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E-40 - All Tha Time

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E-40  Uhhhh.. UHHHH.. UHHHH! Ah? Ah?

B-Legit You got Moesha E?
E-40  All Tha Time B
   You got your indonesia B?
B-Legit All Tha Time E
   You got the street sweeper broom?
E-40  All Tha Time B
   You got your chronic there too?
B-Legit All Tha Time!

E-40
Might not know how to read and right, but I do know Arm &amp; Hammer
If the screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black, that means it's bamma
If it's too many seeds in your weed, then chop em down
If your bud gets bogus, then run his as* out of town
I'm on the Carquinez Bridge, terminal three, quarter after seven
Pockets full of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine revvin
Smebbin, talkin hella s**t to the cashier
Pi-pi's get right behind me askin me how much I been had to drink
and I said, "A beer"
Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin drunk
Let's see I done hit one, two, three ain't no tellin how many skunk
In and out of the holdin cell, blood alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer

B-Legit
I been in it, all around it, co-founded
Did it when I done it, I musta been blunted
Ninety-six hundred for the two P's
I let the homie K-One run through these
Places that I roam I let the hubs alone
I wonder if they're trippin at Nextel phones
A bad motherfker for the butter n grits
and you   need to know this s**t

E-40
I got the turf on lock, twenty-six block
One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by eight o'clock
Organized crime b*tch, all the time b*tch
Get off his d*ck and get on mine b*tch

B-Legit
I be smokin like a broke-down Coupe DeVille
Poppin them generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't hold me, and neither could y'all
b*tch me and my Click is off the wall

E-40
I fks with everybody to somebody, major factors
To   if you can't understand this s**t
then nigg* you must got your mask on backwards

B-Legit
Tiptoeing through the hood nigg*, is no good nigg*
Gotta have a pass, so we get that ass

B-Legit
Now the parties don't start until we walk in
Drunk off that gin, down to check yo' chin
I'm a mannish motherfker with the chips and bread
and enough, to have your head kind of tough
Bluffin don't exist, we pull the whole cards
Tail between the legs when you walk in the yard
So if you hard, and wanna stay that way
You better watch what the fk you play

E-40
Check it out
It's bring yo' own bottle, cause I be likin
to get to perkin somethin awful
and compute that motherfker slurrin
talkin crazy to girls, weeble-wobblin
Burpin, gurgin, stomach growlin off the hinges
Lurkin, torqin my stay highs with Red Ledges
I'm tryin to get that fast quarter, fk a slow nickel
Run a smooth as* operation without gettin caught in the pickle
Take my cool as* on a vacation that maybe someday stop
Buy me an empty commercial lot
and turn it into a car wax wash and detail shop