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E-40
Remix!
Ay man, Ay its by popular demand pimp
I need a fix man
They demandin a remix man
( a remix pimp )
Its confirmed like a Don King perm
You got ya boy E-40
You got Kanye West Man
You Got Game!
Chorus
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
E-40
This bourbon and Carlos Rossi
Got me feelin like the man of steel
Extreme hyphy energy drink
Spinning steering wheel
Mardi gras beads around my neck
Invisible sets, pull-outs
Diamonds in my mouth
Rally stripes, muscle cars
Vans and campers
My dude got handlebars
Get out yo cameras
Put the tarp down, break out the crates
We on the soil ice skatin
Doin figure 8's
The king of slang
They call me Ebonice
Bout to get stupid and dumd
Like jasox and mantronics
(Dumb dumb dumb dumb)
Hear me out
The first muth*fka to even speak about a drought
40 a fool i heard he growin out his hair
Swear? yea he takin it there
Uuuhhh
It's party music
Get used to it
The hyphy movement
Chorus
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Who you know that could get Kanye West on the remix?
Ay Yay. You know they love you in the Yay boy. Speak on it.
Kanye West
Ay
Ay
Ay pimp, its Yay pimp
40 told me they fk wiht me in the bay pimp
So imma, ride down wit my doors open yea
Thats the way to get the hoes open
High heel stilletos wit the toes open yea
And any haters get they nose broken
Now tell me when to go
Tell me where da hoes
You told me it was cold
Now you act like you dont know
Like
Umm
Umm
Imma hit the liquor store
I might be on the low
I might have my hoody on
And if you call out my name then you know they gon go
(dumb)
Ya fkin up my mode mayne
I told you only call me by my code name
They already recognize me from my gold chain
The same one I Keisha Cole mayne
Now go dumb
Like Cole
On Martin
Im retarted
Ayyy
Chorus
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
(The Game)
Yo I get hyphy
In Bays, All-Stars
Addidas, Hurricanes, Timberlands and Nikes
I'm so Hyphy
sn*tch up wifeys
Got half the in the NBA tryin to fight me
I put down the ball
picked up the tech
I'm nice around mikes like Ron Artest
Play better for the west
40 Water I'm on one
Jesus had dreads so fk it I'ma
Then I'ma shake my s**t
after that have a b*tch braid my s**t
Chop it off and fade my s**t
If L.A. is back that mean the Bay is back
Then the top on the CLK is back
I get dumb,dumb
Wit da windows tinted
Cops pull da Benz over
And ain't nobody in it
Ghost ride the whip
Ghost ride yo s**t
And when i get writer's blok I ghostride ya b*tch
It go front, back then i pull in out
Now gas break da car peelin now
First Master P, then Pac, then I came for the Bay
Don't do it for me nigg* do it for Mac Dre
Chorus
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
