. Kaveo)

[E-40]

Yeah E-40 and the muthafuckin c-l-i-c-k in this muthafucka, you know

I got my cousin Kaveo on the muthafuckin side of me

We fin to spit some of this old flamboyant shit, check game-

It's another one of them drought spots, a ha-bin cost is like fuck it

Niggaz taken loses that they can't make up

Gettin gaffled for some of that shit call cake-up

Strechin the crap, making a bad batch

The screen from a trweekers pipe turns black

So they go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin' a fool yellin'

But ya'll know there ain't no refunds in the shit that I'm sellin

Cuz during the drought season niggaz be lookin' for a reason to rush ya

So I suggest you put up your bootsees man and pull out your buckets

[Kaveo]

Here's another part of this shit that a niggaz up lift about the game

The drought season main, cuz this shit here never remains the same

And a brother ain't about to let his muthafuckin capital go mein

So instead he gots to get scandlous

cuz he can't keep up and handle hisbuisness

Like he use to and he ain't really wit being through, get to it dude

Gotta pull a straight come-up, lick

Catchin' muthafuckas outta bounds swerv,

breakin they punk ass leavin scared

Cuz this is the type of shit that occur

so don't get caught loose on perv

[E-40]

I gots meals, wheels, and about 5 thousand dollars worth of bills

Bank account way on the red, fuckin with the highest overhead

Jackin off my money yo ass is out boy and I promise you that

I'm a money hungry muthafucka and I'm so serious about my scratch

So you're best bet is

to check yourself before you wreck yourself punk botch

I gets down and dirty like Dr. Ruth and I put that on the Gooch

Droppin muthafuckas just like a bad habit, Dag nab it

Tricks wanna get outta line I let 'em have it

Now bag it, I gots Ice Cream Candy

and all kinds of things of that flavor

And maybe later I might be willing to go low as long as you buyer before

Cuz I'm the only muthafucka with A-1 Yola,

none of that ol caken with baking soda

It gets released, ceased, and then the prices rises like yeast

Those who gots leftovers will become obese,

triplin' my mail off the triple beam scale

I even got enemies with envy askin' me for yayo

Chorus -

The Drought Season niggaz lookin' for a reason

It's like Thanksgiving without the feast -n [2x]

[Kaveo]

A niggaz tryin to work hard on a meal ticket so I can't stand to be dry

Cuz after the stronger man supply

but in the drought season it's too hard to get by

Niggaz be runnin' off with D gafflin muthafuckas, startin at chances

Cuz a niggaz mail ain't to muthafucka fancy,

rollin around with a duece and a quarter

Can't get caught lose on the border, sittin on them thangs like 40

Stay fuckin with a bitches brain

[E-40]

Can't be affected by the great depression

this country is in a recession, I reckon

So let me give yo ass a funky lesson-

Never let a muthafucka know what you got or what you buyin

It's dem bootsee muthafuckas in your town that's always dyin'

Stay low, play the background, keep your shit on a hush mate

Hit it hard one time and then hibernate

[Kaveo]

Now check game I'm tryin to do my own muthafuckin' thang

but shit just ain't right

For heaters that just got way to tight, Jackin muthafucka's on sight

But I'm a nigga that don't give a fuck

when I'm tryin to get my cashflow up

And render them seasons what ever the reason may be, niggaz comin up

short tye, Gag, Watch em short out from sea,

for sale signs on a nigga's shit

Cuz he ain't got no muthafuckin' D,

sellin' up everything made of material G

The Drought Season

[Chorus]

[E-40]

I'm really not all sure about them thangs that fin to mature

But let me find me a nigga with a grip and hit his ass quick with a lick

What's your definition of a lick?

Takin' a niggas shit

Hey, put that on sumptin

I put that on the click,

if you consider yourself a hustla can't be no busta brown

Stackin mail, straight come upin', when funk come around be down

[Kaveo]

A nigga's gotta have some type of hustle

whether it be sellin' Dank or robbin banks

Snitches can't go to the pen cuz they fuck around and wind up shanked

In the presence of drought season shit gets hectic

niggaz losin they lives when they least expect it

[E-40]

It's E-40 and my cousin Kaveo lettin' muthafuckas know main

Spittin that ol shit that muthafuckas don't understand an

Tardy to the crazy ass game, never gotta be clever

Specially in this type of weather, Ya Know?

The Drought Season

[Chorus (4x)]

Thought he had cane but it was Gold Medal flour

Rat Heads lyrics - E-40

Rat heads get nothin but cheese y'all

(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch) [4x]

[VERSE 1]

Would you look, would you listen

Niggas be snitchin, talkin, rattin

All up in the joint, man, singin, chattin

Talkin all that old really fruitful riff-raff-ass shit, mayn

Speakin on every nigga in the muthafuckin dope game

He's scared like a mice

Po-po's talkin about 25 to life

But real niggas do the time, and pay the price, though

Rat heads give up game to the vice, you know

Trick sap wanna hang hisself like a dick

Just because he got popped with a half a zip

Chow time, niggas rush for the vittles

But rat head wants to the talk to the po-pos

Get me outta here, dude, I'm losin weight stressin

So they offer that man some police protection

He couldn't be from the Hillside or the south

Cause my side of town don't go runnin off at the mouth

Mickey Mouse spilled his guts

He said, "They all drive Chevys and Cuts'"

But they let him out without a doubt

Nothin-ass nigga, he straight ratted us out

[VERSE 2]

But since he sang such a good song

The pigs even gave his ass a ride home

The blind mice couldn't read braille

They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over Vallejo

Popo's gives up no slack, all through the dope tracks

Lettin this shit really be known, jack

To get a bit too far, kind of ridiculously

Handed the rat some money, and said, "Nnow you work for me"

He was all for the scratch, see, and just like a batch, gee

The nigga played the role of a pussy

Little old peck, crevas-faced faggot

Nigga sold out, and now he wears a snitch jacket

On the turf they wants to get with his p.g.

But it'll draw too much heat, so they wait patiently

He won't be seen no time soon

Cause in the V-Town he's doomed

Packed up and straight cut to susun

Got in the grill with all the hoods and thugs

Expressin, "I'm from the V-Town, duke 707"

Niggas and bitches was trippin and shit, havin a fit

He said, "I even know E-40 and the fuckin Click"

They damn near shitted, boss

Not knownin that the nigga was lyin his ass off

Meanwhile, back in Vallejo

Brothers gettin knocked for possession of sale

The other races get away clean, brother

But niggas, we always gotta rat on each other

[VERSE 3]

A party jumps off on Blueberg Street

Vallejo niggas in that muthafucka hella deep

No funk, no static, nobody's thinkin about a war

We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes galore

Baththub full of liqor and wine

M.D. 20/20, Ever Clear, and Rossi wine

All the danksters gather up

They play the five second game. hold it in, and get stupid stuck

Hoes gettin poked in the backroom

Fools goin home smellin like perfume

Nothin but ballers from different towns

A house full of Nino Browns

Shootin pool, playin craps and dominos

Niggas jackin off decks and five point o's

It's all good, cause nobody gives a fuck

But look who pops up

(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch)

Vallejo niggas yelled out (Snitch!)

Mobbed his ass, beat him down to the dirt

And straight went bezerk

Federal lyrics - E-40

[E-40]

Don't cha' know...

Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back

Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,

Fuckin' em' like that therapy, don't cha' know

Fuckin' em' like that there beats, don't cha' know

Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back

Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,

Fuckin' em' like that therapy

Fuckin' em' like that there beats, I'm just a hustler

[Verse 1]

I'm goin' federal, justice ain't no damn miracle

Fuckin' em' up like that, puttin' in work something terrible

So before you mention to step to me

You better get up on my history

I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-B-O-Y-A-N-T

Killin' motherfuckers off crucial

Sittin' em' down mutual

Spittin' that ol' playa, gangsta shit

Tryin' to maintain a strong grip

V-Town, California where I was born and raised since

1979 I been a hustler on the go

Pop-pos wanna harass

Me and my Keesh I needed cash

Rocks wasn't groovin' at the time

So way we got out money was cuttin' grass

Leader not a follower, became a Hill-Side baller

Put together a group called the C-L-I-C-K

And I was the shot caller, I'm goin' federal

[E-40]

I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know

I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know

[B-Legit]

Why don't cha' get up on this mic

And spit some of that ol' gangsta shit back at em' man, would ya

[Verse 2]

I'm on the last nickels, they only made like four of

Front-row seats at the fights

Takin' long, expensive flights

I love playin' hully-gully

Cause I ain't nothin' nice on them dice

So before you gamble against a hustler, I advise you to think twice

Napoleon, macaroni, we serve hot-bellied pig

96, 6 big screen television I bought for my kid

Livin' kind of comfortable

40 comin through with the real number

From blocks and blocks away you can here the boom, blam, bumble

Full tank of petro, up the metro, I'm like federal

Hoes wanna get sexual cause they see me on a pedastal

Nibblin' on my jock, like my big, ol' black tool is edible

Tellin' you man these heifers now days is incredible

Dishin' them one time scouts

Through dark alleys, takin' other routes

Hoppin' over barb-wire fences, ditches, puddles, crickets

Mobbin' and squadin' hoggin' and guardin' bitches, check it out

Takin' and shapin' and makin' a bunch of riches

Yeah man, you can call me federal

[B-Legit]

Yeah man, these motherfucker be ridin' around here

In these bootsy ass cars and what not man

Takin' these penitentiary chances

And they ain't even got they grin on

Ya aughta be like my boy 40, while he Mr. Flamboyant

[Verse 3]

I got boys from my team with the up-most respect for me

For-real lunatics that's willin' to kill for me

Way too much love in my organization, I can't afford to take no loss

MC's be seelin' them wolf tickets, but I be serious as fuck boss

It's all part of the rap game and that's the way it should be goin'

E-40 tellin' em' like it is, shootin' the gift that I be flowin'

Might as well go on and admit it, it's who you know

Not how damn good you are

Everybody and their mama wanna rap fast but I'm the superstar

E-40 why don't you slow it up a lil' something and go and speak on it

Man I just be spittin' this shit to keep these suckers timid

Well what about them ones that don't be recognizin' ya game

Must be stuck on something either that or they're lame

Funny style pop or rock, naw that ain't my forte`

I'm sellin' a bunch of units underground without any airplay

Folks be wantin' to hear this type of shit when they roll

Man I'll never sell my soul

Motherfuckers you didn't know, I'm federal

[B-Legit]

Uh, E, you still fuckin' em up like, E

It's been like three years in this motherfucker

[E-40]

Hell yeah, you know a hog like me had to put the peas in the pod

Let these motherfuckers know what's goin' down in the rap game

You know what I'm sayin' (Yeah)

I'm a money-hungry motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin'

All about my scratch, artillery, fire arms and gats and shit

[B-Legit]

You know like that, that's right

But you know it's still some folks out there

That try to put bad names out there for you and what not

What cha' gotta say about that, to those type of niggas

[E-40]

Oh, you know what I'm sayin' I got some good shit for them

You know what I'm sayin

I'll just get to spittin that ol' shit for they ass

Then I'll just come through with some mo' shit like this here

Ya want me to drop that shit (Drop that shit) check it out

[E-40]

You can't stop me man

I'm takin' money to the bank

Didn't have to pull no licks

Cause I'm makin' hits

You can't stop me man

I'm takin' money to the bank

Didn't have to pull no licks

Cause I'm makin' hits, ha

[E-40]

40, I'm goin' federal

Young Bucksy, he's goin' federal

Suga-T, she's goin' federal

Now D-Shot, he's goin' federal

Little Booch, he's goin' federal

Levitti, he's goin' federal

The Head Point, he's goin' federal

Studio Time, he's goin' federal

Can't forget Legit, he's goin' federal

The whole damn Click, is goin' federal

Celly Cel, he's goin' federal

Cavio, he's goin' federal

Def Daddy, he's goin' federal

Rap Dogg, he's goin' federal

Mr. Flamboyant, oh right that's me

California livin', can't fuck with me

Yeah motherfucker, that's what's really goin' on

Outsmart The Po Po's lyrics - E-40 (feat. B-Legit)

(Yawn) (burp)

It's 9 AM (fuck) time for a poisima,

life at incent, sit on the toiletsump

The Rossi got me smellin like I'm dead inside (sniff)

I'm stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin' to hide

I gotta go, flush the cumode, k ,

threw on the same damn clothes I woreyesterday

Me got some niggaz come down from outta town see

They want to meet me half way at the Nut Tree

But I'm starvin' so I'm Chargin'

15-5 for the Margerine, A-1 Yola tightly packed,

17-5 for the coochierack

Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milameter bereta

The broad that be holdin' my D she love me,

long as I keep dickin her down properly

Sittin low in my cut not like a failure,

in front of baby's house

straight talkin on a cellular

Bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake,

with the gypsyness before it's too late

Penitentury time drastic, here she come with a Kilo in a baby basket

Gotta play your cards right, game tight,

can't be slippin in the 90's, damn right

[Chorus]

Outsmart the Po Po,

known to the marks as the don't knows,

you gotta

I wear street clothes

pants be saggin', I'm not bootsee

and I don't drive a dope wagon

Huh, Got a grip and I don't be braggin,

can't be laggin', gotta keep stackin' (yeah)

I keeps me a strap in case ah, I gots to shoot a simp in his face ah,

It's better to be got with then without,

Jealous muthafuckas would love it if they heard that I was tweakin' out

Seniors in the summertime, ralleys in the winter (yeah)

Ridin' with a light skinned big booty tender

Harass them muthafuckas on gold shoes,

tryin' to put a stop on my revenues

The Po Po I dislike em (hate em)

Crooked ass cops will make you vital

But you know that I know the Po Po

would love for a nigga to even attempt to act black

That's why you gotta-

[Chorus]

[B-Legit]

It's Saturday night and to the night club

I got the Tanqueray, juice, and the Green Bud

Tacked on the freeway doin' fifty ya'll,

a brand new thang lookin nifty ya'll

I open the juice and then I take some swallows (yeah)

And the muthafuckin Gin to the same bottle (that's right)

Roll me a splift and put the ounce in the back (then what)

I keep it the trunk right next to the Gat (what they do doe)

Po Po jacked but can't fuck with me (what you got?)

an open juice bottle and a little ol' doobie (what they got to kiss?)

Cops better kiss my ass for a nigga like Legitament to blast

[Chorus]

Hide 'n' Seek lyrics - E-40

[E-40]

I'm in some deep shit, I got some niggas from another click

On that ass trying to run me off a fuckin cliff

What should I do? Where should go?

How could I fake 'em?

Bust a bitch on that ass and try and shake em and bake em

Full speed ahead, I know they want my ass dead

Still on my bumper, makes a motherfucker wonder

All the dirt that I did, should just let them get me

Maybe its because I killed Rodney and his whole family

Revenge, I see my life flashing, niggas blasting

Brothas passing, trying to make me stay crashing

Into the rocks beside me, fucking up the traffic

17th in a Malibu Chevy classic

But I'm nothing humble, just call me Yapeez Pasano

Full tank of petro, mobbin through the fucking tunnel

Shit it's bright, I think I see some daylight

Over the night, you should have seen a brothas sides right

Fit the corners on two shoes, I'm holly G

Wrapping my shit around a fifty foot oak tree

Got out the car, seeing stars, I wasn't lagging

Ran out and hid behind a beat up station wagon

[Hook]

You've never seen a bitch nigga run so fast

[E-40]

Bouncing, sneaking, and peaking, hitting bushes and shit

Never saw, like you did in that movie clip

Steady busting, these motherfuckers ain't bluffing

I'm hauling ass and renting bullets, constantly cussing

Scared as fuck, I wasn't trying to act hard

Thumbs up, and ran in a back yard

Just as I was hoping the sliding door was wide open

Out of breath, I locked the door and started talking

I need some help, I gotta bounce, someone's after me

Please don't panic, I need your help drasticly

I'm not a G, a killer, or a rapist

I'm just a ordinary black man trying to make this

Busting my bubble, the couple didn't even freak

They said relax, I'll make some coffee, have a seat

The man said, whats your name bro

Shit I don't know, you might decide to call the po-po

He said that ain't my thang, I used to be a leader of a gang

Shot twice in my chest

I got wounds, where I've been stabbed

He took off his shirt and showed my his scab

I said damn partner, how the fuck you survive some shit like that

Like that there without going into a coma

He said the Lord spared my life

So I could talk to people like you and teach them right

I was a dope pusher, big time drug abuser

Alcoholic, dog blumer, but a shooter

All together working from the floor

I said I better twist so I can call her

Now I'm reached from coast to coast

Said to saved from the holy ghost

I know you think your trapping

But let me pray for you junior and see what happens

Carlos Rossi lyrics - E-40 (feat. B-Legit)

[B-Legit]

What's up fool, I got like 3 buck on the Rossi

Let's go get perved

[E-40]

You don't wanna get perved, nigga

You don't wanna fuck wit this Rossi shit

[...]

Man, don't forget the ice man

[E-40]

Oh, you want something to

O.K.

[Chorus]

Top of the line wine, Carlos Rossi

Drinkin' on some of of that top of the line wine, Carlos Rossi

[E-40]

Top of the line wine Carlos Rossi, man

I drinks it all the time it's extra satisfying

Three of four times a day you can catch me drivin

Back and forth to the liquor store buyin

Jugs and jugs of tha shit cause I'm addicted wit no denying

Perving, swervin rannin all into the fuckin curb and

If I get one more D.U.I. then it's curtains

I can't cope, I guess I'm a alcoholic sometimes I hit the chronic

It's just like gin and tonic when it's time to get erotic

5.99 for a big ass bottle of Rossi wine it's right on time

Once you become a member of my drinkin' club you will find

The key to set ya free so give it a try

But don't mistake it for Chablis unless you already high

Spread the word get sprung and drink it with ya down chromes

That's another word for sohobs, potna, folks, homies

Every motherfuckin' year

We do this shit every other fuckin' day if not every day

But anyway I want

[Chorus]

[B-Legit]

Hocus motherfuckin' Pocus

The top of the line wine, yeah nigga that's the dopest

And if you in The Click, them motherfuckers notice

that we be downin jugs from the tallest to the shortest

Everywhere I go, people wants to know

What's the name of that shit you and the Click be like fuckin' wit

I keeps it on a hunch on the ... cause brother I be perved

Fuckin' wit some shit that will send you to the curb

And if you wit a bitch, then nigga you nice

Cause Rossi goes good wit some dank over ice

Take her to the telly let the wine fill her belly

Fired up some smelly then ya jammin' like jelly

Bust a couple of nuts, hit the butt and than the grill

Dick hard like I did time up in Vacaville

But still I be bossy

[E-40]

What you fuckin' wit though?

[B-Legit]

Fuck wit some of that top of the line wine

[E-40]

Yeah nigga

[B-Legit]

Carlos Rossi

[Chorus]

[E-40]

Sunny day, sky blue, shit, I think Imma barbecue

Let me get my ass up outta bed and call up the whole motherfuckin' crew

Ray you bring the chicken, Kaveo you bring the links

Mugzy you bring the hamburger meat and I'll supply the drinks

Shit it's good to be on damn it

I got Suga-T in the house whippin' up some potatoe salad

4 slabs of ribs up in the refrigerator marinatin'

Bring home the .. I got tha .. and I can't be waitin'

Well, what do you know, though the door comes Kaveo

[Kaveo]

You know!

[E-40]

Mugzy and Tap that ass, T-Pup and Hell and Moe

Thick ass niggas like B-Legit and E-Duece

.... Mac Shawn, Mac D-Shot and Little Bruce

The man behind the counter of the liqourstore loves me

Be ... and ready to hug me

On the strength that I done spend

Over a G within a week on the Carlos Rossi

Let Him Have It lyrics - E-40

[E-40]

I never stayed my ass home I always thought that I was grown

In the traffic I was gone you see my head was made of stone

Got a problem with me?

Then feel free muthafucka Don't be talkin under yo breath

Cuz that might be the cause of your death

Cuz I'ma quick to stop a nigga in his tracks main

So lets get this shit out in the open

I used to like to go from the shoulders get em up, one on ones

Now it's a whole different ball game niggas that carry guns

A sucka will kill you first, and you will be layin in the hurst

Takin a deep ass sleep knowin it wasn't worth

Provin you wasn't a punk

Niggas don't want to thump

Niggas just want to funk and shot up a niggas trunk

I met a bitch last week at the Orgen Room

Bought her a drink and said "whats up on the telly room?"

Just then I felt some trouble kickin in

Spotted her X-boyfriend who had just got out the pen

Muthafuckas get to baulkin when the liquors talkin

Drunk muthafucka step on my toe and kept on walkin

I said "what's up with ya potna, say excuse me or somethin"

He turned around looked at me and started mean muggin

I guess he thought he pumped fear until I said

"Nigga don't you know I'll have you touchin everything in here"

He went for his pistol and didn't know I was strapin

Dag nab it, I had to let him have it

What type of nigga did he think you was E?

I know he didn't think that you were some kind of peanut or somethin.

He must of been retarded to the fact that you get a thrill out of killin

Now tell me somethin' why do muthafuckas wait till that nigga commits

himself to realize that a hillside hillbilly is the wrong type of

nigga to Fuck with? E do you feel me?

Yeah I feel ya sahob

Well lets take it to the next page then

Oh you mean that part about the dungeon?

You Knoowww!!!

The next morning, I'm sittin in the dungeon-wonderin

Should I be dissed nope I did it in self defense

I wasn't twisted, I hadn't even started yet

It happened to fast before someone could stop me

I wish I had some DANK WEED

While I wait out these 24 more hours before I plead

Freedom I'm gonna miss ya (I wish I had some dice)

Made me some dice out of some water and toilet tissue

Now this the part thats fucked up

I walks into the dayroom manner room what the fuck

I never thought that I would straight make ah

The front page of the newspaper

Shut up a do wop, shut up a do wop

Man they bout to send me up state ah

Talking that shit about makin me a muthafuckin faggot

I make a shank outta plastic and let a nigga have it

That's whats really goin down

Cuz when a muthafuckas down for the count

You gotta be about it or be without it

Cuz what a muthafucka once told me see a mark sleep

Leave him sleep in the middle of the street

If you can't stand the heat stay up out the kitchen

Now I'm still in the county's face

Fighting this funky ass 187 case

Shoot me a kite that's a good way to mingle

I'll be in this bitch eatin' shit on the fuckin shingle

Gettin big as a house- bulkin up

400 club waiting for the Mercedes deep roll it up

My dream came true after almost 2 years of incareration

Now I'm out drinkin brew Havin fun with my folks

Lovin' everybody gettin twisted and crackin jokes

Huggin anybody cryin

I missed every nigga in my click and I ain't lyin

We bones out to a party

I'm on P-role but what can I say

I can't let em know I'm stuck

I roast bitches but I'm not a damn peanut

Now I'm at the party thought I wasn't

Dancin' with the dead niggas fine ass cousin

I wonder if she thinkin' my my my

The bitch been lovin me ever since Hogan High

She had some hard ass cousins that wasn't wit it

They went out they way to make sure that I didn't get it

But now tricks is for kids silly rabbit

I had to let em have

Muthafucka!

Muthafucka!

Mutha-Mutha-Mutha-Muthafucka!

Muthafucka!

Muthafuck-Muthafucka!

Questions lyrics - E-40 (feat. Droop-E)

[E] C'mon tiger, I'm finna take you to school

[E] Up - put your seat belt on!

[D] Dad are you a hustler?

[E] I guess you can say that, hustlin these records and tapes

[D] Where you get all these revenues?

[E] Hmm~! Down and dirty about my scratch

[D] And dad, why you always mean muggin?

[E] I'm just tired of being stepped on son

[D] Dad are you a gangster?

[E] I don't know, some people seem to think so~!

[D] Why you always carry that big ol' gat?

[E] Cause I'd rather be caught with than without

[D] Dad - tell me why you killed that man! [echoes]

Extra Manish lyrics - E-40 (feat. Young Mugzy)

[E-40]

I'm a little mannish muthafucka

I take after my older brother

Started off selling marijuana but now I'm selling yola

Shit was gettin hella funky at first

when a nigga was stealin a bitches purse

Ended up gettin kicked out of every Vallejo school

they clocked me like a circus

I was the little mannish motherfucker showing off in the back of the church

My momma was quick to hit me with a switch and I say "that hurts"

Get to the house, go to my room and talk some trash

I never believed a hard head made a soft ass

Cuz I be moving fast and I'd be tryin to stash

Beat up the pizza man and then I straight dashed

Disobidient sport cut my days short

My momma got tired of takin' my ass back and forth ta court

I said "momma I'ma straighten up for you and I promise I won't warrant"

Got me a job as a paper boy

21 dollars a month

5 o'clock in the morning

Damn I'm slavin' for the fucking white man

21 dollars might buy me some ??(poor carpet chicken george)

I'm tired of muthafuckas fuckin over me

How can I find a way to make some real money?

But you don't feel me

I was tired of being broke lookin coked down

Came up off a twenty dollar put me down

Next thing you know I was up to about a quarter of a ki' rollin

Niggaz was trippin' off me cuz I was a young muthafucka ballin'

Gettin my fetti on but when there was funk I had to starve

Time to fetch the choppers and bring out the U-hauls

Extra mannish

I make you vanish

I play for keep

Investigate that ass till they find out where you sleep

Muthafucka it's commakausi

Don't even try me ahh

I bars none you best believe that I'ma bring me ah

Fully automatic Tommy with the infared say I'm sorry

Before I pump your ass full of lead and dump the body

Extra mannish, that's what people be calling me

Oh we can be cool until you get to threatening me

I loose my temper and shit my eyes turn red

Blow my top and get real hot at the head

I guess I'm a failure, I gots no future in my front

All I'm able to do is sell dope and hit the blunt

Don't ask me why Sometimes I go to church and testify

The preacher preaches and I be dang near ready to cry

Repute the devil

I got to get out of the ghetto freak

Sometimes I wonder if mommy and daddy really payin me

Who would ever thought that a nigga like me

would become such a bad ass youngster

My mommy and daddy done fucked around and created a damn monster

Why couldn't I wait till I was bigger

before I started drinking malt liquor

I guess I was a nappy headed stubborn little mannish ass nigga

[Mugzy]

Guess who comes through, comes through

It's me the Y-O-U-N-G

M-U-G-Z

I'm just as mannish as I wanna be I pack a 30-30

Niggas wanna blast me because I'm down and dirty

Extra mannish how I'm livin and I'm fuckin my neighbors bitch an

She lovin' every minute of the dick that I be givin

Bitches on my jock , Bitches on my jock

Suckas on the block know I got a glock

Bini caps, B-coats and all of that

I'm beatin niggas down with a baseball bat

I'm havin revenues I'm gettin paid fool

A ghetto muthafucka with an attitude

S-I-C-K W-I-D I-T

It's young mugzy and E-40

It's explains why it's hard for us blacks and hispanics

And why we turned extra mannish

Nuttin Ass Nigga lyrics - E-40

I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches, I figure it takes

About a million or 500.000 tapes

To become officially gold or platinum status

That's why I'm always at this

Practise, in and out tha studio 24-7

My occupation, this is how I make my livin'

I get harrassed mostly everywhere I go

Can do my thing without a motherfuckin' popo

All up in my mix, cause I'm tryin' to maintain

And get a grip light weight fame

Born and raised in tha valley south Vallejo

The northern part of Cali, 'bout my mail

Struggle and strive all my life in a world of grief

Sucker motherfuckers wanna knock me of my feet

But Imma keep on steppin' and gettin' bigger

I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga

I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches

Not to long ago I'm off to the bank to cash my cheque

The lady teller wouldn't give me no damn respect

She started acting hella snotty, kinda prejudiced

I guess she didn't like the way that a nigga was dressed

Before I could even get my foot in the door, right

The bitch already had a brother like me stereo-typed

Ready to push the button with no delay

I said wait a minute, baby, you mistakin' me for Andre

I'm not a ... rat head wanna be

I wouldn't rob a fuckin' bank for publicity

I get it honestly, legally so have no fear

I make more in a week than you do in a year

Straight out tha geto, hillside resident

Sick wid it records and tapes, and I'm the president

So don't go thinkin' that every brother is out to get ya

I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga

I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches

Sometimes my language is vulgar, lotsa profanity

I try not to trip when kids parents be sweating me

18 and over, that's what you gotta be

To purchase my tape and make sure you got I.D.

That's all I can say so mommy and daddy need to peep

It ain't my fault the kids dump it off the streets

They hear it at school, walkin' home and everywhere they go

And most of the violence come from movies on HBO

The shit that I be spittin' is real cause I'm real see

I'm out to make a meal, do you feel me

Holdin' my own cause I'm grown and intelligent

Try to knock my hustle? That shit is irrelevant

I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches

E-40 other songs:

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

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