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Download My Ghetto Report Card album lyrics
Yay Area lyrics
[Verse 1]
Heavyweight, a vet not an amateur (What else?)
Looted up, I pushed pies like moon calendar (What you gonna do?)
Shoot it up if I must, take over shop
Get out the car and walk, sneak up on partner and do a dome-shot
Ka-pow, ka-pow, ka-pow, ka-pow, oooh
Then I blend into the crowd
... Hang with a bunch of hotheads, super hyphy and wild
Tell your batch to stop asking about a player
Get quiet about a player, can’t fuck her right now, later
I’m busy getting my paper and riding around in my scraper
Interacting, networking and campaigning like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Like McCormick’s, I’m seasoned, I run my reason (You run your reason)
Y’all think I’m starving, hell naw nigga, I’m eating (We eating)
They barking like Dino, lying and cheating
Keep jacking my lingo, one of these rappers gone end up leaking
[Hook] x4
Yay Area!!
Like that, tell the people that 40 Water is back
[Verse 2]
We be to rap, what key be to lock (Key be to lock)
Cut a quarter or two and bend the block (Bend the block)
The West aint been the same without Pac
So I, guess it’s up to E-40 and Rick Rock, oooh
... Stunting... You hear 40 new shit, he on there coming
You hear 40 new shit, he on there dumping
Be all the woman talk about, that nigga something, oooh (Where you born at?)
Born and raised in the Yay (Uh huh)
Got some folks in Lumpockets, Skeleton Bay
... Kilo grams I had to measure, finger on my heckler
Having more paper... than a paper shredder, oooh
Tycoon till I fall (Till I fall)... I don’t sound like none of y’all (none of y’all)
You getting independent scratch (Uh huh)... Just remember the nigga that taught you that
[Hook] x4
Yay Area!!
Like that, tell the people that 40 Water is back
[Verse 3]
Oooh, (Who you loyal to?) Loyal to my soil
Never leave the pound without my blessing oil (Uh huh)
Cuz I surround myself with felons (What they do?)
Pop inner-tubes and bust melons, oooh
... Hustlers... On the look-out for the racket-busters... On the look-out for the fools
The racket-busters mean them people, them folks, them undercovers
Never tell a batch what you up to (What she might do?)
Cuz one day she might tell on you (And what else?)
And you’ll be sitting in the can (While she what?)
While she fucking on your friends (Uh huh)
Spending all your yaper (What else pimp?)
Riding round in your scraper (What she giving?)
... Giving brains (Uh huh), all the hood homies run the choo-choo train
[Hook] x4
Yay Area!!
Like that, tell the people that 40 Water is back
Tell Me When To Go Ft. Keak Da lyrics
[Keak Da Sneak] Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak] Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak]
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak] Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak] Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
[E-40]
Ooh. Jesus Christ had dreads, so shake em
I aint got none, but I'm planning on growing some
Imagine all the Hebrews going dumb
Dancing on top of chariots and turning tight ones (eeerrrrr)
Ooh, tell me when to go (dumb)
Talking on my ghettro on the way to the store
... My 2nd or 3rd trip
Some Henny, some Swishers and some Listerine strips
Dr. Greenthumb lift, just to ease my thoughts
Not just the cops, but the homies you got to watch
The moon is full, look at the dark clouds
Sitting in my scrapper, watching Oakland go wild... Ta-dow
I don't bump mainstream, I knock underground
All that other shit, sugar-coated and watered down
I'm from the Bay where we hyphy and go dumb
From the soil where them rappers be getting their lingo from
[Keak Da Sneak] Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak] Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak]
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak] Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak]
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
I'm off that 18 purple juice
.... Like a mayne, labeled the Black Zeus
King of the super dooper hyphy (hyphy, hyphy, hyphy, hyphy)
And your wife, she don't like me (like me, like me, like me, like me)
From the Bay to the A
Put me in the back wood, Swisher sweet bud, go to the store
Bitches wish I wrote, I said they couldn't be saved by John Doe (John Doe)
I slid past on the gas, bitches looking at me
It's good, it's good like the granddaddy
Cross game, you get flipped like a burger patty
Or zig-zagged... pass me a big old fatty
.... I drink white, with a SNOW bunny
Talking big shit in the scrapper, going hella dummy
1800, Jose Cuervo
Yaddadamean, yaddada I'm saying though
Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak] Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak]
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak] Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak] Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
[E-40]now let me direct traffic, talk to them,let me tell you about this hyphy movement we going on in the back,when I say somethin you say it right back at me,you swear we ganna do like this here(ooo)
[E-40]
Ghost-ride the whip
Ghost-ride the whip
Ghost-ride the whip
Ghost-ride the whip
Now... Scrape Scrape Scrape Scrape Scrape Scrape Scrape Scrape
Put your stunna shades on, Put your stunna shades on
Put your stunna shades on, Put your stunna shades on
Now... Gas, brake, dip, dip
Now... Gas, brake, dip, dip
Shake them dreads
Shake them dreads
Shake them dreads
Shake them dreads
Let me see you show your grill, Let me see you show your grill
Let me see you show your grill, Let me see you show your grill
Now... Thizz face, Now... Thizz face Now... Thizz face Now... Thizz face
Now... Thizz face Now... Thizz face Now... Thizz face Now... Thizz face
Doors open, mayne, Doors open, mayne, Doors open, mayne, Doors open, mayne
Now... Watch em swang, Watch em swang
Watch em swang, Watch em swang
Go stupid, go (dumb, dumb)
Go stupid, go (dumb, dumb)
[Keak Da Sneak] Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak] Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak]
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak] Tell me when to go...
[E-40] Tell me when to go...
[Keak Da Sneak] Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Muscle Cars Ft. Keak Da Sneak, lyrics
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Not out of the local news paper, but out the AutoTrader
Cleaner than virgin coochie, my nigg', one on her Cutlass,playa
The beat wrapped monster cables, the speakers thumpin'
Trunk soundin' like King Kong and Godzilla back there thumpin'
All we do is drank, and get high and petal and push!
Organic weed, mystery weed, just purple gush!
I cut the the wheelie, on my whip, and filled that bitch up
Now my muscle car sittin' high like a monster truck
Monster up, suck up to none, don't be no poodle
Split his pack open like pack of Top Ramen noodle
In the heart of the soil, where you can find me
Try me fuck boy, and get your face put on a white tee (white tee)
40, Turf Talk and Keak the Sneak.
They maynee' ass voices, and they styles is hekka unique (unique)
High speed chases and runnin' lights
Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes
[Chorus]
[Keak Da Sneak]
4 barrel carburator, four speed Trany
Dual exhaust dipped in sauce
My car is a beast, catch me in the streets side ways
Thru the East Side,East Side Boy', crunk like Lil' Jon
Show 40, and Mac Keak the last don
East Okaland the land of the side show (side show)
Richmond, Frisco, to the Valley Jo'
I'm ridin' side-a-ways, this way, thata way
Doors open, while in traffic
Hold the door open, (Hello!)
Shittin' on em', no frontin'
455 got me runnin' up on Aston Martins
We run from dem on streets, not the freeway
B&M shift kit (kirrrk) me and Danny Phea
On my celly cell straight lace with no fuckin' 'do
Mobbin' in my Ol' School like Lil' Bruce
[Chorus]
[Turf Talk]
Four 15's, beat ya brain
Told niggas fuck Rally's, "ride gold one's mayne!"
Mother's off candid, don't hate cause I ain't me
Race, foo, smoke in yo' face, foo!
Super charger, push this botton and my engine start up
Pistol tucked
Might be pirmiered, but my engine souped up (souped up)
Quick to the floor, when you open yours
Don't scratch my doors
350, I push heavy
Not a Ford (Ford, Ford) it's a Chevy (Chevy, Chevy)
First owner, not too many miles on her
We rep the BAY, we don't rep California, (IM LYIN)
I'm run you for your car note
Why you don't got SS's in front of your Monte Carlo? (Monte Carlooo)
Residence full of white folks
I'ma leave fresh tire marks top of they asphalt
[Bridge]
You got muscle car? You fuckin' wit them muscle cars?
You got muscle car? You fuckin' wit them muscle cars?
[Chorus]
Go Hard Or Go Home Ft. The Fed lyrics
(feat. The Federation)
Introducing...E-40...the almighty...707...Rick Rock...Federation...(Whoooooo)
Go [x9] Hey hey.
Go hard [x2]
[E-40]
Ooh...Verbal vomit...I keep it one tonic
Not the scrill but you can call me ebonics
Sideshows goin nutty dumbin out
Take the wrong turn and get your roof stomped out
Old school vans doors open, me and my coupe
We some stoners we get high like Shaggy from Scooby Doo
I'm whiskeyed, I'm hit, I ain't go no patience, pimp
But I'm a couple tacos short of a combination
Ooh...Get on your head like a shower from the gravel
Where them scandalous dope deals be goin south
We can swivel grown metal flower want the fast quarter, fuck a slow nickel, 6 bucks an hour
From the rooter to the tooter He's the driver I'm the shooter
Don't be fuckin with my gouda
Orgasms, high pots, and trill phones, sidekicks and ringtones
Go hard or go home
[Hook x8]
Go hard...
Go hard or go home
[Goldie]
To the room, to the moon I coon like high school
My goons take no prisoners...what fool,
What's beef? (Beef is when E-40 on a factor)
Swingin in the drive-thru, smash them further
Cattin' off. If you're from the Yay, that's what.
Open up the doors, go (go) ?
Sick, Monkey on my back
Psychos on my milk, won't let me go
Down my throat, Yes (yes), cuz (cuz), buzz (buzz)
What (what), I (I), go (go), numb (numb)
Slap folks like Droop-E too
Put thumb on the back like Rick on the NPC
[Hook]
[Interlude x4]
"It's Like .. I Did it Orignally"
We jumpin on the top of ya scrape, hella juiced
3 or 4 niggas tryna cave in ya roof
[Stress]
Blow purp, cuss like a sailor
Hammer on my waist in the 2-man tailor
Get rich, hate being poor
My bitch keep askin for juicy couture
In the club, you know we strapped up
My white tee shirt look like coke wrapped up
Forces and jeans, can't wear slacks
Got good hair, no wave cap
So block, standin on the curb
Same niggas with me I been knowin since the 3rd
Tryna get it, sucks bein bummy
Never should've give you niggas money
[Doon]
My beats wanna see drop H's
Grind more than Haitians or Jamaicans
Ain't about money, then ain't got patience
Don't bring money, then don't have relations
Somethin' like Hannibal, I'm a mammal
Hang with monkeys like Mike and Emmanuel
Change the channel, rearrange panels
0-7 like the perm old cabby
The bitch babby she don't bring patties
She can't ride shotgun in the brom Caddy
Pull my nigga here, let him campaign
Don't cut him off like J did Dane
[Hook]
Sick Wit It
Gouda Ft. B-Legit, Stressmatic lyrics
(feat. B-Legit, Stressmatic of The Federation)
[Intro]
Gouda
Sick Wid It Records
BME
Warner Brothers
The Machinery (Yee!)
Oooh, look out pimp!
Heavy on the grindin' entertainment
Stovetop productions
[Verse 1 - E-40]
Oooh, Hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me myself and i the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch (Ka ka ka!)
I got my hands and everything, I'm real instrumental
I'm as real as they come and don't need no bitch potential
When I was comin' up there certain things we don't allow
Like long fingernails and men arching they eyebrows
Here's another thing I don't condone and don't approve
How all of a sudden snitchin' became cool (I dunno)
Gamed up I be chewin' on this mack granite
OG Jay be stomped that laced that niggas posted never can
I brought the baddest broad in the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put on the dress and break her for her purse
[Hook]
Ten wraps and a rubber band (Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand (Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty (Gouda)
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty (Chalupa)
Gettin' money I'm a stunna, man (Gouda)
In a 'lac shootin' box like a hundred grand (Gouda)
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five (Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing? (Chalupa)
[Verse 2 - E-40]
A day in the life on the soil in Caliscrillya
Take the wrong turn and these youngstas out here kill ya
Well I ain't concerned, they love us hustlas and dealers
They wanna tear our houses down so they can build some IKEAS (oooh wow)
Oooh, Just tryna get my point across
Where I'm from it's pandamonium and chaos
Where I'm from the lights is off, we use matches
Where I'm from we do it bare-faced instead of ski masks (Ka ka ka!)
Oooh, No more talking on them cells
I heard the federal went ahead and bought Nextels (what?)
Oooh, Over-crowded jails
They got us sleepin' in the gym instead of our own cells
Ooh, Put our yeti together
Me and my investors, we flippin' ten or better
I got some gouda, got a little bit of cheddar
My medallion got more colors than a peacock feather (hey)
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - B-Legit]
Gettin' money I'm a stunna man
With bitch like I do little whips about the stunna van
My advice she a runner man
Off top, i'ma boss, shoe box full of rubber bands
Contraband, on the other hand
Big girls, big quips, turn around, roll center man
On the real, I'm a gentleman
Put the scrilla, I'm a killa, man, hit it like a little man
What you doin' with that?
From the scratch, we can load up the 'lac
A-1, we can bring that back
From day 1, we get them wraps
Big stacks from the back of the shack
Ayee, I buy the weed man
Hella turkey bags just to put my weed in
Ohhh, we gettin' chalupa
Wrapped cheese in a rubber band and call it the gouda
[Hook]
[Interlude]
Look out pimp! Ai-i-i-te! What it do!
We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda)
Bay business, so whatchu need? (Gouda)
We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda)
Ice, pussy, so whatchu need? (Chalupa)
We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda)
Bay business, so whatchu need? (Gouda)
We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda)
Sick Wid It, so whatchu need? (Chalupa)
We doin' way too much (Gouda)
We never watered down, we doin' way too much (Gouda)
And you don't wanna stunt with us (Gouda)
Hustlers 'r' us, we doin' way too much (Chalupa)
We doin' way too much (Gouda)
We never watered down, we doin' way too much (Gouda)
And you don't wanna stunt with us (Gouda)
Hustlers are us, we doin' way too much (Chalupa)
[Hook]
[Outro]
The definition of gouda
(What's the definition?)
Chalupa, scrilla, scratch, paper, yaper
Capital (the definition)
Gouda means cheese, and cheese means yaper you square ass square butts
Biiiiiattchhhhh!
Let's get back to what we'se talkin' about earlier
What was we talkin' about earlier, pi-imp?
Hustlers...hustlers are us. Uh oh. Ahhh.
Look out (Look out, pimp)
Sick Wit It II Ft. Turf Talk lyrics
(feat. Turf Talk)
[Turf Talk + (E-40)]
Damn nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne?
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink nigga?
Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon, 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 shit 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 fucked with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in this motherfucker (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin this shit
[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 nigga, 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
Nigga don't help me, my nigga 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 motherfuckers know!
Nigga this is big 40-Water motherfucker!
The ambassador of the Bay nigga!
Nigga we stay eatin over here motherfucker!
You niggaz need to step your motherfuckin weight up nigga
Sick Wid It, BME motherfucker
[E-40]
Look out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got that work
Fuck 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 anus, 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 niggaz'll get your motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin with us boy
Nigga we been doin this shit nigga
Niggaz need to bow the fuck down and pay homage nigga
Niggaz been stealin our shit for years 40!
Niggaz brave to talk around these motherfuckers, WATER!
[E-40]
The whole enchilada, the whole taco
Motherfucker I'm a capo!
Play with hundred round drums
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy nigga, watch every penny that I spend
Go to any hood in the world and fit right in
A young nigga, with an old soul
A busy nigga, 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 motherfucker
40 told you niggaz mayne! We hongry nigga!
We eat soup with a fork around this bitch mayne!
Knahmean? Step your motherfuckin weight up nigga
You niggaz pockets is touchin motherfucker
You starvin! [laughter]
JB Stomp Down (Skit) lyrics
They Might Be Taping lyrics
[E-40]
I like this Rick Rock
I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a player fashion
Makin it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n
I be, representin my region and pullin up in somethin decent
Used to buy shit off the lot, but now lately I've been leasin
Like the white man I've been thinkin, tryin to come up with a plan
How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and some land
Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a shoe
Buy a couple of big Celebrities pimpin it ain't gotta be brand new
I'm a boss about my shit, about the way I carry it
The way I wear my glasses low, the way I sport my toothpick
The way I pop it at a hoe, the way I utilize my mouth
The way I keep my fuckin blowover over at a relative's house
Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo' cronies
Gotta be about your allowance, and X out all the phonies
Gotta watch out for them folks, gotta watch yo' conversations
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
[Chorus]
(Aww shit, talk in pig latin, use the codes)
They might be taping
(Aww man, you think they taping?)
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
(Aww shit, they readin lips, cover your nose)
They might be taping
(Naw man, you think they taping?)
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
[E-40]
40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't even had time to wash my face
I been in the traffic tryin to get it, I ain't got time to fuckin waste
My money's short like I'm slippin, I'm tryin to smack it up and flip it
I'm tryin to turn this thousand dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket
Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but that ain't the fuckin way
Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than fake autographs on eBay
My orangutangs'll growl, with our upside down smile
We been doin it for a while, you can check my d-boy file
I be fuckin 'em up like this man, I be killin 'em off like that
Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes like rats
Niggaz don't really know that I'm so sincere about this here
Niggaz don't really know that I got my name from drinkin beer
Do a cauliflowered ear, me and my muskateers
Come through with them choppers, let the lil' homey steer
I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my real career
But I'm really packin woppers, pistols rusty like Pam Grier
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X]
[E-40] They might be taping
"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X]
[E-40] Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
[E-40]
I wish a motherfucker would, I'm still livin my second childhood
My mentality, my frame of mind, all hood
I'm in the local booth with my nine, breakin down a backwood
Sippin on 40, drink cloud nine, try to get it while it's good
In the heart of the soil, in the middle of the paint, where it ain't
Where we park our cars on the grass, sell hop and push crank
Where the dopefiends dig in our tracks and siphon gas from our tanks
Where the biggest hypocrites in the church call themselves saints
I don't gossip like bitches I mind my own fuckin business
Dig yaper good money cause that sucker shit ain't nutritious
I don't be burnin no bridges I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches
Gumbo pots boil, good with the skillet like a chemist
Steady long like a female weave, cooler than antifreeze
Bust you in the toe like Eddie Murphy did DeLouise
Act like you know what I represent, bitch please
That powdered milk section 8 and that government cheese, hoe!
[Chorus]
[Outro - same as Interlude]
Do Ya Head Like This lyrics
Artist: E-40
Album: My Ghetto Report Card
Song: Do Ya Head Like This
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[E-40]
Beotch! Look out pimp
Uhh, uhh
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Do ya head like this {*repeat 4X fast*}
Do ya head like this {*repeat 4X fast*}
Do ya head like this {*repeat 4X fast*}
Do ya head like this {*repeat 4X fast*}
[E-40]
Chalupas fresh like pilates, I'm tryin to sell a few million copies
Some of my niggaz done beat a few cases
Some of my niggaz done caught a few bodies
Out here we ridin them scrapers, turnin mo' heads than them Maseratis
Havin mo' fame than them there Ferraris
Sellin that 'caine and that there Qadafi
The life of the fuckin party, Bacardi Light and Bacardi Dark
Triple sec and that grenadine and that pineapple juice and parsley
Go up and bite that ass like a shark, upside down frown
Better put your tongue in park, 'fore I lay your hoe-ass down
This some of that merk music
This some of that struggle rap and that mayhem
Keep it slappin that bass sound
Cause we work up out of that basement
We do it on the turf stupid, with my d-boys in the background
The Elroys on the crackdown, hurry up and put that crack down
Drivin & strikin & dippin & glidin & skatin & scootin & slidin
Rhymin & grindin & timin & climbin & shinin like we some diamonds
Shakin & bakin the cake & then makin my hustlers out here buy in
Whole thangs and them half thangs, you know that I'm supplyin
[Chorus]
[E-40]
I'll be drivin like a daredevil (a daredevil?)
I'll be there in a minute
My blood alcohol level? (level?)
Three times the legal limit
My potnahs keep sayin that I got a hole in my liver
Cause I got, liquor stains all over my t-shirt and shoes 'n shit
My bitch want me to give up my drinkin and smokin dope
I told that hoe to shut up and take this dick down her throat
In kindergarten my teacher used to rinse my mouth out with soap
Cause my mouth was too foul, she didn't like the way that I spoke
After school I would hit the block and go and purchase some chalk
Triples singles and double-ups, me and all of my folks
I wore my hair like a fool, didn't give a fuck or a care
Every New Year's Eve I like to bust in the air
Ride with potato peelers, staplers and roto-tillers
Me and my family members, killers and dope dealers
Berettas and Desert Eagles always pullin them triggers
You don't want complications, don't be fuckin with niggaz
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Watch out now
My woofers sub like Quizno's (Quizno's) - ask my cousin
(Ask my cousin) He a B-Dog, his car look like Robitussin
I'm just me y'all, I stay up out the way (out the way)
My set trip, but we don't bang in the Bay
I'm on that Remi and that Gran Ma' 'gnac, as we speak
Been twisted, dang near e'ry day, 7 days a week
For a, about a month straight, write it and report it
Did it big last night, but today I'm payin for it (oooh)
My bitch supposed to come and scoop me up this mornin
I can't drive (why?) I got a warrant (you got a warrant)
And e'ry Elroy in the town know my face
Cause they know I'm havin yetti and I pump that BASS
We buy up the malls and treat our hoes like shit
On Valentine's, all we give they ass is dick
I'm gettin mines, always stickin to the script
And if you with this movement, pimpin do ya head like this
[Chorus]
Block Boi Ft. Miko, Stressmati lyrics
(feat. Miko, Stressmatic of The Federation)
[Verse 1: E-40]
Out here is sick, AR-70's and albino pits (Albino pits)
Patriots and bushmasters, home invasions and licks
I'm in it to make the most, you in it to flamboast (Boast)
You in it to tricking off to them hoes, I'm in to make her buy me some clothes (Clothes)
I be treating my scraper like a Rolls, lemme stop lying, no I don't (Don't)
I be sideways on two toys, all the rappers call me Unc (Unc)
Feasible, unheathable, the best thing that ever did it (Did it)
Incredible like E. Jerome, you pitch it, I'm a hit it (Hit it)
One of my youngsters just got popped with a thumper (Thumper)
They tryna wash him, they talking football numbers (Football numbers)
They tryna stop him, it's murk in the Ave (In the Ave)
Take one of mine, I'm take three of theirs (Three of theirs)
Some of you suckers can't take a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage)
A coon from a plum, kangaroo from a radish (From a raddish)
Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame)
Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane)
[Hook: Stressmatic x2]
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
... Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab
[Verse 2: Miko]
M wanted this piece, already (Already)
Squat a 33-year-old Chevy (Old Chevy)
Replace everything, all in Heat Cherry (Yeah)
So much chrome under the hood, straight scary
Get my grown man on, Sacramento Valley
On 22's, playboy vet rallies (Rallies)
Tremendo, to the extreme, where I go
Pimping I'm cleaner than a San Jose car show
... Hotter than Barstow in August
Chevy Land love me, I'm year one flawless (One flawless)
The law just, pull up beside me, give me the thumbs up
I turn the beat up like "That's what up"
Hah, studio tone, yadadamean
Got us mobbed out, smacking like magazine (Like magazine)
When I wanna roll deep, I gotta van (Gotta van)
But right now, it's young Meek in the waterbed
[Hook: Stressmatic x2]
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
... Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab
[Verse 3: E-40]
Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot like a broken stove
Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and Cholos
... On the soil, taking precaution
On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching, oooh
... Good grief, it's never been this ugly out here, we in some heavy beef
They left his body in the streets for twelve hours
Candlelight vigils, sidewalk funerals and flowers, oooh
These youngsters aint listening, they disrespecting me
Aint no OG's to holler at, no one to detonate, oooh
... Chemical babies, the parents smoking rocks
Plus they aint never had a chance to know God (To know God)
In my days, I was raised in the church
Momma did what she could just to keep us off the turf (Keep us off the turf)
... But it aint no one to blame (But)
But Noriega and Regan and rock cocaine
[Hook: Stressmatic x2]
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
... Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab
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E-40 lyrics - My Ghetto Report Card songs text
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White Gurl Ft. Bun B, Pimp C, lyrics
(feat. Bun B, Pimp C of UGK, Juelz Santana)
[Chorus]
white gurl [8x] i got dat whiiiiite gurl [3x] girl girl [8x]
oooh i throw tha yola in tha pot let it simmer n bave
add a lil bakin soda make it foam like after shave
i like to serve my dope wet cuz it weigh a hella lot more
u can smell the residue n the fumes from next do'
turf superstar, microwaves n pickle jars
potrtable digital scales, custom painted muscle cars
pimpin where the razor blade? use a saftey pin
what they goin fo'? nigga wutchu trynna spend?
when its a drought, i jus sit on my dope n wait
for the prices to sky rocket and rise like real estate
i got dat icecream, that candy, that girl, that white white white
my christler charger 2006 hemi tight tight tight
im a d-boi (booch) i thought u knew
jus like every other mother fucker in my crew
bundle in the bushes, chop her up in the tree
Ak will light up ur chest like ET
[Chorus]
[Juelz Santana]
now let me introduce the world to my girl
she white, she bright, she shines like a pearl
and i aint talkin bout Lindsay Lohan
im talkin bout that sniff, that blow man
that 1 hit that will get u open
might make ur nose bleed if it's potaint
so if ur not ready, homie dont tamper with it
she da chick who had Tony Montana slippin
she so bad, she make u mad
but soon as u get that, she make u cash (that white girl)
but she aint always that light, she aint always that bright, she aint always that white
gimme 1 girl, i mean 1 gram
I'll teach u how to give a white girl a sun tan
put it in that pot, till it get dat hot, then start tha Sir-Mix-Alot (ight)
[Chorus]
well down in the dirty.....south to be exact
gettin money with white girls is a well known fact
i like 'em black, brown, puerto rican or asian
but nothin bring the bread back like a caucasian
weather winter fall summer or spring
the white gurls always down for doin the damn thing
put her on the highway, she aint no punk
gotta white girl drivin with white gurls in the trunk
i aint lyin its the best thing goin
when my white gurls around its always snowin
mama cant stand her tellin me to switch
sayin imma go to jail fuckin with that white bitch
always around to keep me paid
with some white girls on my team i got it made
so if ur down on ur luck n got no money
then do what i do go get u a snow bunny
[Chorus]
i got the pirex workin with the white girl in it
its the dope super bowl n nigga im bout to win it
no question marks or commas, nigga we got the drama
when we through with this badge we goin out to the bahamas
i keep a silk braud wen im fuckin wit the hard
cuz the never get stopped my the motha fuckin cops
fools look hard but the bitches is fraud
dont like to see me ball, want me to go rock from rock
move around bitch u need to get out the way
i keep a young suzi when its time to move yay
u need to learn the game before u try to play
like cab gone those laws will take u away
so i keep me a snow bunny ridin in the front
with a triple zillion head in a platnum cup
u already know they eat nuts like a squrril
lemme hit u in ur head n bust nuts in ur curl white girl
GetTheFuckOn.Com Part 1 (Skit) lyrics
U And Dat Ft. T. Pain, Kandi G lyrics
(feat. T-Pain, Kandi Girl)
[Hook: T-Pain]
Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and dat booty
Tryna get to you and dat booty
Tryna get to you and dat booty
Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and dat monkey
Tryna to get you and dat monkey
Tryna to get you and dat monkey
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Girl, he simping (Simpin)
I walk up in the club with a limpin (Limpin)
God listen, what you gonna do, with this pimpin
What you gonna do, with this pimpin
Girl, I'm a call ya (Call ya)
Later on tonight or tomorrow ('Morrow), now follow
What you gonna do, with this baller
What you gonna do, with this baller
[Verse 2: E-40]
What you gonna do when I bend the block (Bend the block)
Pull up on that ass in a brand new drop (Brand new drop)
Speakers on blast with tremendous knock ('Mendous knock)
TV's in the dash, rims just won't stop
You need to be down with a pimp like me
I aint turning down nothing but my collar, you see
I'm a leave you with my number, you should hollar at me
Cuz I'm a baller, can't nobody hustle harder than me, oooh
[Hook: T-Pain]
Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and dat booty
Tryna get to you and dat booty
Tryna get to you and dat booty
Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and dat monkey
Tryna to get you and dat monkey
Tryna to get you and dat monkey
[Verse 3: E-40]
Oooh, your ass is right
I aint tryna let that pass me tonight
I'ma put my bid in and tell you something slick
Whisper in your ear while I'm holding my dick
I don't mean no harm, it's the hood in me (Hood in me)
Sipping on that Renshaw Hennessy (Hennessy)
Psychedelic colors in my jewelry (Jewelry)
Suckers hella jealous cuz you digging me, oooh
Now what you gonna do mama
I'm tryna dip later on, me and you mama
Like the way that you groove and you move mama
You know the women love me, I'm the 40 Water (40 Water)
Popping my P's cuz I'm laced with game
Nathen but the Yay flowing through my vein
She wear Miss Sixty, can't fit in the Gucci
Cuz her ass big enough to sit a cup on her booty (Goodness!)
[Hook: T-Pain]
Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and dat booty
Tryna get to you and dat booty
Tryna get to you and dat booty
Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and dat monkey
Tryna to get you and dat monkey
Tryna to get you and dat monkey
[Verse 4: Kandi Girl]
Yeah I see you looking (Looking)
But my ass in these jeans got you shook, and (Shook, and)
I don't think you know what to do, with this pussy
What you gonna do, with this pussy
Yeah I know you want this (Want this)
Tryna chase me through the club for this good shit (Good shit)
But I don't think you can handle, this pussy
What you gonna do, with this pussy
[Verse 5: E-40]
You looking like you got that good gooshy, gooshy
Fucking round with me, I beat the brakes off that pussy
Have your ass cumming like a pornstar movie
Tell your friends and I bet they all wanna do me
Hoes know me, I'm E-Fo-Oh (E-Fo-Oh)
They recognize pimping when I step in the door (Step in the door)
Higher than a satellite full of that dro (Full of that dro)
Holla at a playa when you ready to go, oooh
[Hook: T-Pain]
Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and dat booty
Tryna get to you and dat booty
Tryna get to you and dat booty
Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and dat monkey
Tryna to get you and dat monkey
Tryna to get you and dat monkey
Im Da Man Ft. Mike Jones, Al K lyrics
(feat. Al Kapone, Mike Jones)
[Intro / Chorus 2X: Al Kapone]
Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand
Hoes on my dick cause they know I'm da mayn! [3X]
[E-40]
Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand
Hoes on my dick cause they know I'm the man
I'm in the V.I.P. cause I'm very im-por-tant (tant)
Unfortunately I see some niggaz I can't stand (I can't staind)
So I stepped to them suckers and confronted 'em like I should
We can settle this now or we can settle this in the hood
Uhh, so what y'all wanna do? I got a hundred dudes
We got a hundred tools, tryin to get on somethin new
You married to the ave and still datin
I'm loyal to my soil, I don't need no ultimatum
Stop hatin, I ride with my crimeys in crime
I grind with the gritty and grime, let's go!
I'm buyin my yola, you gettin chronic
I'm tryin to go out the park, you tryin to bunt it
So you know if I drop it then it's a hit
The game got it in my grip like a catcher's mitt
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
Mike Jones, geyeah!
Geyeah, Ice Age Entertainment
Sick Wid It baby, geyeah!
You know me I get that purple jelly in my cup, 84's rollin up
Hoes know I'm the man, cause I'm always showin up
My big bills so swoll that I can't even fold 'em up
Big bills so swoll that I can't even fold 'em up
Hold 'em up, who dat is representin the South
With them diamonds in his mouth, know what I'm talkin 'bout
Mike Jones, nigga in the streets I'm a king
April 18th I'm droppin "The American Dream"
I'm 'bout to shut down the game, my car shut down the lane
E-40, Mike Jones and Ice Age Entertain'
Gettin change, we grippin grain in the turnin lane
with a cup full of mud, and a pocket full of change
Mike Jones, I'm sittin sideways in my dropper
Lookin out for coppers, checkin these boppers
Mike Jones, 2-8-1, 3-3-oh
8-zero-zero-fo', holla at me, I got that
[Chorus]
[E-40 - echo each phrase]
Uhhhh - actin bad.. showin my ass..
Havin my cash.. rappin fast..
Duke of the ave.. slangin them sacks..
Like a {?}.. smokin grass..
Blazin the block.. sellin that hot..
Slickin the cops.. pushin that rock..
Totin them chops.. open up shop..
Punchin the clock.. pistols cocked..
Havin my change.. drivin a Range..
Switchin the lanes.. hyphy train..
Claim to fame.. makin a name..
Deep in the game.. what set you claim..
Doin it movin.. hoes be choosin..
Cause we winnin.. and y'all losin..
Big tycoon.. drinkin pukin..
Niggaz feudin.. fightin shootin
[Chorus]
Yee Ft. Too Short, Budda lyrics
[Chrous]
That’s the call of my thugs
When they step up in the club they go yee
When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yee
You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin’ yee
If its lookin’ like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee
[E-40]
My area code grows some of the best weed in the world
My ninja we aint no punk
They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice
Cause we always smell like skunk
Sloppy drunk nine times out of ten every time you see me
Bending corners in my brand new Dodge Durango Hemi
Pimpin’ the law up on us – Officer Smokey and Mr. Johnny Law
Always pullin’ me over and searchin’ my fucking car
Searchin’ my Gluteus Maximus – flashlight in my jaw
Actin’ like some batchesses – thinkin’ I got rock
Doin’ it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the lid, smoke a spliff,
Earl bent, push ya wig, bout’ my nig
Everybody wanna talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark
Everybody wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that saw, wanna peel up top
I get a call from young bop, he up out my zone
He said yo hillside nigga Ned on his way home
I said well tell him to call me – I love his ass to death
Any nigga hatin’ we gonna take his last breath
[Chrorus]
That’s the call of my thugs
When they step up in the club they go yee
When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yee
You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin’ yee
If its lookin’ like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee
[Too $orth]
Biatch ! It’s yo partna from the town ma’an
I see yall doin’ it big you getting’ down ma’an
Yeah I fuck with the V, Richmond know me
Where every niggas ballin’ that’s where bitches gonna be
You can go across the bridge fucking wit a bitch
Don’t matter which side you be all up in some shit before you know it
It aint like it used to be
Everybody got straps to shoot you or me
I give a fuck about who, I don’t even know you
Sup – yeah pimpin’ I got my thang too
And its coo cause I know you know it
I aint even gotta pull it
I aint even gotta show it
Don’t blow it – that’s what a black man’s thinkin’
I’ll be laying underground in a casket stinkin’
If I slip I gotta keep my poise you here that 808 bumpin’ Whats all that noise
[Repeat Chorus]
That’s the call of my thugs
When they step up in the club they go yee
When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yee
You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin’ yee
If its lookin’ like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee
Get ya head busted in – im not your boy or your friend
Get ya head busted in – im not your boy or your friend
You said that do that, pull that, shoot that
Now where your crew at
What you gonna do next
Im a west coast nigga yee
Im a east coast nigga yee
Im a down south nigga yee
Im a Midwest nigga yee
[Repeat Chorus]
That’s the call of my thugs
When they step up in the club they go yee
When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yee
You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin’ yee
If its lookin’ like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee
GetTheFuckOn.Com Part 2 (Skit) lyrics
Just Fuckin Ft. Bosko lyrics
(feat. Bosko)
[E-40] What's goin on momma? I don't know why you trippin
[Bosko] I don't know why you act this way, this way
[E-40] You already knew what it was from the beginnin
[E-40] You know how we've been gettin down
[Bosko] I know you want this too
[E-40] We just friends right?
[Bosko] We should never stop what we do
[E-40] We got a good thing goin baby
[Chorus: Bosko]
We're not in love but we pretennnnd
We both know we're just fu-ckin (we're fuckin)
The situation's a win-win (it's a win-win)
We both know we're just fu-ckin (we're fuckin)
[E-40]
Oooh; thick like a big bowl of grits, big tits good looks
I knew you had some good gush gush
Cause you look like you did and I can tell it was bomb (what type)
The type of broad to squirt when she bust a nut and she cum
You said you know I got a man but he ain't treatin me fair
He always gone plus he never take me nowhere
I said what'chu tryin to tell me, he act like you don't exist?
Yup and when he come home he smell like liquor and fish
Fool don't know what he missin, he tardy and lame
But that's his loss, and it's my game
You got a mean throat game and your coochie is serious
Pussy so good I fuck you on your peroid
Naw we ain't in love but we can damn sho' pretend to be
Get a sack of that broccoli and a bottle of Hennessy
Check into a room at the Fairfield Inn (and then what)
Fire up some purple, let the beatings begin (oooh)
[Chorus w/ different ad libs]
[E-40]
Your girlfriends is jealous and sexually frustrated
So of course they hated after you told 'em how I ate it
And you know what they say about fellas with big feet
So why you wanna put my business out in the street?
They already give me extra long hugs and shit (what else)
They want your position, they tryin to scoot you up out of it
Take your foot of the gas, I thought we had an arrangement
You missin the point, it ain't gon' be no engagement
You need to play your position, or you out of the game
You testin my mackin, you out of yo' range
We just fuck-buddies, I'm just stickin and bonin ya
Get somewhere with that dumb shit, stick to the formula
I'll come over later when your kids asleep
And so some nasty things that they gon' have to bleep
Give it to you good, while he out there trickin
Make your man say, "Girl yo' coo-coo feel different!"
[Chorus w/ different ad libs]
[E-40] We just fuckin
[Bosko]
Baby please stop the whinin
Let me tell out your linin
Orgasms multiplyin
Under the sun that's shinin
On-ly a fool would throw this a-wayyyyyyyyyyy (ooooh)
[Chorus w/ E-40 ad libs too]
[E-40] We just fuckin
[Bosko + (E-40)]
Don't act like you want this to end
I know you don't, know you don't (oooh)
We both know we're just fu-ckin (We just fuckin sweetheart)
We can do this and still be friends
(Yeah, we can still be friends)
We both know we're just fu-ckin (we just fuckin)
Just let me do ya baby (just let me do ya)
Just let me screw ya baby (let me screw ya)
I swear I'll fuck you all night
[E-40]
You know, I'll come through
I got the Astroglide, I got the larger size prophylactics
Lifestyle, oowop edition you smell me?
It's therapeutic and healin
You know we got a certain chemistry sweetheart
I come through the turf the other day
Y'knahmean they scream out - here for the hemp list
Here for the hemp list
I go pick up a zip, stop by the liquor sto'
Pick up a bottle of Beefeater and a bottle of donald trump grapefruit juice
Cause I know that's yo' favorite, oooh
Gimmie Head Ft. Al Kapone, Bos lyrics
(feat. Al Kapone, Bosko)
[E-40 Talking:]
Damn lil mama.........I aint gon' lie yo dome action is vicious.......
Feels like I'm in yo pussy when you suckin' my dick......
[Chorus (Bosko) X2:]
Feels like Im in yo pussay........when your suckin my dick........
Gimme Head Hoe [repeats all through chorus]
[First verse (E-40)]
Smack it up flip it, rub it down
Feel so good when you go down town
I like it when you moan and groan and make that sound
I love to see your face when you do that frown
Dont hold back just do yo job
lick it up and down like corn on the cob
Slob on my knob while yo pussy throb
Gimme head till Im deader than a fuckin Doorknob
Theraputic and healin, couldn't fight the feelin
She pulled my dick back like a banana pealin'
Her throat game platinum worth a million
Put her on a track we can make a killin'
She can wrap her whole mouth around a fireman pole
Suck a tennis ball through a garden hose
Low cut jeans like to show that flesh
Pierced toungue ring big lips and breasts
Extasy, Hennesy
Broccoli, the remedy
Late night creepin at the Embassy
Im hard like Im out the penetentary
Baby got back like a slab of ribs
Dang near wanna make her have my kids
Take her home let her meet my mom and dad
Then introduce her to all my niggs
Front back, side to side
Gettin good head while Im in my ride
Dip to the crib then we do it again
Have a deepthroat contest you and your friends
Like the 4th of July Im tryin to reach my peak
Pull it out your mouth now its time to skeet
Shoot it everywhere while Im beatin my meat
In your face in your hair all over the sheets
[Chorus x2]
[2nd Verse (Al Kapone)]
Up and down, in and out,
Let me fuck you in yo mouth
Slow, dome head, thats the type of shit Im talkin bout'
Gimme dat, Gimme dat, Im so glad you into that
If chewin's, what your doin, then you best believe Im comin back
Black, White, Asian, and Latino don't discriminate
Take it out, take it to the face, then ejaculate
Freaky bitch, nasty bitch my nigg I swear she love this shit
Dont trip pimpin she gon' swallow it if you bust in it
Look into her eyes, she gon' cum, in the process
Have her panties soakin' wet, try to make her choke on it
Deep-throat action hard, dick is what Im packin'
When she coughin, when she gaggin' she get pimp satisfaction....
Got a nigga weak, in the knees uh
Speakin in another toungue, thank you mama cita
Thats the way you freak her, Papita in her beak uh
Feelin like that pussy let me stroke it a little deeper
[Chorus x2]
[Bosko x4:]
Suck, suck it baby......suck all of me
[Chorus x3]
She Say She Loves Me Ft. 8 Bal lyrics
(feat. 8 Ball, Bun B)
[CHORUS]
She say she love me
she she say (she love me)
she say she love but,
all we do now is fucking fight
[repeat 3x]
[E-40]
if i ask u rob that bank
with me would u do it?
would do ya time like
martha stwert? would bust a
nine would ya go back would
ya put ya life on the line
with me hit the dough track?
(dough track) is ya down well ya beat a coch down? if a pimp couldnt
swim would ya let a pimp drown?
could stop naggin me about last night two wrongs dont make a right, all we do is fucking fight
kiss and make up lay up all night, now bend over why i lay this
pipe, while i beat the coochie
up till the borad day light,
she say she love me but
when im in the studio she be
gettin all lova (she say she love me) but i could get fuck bout cause
im bout my money, bently cumma ridin jumma, money loans like cqcumbas, got that twig pushin fees
frankisin do two three (two three) im bout my money hangin out
the window throwing up the play
boy bunny, aint never phony ima
keep it moving man cause im always
hungry lil mama what it is tell what it be?do u need a lil kim to
a lil qulity time a lil bumpin an grind a lil wine and dime a lil movie, a lil money, some time a lil
dochi kanbe, cheri, lou vatin a lil jewlery, why u mad why u always
take it out on me why u always
showing out in front company?
[CHORUS]
[8 Ball]
man aint never seen one look like u cutie DAMN!!
5'2 with a nice round booty u was just my type and
i could see it in yo eyes and i knew that from day one stayin
up all night just chillin talkin
bout what we going name our son,
24/7 hustlin the object to not
being broke again,let me get ya
whole pay check one time when i
couldnt pay the rent, now look at
ya baby benz with the lil tv and
the crazy rims,big rocks on ya
hand tell ya friends big daddy
brought them,now on the otha hand here we go talkin bout where
the fuck u been always in at the studio in another time zone tryin
to to get rich,get u ? niggas mad
u on my team cause they how u move
them things, come home be a mama and a wife a freak in the bed
baby,im trying to work why u gotta call 100 times like u craza
dont play when the time is right we can go up in the air and go play
wanna go play and stay here and
love me everyday
[CHORUS]
[Bun B]
now theres a stranger in my house and my bed fucking up my life
and bread, playin mind games all
in my head, sometimes i swear u wrost then the feds, u love a nigga
then hate a nigga then u love
again this shits confusin, in the
streets hittin licks im winnin come home fucking with u and im
losin, im bulit for drama but
not this kind been slid befor but
not this time, these years of viting this year hustlin u cant be fucking up this grind,now u been
doing to much campin,bumpin ya gums
and yapin and again in grown folk
business and baby girl i just cant
let that happen, i been out here
spitin ths blood fuckin with cut
throats to get this cake, but it
swear it seem like the more i give
ya u try to take my heart and my
back ya tryin break,i aint crazy
i see the signs, trying steal my
light and my shine, u must be outta
yo fucking mind,i just wanted to
spoil ya ass and i guess i succeed,
but now ya just to fucking concede if this is love i dont
need it, you acting like you the
pimp and im the hoe (hell no), man
i swear the god if yo pussy want
the bomb i would have left a long
time ago BITCH!!!
Happy To Be Here Ft. D.D. Arti lyrics
(feat. D.D. Artis)
[female singer - repeat in background]
I'm just happy to be here!
[E-40 over singer]
Hard times, the struggle
The ups and downs, the highs and the lows
You know just goin through it man, ghetto politics
Tryin to make a way out of no way
I was the oldest, so I had to be, the daddy of the family
Momma had to work three jobs, oooh
Feet stickin through my shoes, skid marks in my drawers
Garage sales and flea markets, we never shopped at malls
No dental plan, no medikit - we poor like rain
Colored folks think that castor oil cures everythang
Pork chops and chicken, we like our food fried
Hypertension, Prenavil pills and hydro-chlorizide
Some of my family still living, some of my family died
Health complications, natural causes and homicide
Just tryin to survive, nothin to lose but plenty to gain
Started hustlin, flea flickin and servin that candy cane
Put all my cars in my lady name, as a true hustler should
She had a 9 to 5, worked at Planned Parenthood
While I was in the hood, up to no good
with a hoodie over my head, tryin to outslick the feds
Or should I say cops, at this point in time I only had rocks
Went from a little a jelly jar up to a soup pot
The fast quarter my negro, don't want the slow nickel
I done seen yola the same color as peanut brittle
I done seen hella people relapse
I done seen my homey grandparents go back to crack
How sick is dat? Beggin my loved ones to send some pictures
Pray for me over the phone and read me some scriptures
Oooh; it's gloomy out here, dark days ahead
God got my back but the devil he want my head
[Chorus: D.D. Artis]
I'm just happy to be here right now
Lot of my folks been locked up or laid down
See I'm sayin I ain't shed no tears, no
But I'm just happy to be here
[E-40]
Listen to this, oooooh
The devil-me side know that some of y'all done seen it
Somebody's momma washin her son or her daughter's bloodstain off the cement
Wrong place at the wrong time, infiltrators drop a dime
Mistaken identity, bullets start flyin
in every direction, hit a pregnant teen, she passed
But her baby live through a C-section
I know it sound foul and sound hecka rude, it ain't cool
But it go down like that sometime when you're funkin, and you're puttin down a move
We heartless and shrewd in this day and age, it ain't the same
Our parents need to beat us with a belt, like Poody Tang
I be high like an airplane
I be smokin and perkin, takin out anger and stress on the wrong person
Re-uppin and coppin turf an' just servin the soil block
Grittin tryin to put some gifts in my kid's Christmas stock'
Ooooh - pour out some liquor and shed a tear
For the homies that never made it and family that ain't here
[Chorus]
[D.D. Artis]
So happy
You know I'm happy to be
Said I'm happy, so happy just to be here
To beeeeeee, to beeeeeeeeeeee
To beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (I'm so happy)
(Oh I'm so happy)
I'm so happy to be, to beeeeeeee-heeeeeeeeee
To beeeeeeeee (to be here)
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