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(feat. Turf Talk)
Turf Talk + (E-40)
d*mn nigg*, ay where Mikey at mayne?
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink nigg*?
Whassup cousin? (Whassup tyc00n, what's goin on?)
It's your young nephew Turkey mayne
(What is it boy? What's goin on family?)
There's a lot of s**t that need to be said big cousin
(Talk to me, I'll talk back)
First of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be fked with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in this motherfker (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It nigg* (now) been runnin this s**t
E-40
Look out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut bezel
I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a fortune cookie
Since I signed with BME every promoter
and every agency in the industry been tryin to book me
Mackin-ass 40, what that do?
Sometimes me, always you
Man you a real-ass nigg*, man you a boss
If I had yo' hand I woulda been done cut mine off
A cult following, hustlers they love me
Kill a tree and put a rock in the hospital over me
If you see me up in the mountains with a lion, I ain't lyin
nigg* don't help me, my nigg* help the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas revinue thousand dollar stacks
Turn a couple of ki's into a couple hundred racks
The main drag, the soil, the blacktop
The gravel, the D-spot, we open like IHOP
Turf Talk
Yea mayne! These motherfkers know!
nigg* this is big 40-Water motherfker!
The ambassador of the Bay nigg*!
nigg* we stay eatin over here motherfker!
You need to step your motherfkin weight up nigg*
Sick Wid It, BME motherfker
E-40
Look out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got that work
fk e'rybody else, I got myself on my shirt
Better hurry up and come and get 'em we got the lowest rates
I'm tellin you pimpin cause they goin like hotcakes
Cops come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet
Throw it in the battery acid and then destroy it
Pay attention and learn, while I teach you how to grit and grind
Fifteen five? All the time (cool)
These square-ass rappers, they get a few bucks
Then they, lose contact get out of touch
With the, with the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets
Off the leash, we thirsty we hungry we beasts
Look out, watch out, here come the jumpout
Hide your dope in your an*s, and put the weed out
'Fore they beat us and choke us and take our funds
And shoot us with them tazer guns
Turf Talk
You 'll get your motherfkin head knocked off fkin with us boy
nigg* we been doin this s**t nigg*
need to bow the fk down and pay homage nigg*
been stealin our s**t for years 40!
brave to talk around these motherfkers, WATER!
E-40
The whole enchilada, the whole taco
Motherfker I'm a capo!
Play with hundred round drums
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy nigg*, watch every penny that I spend
Go to any hood in the world and fit right in
A young nigg*, with an old soul
A busy nigg*, put the President on hold
Ride Vogues, 26 inch toes
Got the inside of the laws smokin like broke stogs
You can find me in the mall, buyin up all the clothes
Or in A-T-L or Club 112, throwin them 'bows
Left and right arms froze, cold like the ice from the cooler
Just left the jeweler, rose gold, Frank Mueller
I smoke big, growin weed in my garage
Police roll up, I got a cannabis card
Turf Talk
Wait wait wait! Money.. power and respect motherfker
40 told you mayne! We hongry nigg*!
We eat soup with a fork around this b*tch mayne!
Knahmean? Step your motherfkin weight up nigg*
You pockets is touchin motherfker
You starvin! laughter
