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(E-40)
Ah fk it
Ah y'all got your nigg* E-40 in this motherfker
I buzz I put a step in
(G-Nut)
Kickin it in the Fac house motherfker
(E-40)
Ay, G-Nut, Spice, Xtra-Large
(G-Nut)
Let em have it
(Spice-1)
Went out the house I think it was a Sunday
nigg* was runnin with drop top drop havin a fun-day
Kickin it with my up on the block
talkin s**t drinkin "Crooked Eye"
I got the fat head rush from the chocolate Thai
I'm feelin good I wanna kick it and hang out
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fk is my problem nigg*?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip, load the clip, put the joint to my lip
Get the motherfkin forty take a real as* nigg* hit
I'm sittin on my gat thinkin s**t is cool
Some roll up in an old school
I ain't trippin, ay ' you know this nigg*'s face
I heard the motherfkin bass
of a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Musty dead bodies and a catty bump, trump
Smellin up the neighborhood lyin in the bushes
Somebody had mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
(E-40)
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Spice-1, you know some hoes gonna go boy
Look here ay look here
They got schemes and scandals out there right?
When that funk is on this here
Check fan, the motherfker gotta be about
As greasy as gravy in order to maintain
So society is a motherfker ain't it?
Ay, whatta bout those on your d*ck nigg*?
Ice spit some s**t about that s**t nigg*
(Spice-1)
Get off my d*ck nigg* get your own motherfkers
steady mobbin gaffle the motherfkers cause my jobbing
Shootin up motherfkers was my hobby
Stop the tech-eleven on two-eleven I did a robbery
Shot the mothefker is grenades that I'll be livin
Lowin the motherfkers like a new pair of Levi's and
Used to think the cops were so motherfkin friendly
Till they tied my cousin to a chair and broke his chin '
My homies motherfkin head like a melon
Slavery is (?????) of convicted felon
So dear Mr. Officer of the motherfkin law
Rodney Kind don't need a trial what was seen was what was saw
You could take the up out the motherfkin ghetto
But you can't take the ghetto up out the motherfkin
Can't you hear the voice of the comin at cha?
fk you Mr. President I think I wanna gat ya
I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the piles
(E-40)
I can't get enough, good, good
Good s**t motherfker good s**t
I think I'm a little jet drunk motherfk
Ay, look here ay I'm off this Liquorice Rainall boy
You understand that don't ya
Huh, you feel it
Ay, ay look here nigg*, ay
What I want you to do boy, drop that ill s**t
(Spice-1)
I'll make this gat sing like motherfkin Mary J. Blige
And reminisce on havin a nigg*'s last breath when he slowly die
Stang his as* in the chest with the hollow
Capped him in his thr-thr-throat so he can't sw*llow
R-a-rat t-a-tat put a buck in y'all
The motherfkin six-foot chucky dog
Comin to play with the trigger of the AK
Another real as* nigg* from the East Bay
?W-E-L-L-T-E-P-R-O-O-F?
For the who kid yourself by losin your fkin death
Bloaw! Bloaw!
Cap, we do it just like that
Quick to put a motherfker brains in his lap
Smokin up a blunt as I reminisce
of blood body bags a motherfker going nutty
Bloaw! Bloaw!
Po' bust a knowledge route
Brown, notify his family, fk it, send his fingers home
Cause the s**t get major, put the ?Montgomery? number upon his pager
b*tch don't fk with me
I know a gang of that will shoot it up with me
I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
(E-40)
It's the S-P-I-C-E with ya nigg* E-40 (Erick Sermon)
Roll in to the curb and die
These motherfkers don't understand this s**t boy
This s**t is so d*mn real man
Ay, nineteen ninety-tre-four-five
Ay, I got one of them
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers