Lyrics:
the rubber to the track
I keep a thumper in the pack, I'm rated E for Everyone
Like a boxer to the mat, it's gloves off for this one
Get a gun, hands up, ready
KRS-one, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money
talk
Forty rappers I injure
I reach final I win cup
No be me holy pass
No be me good e pass
But na me soak e garri pass
Those people wey talk say I be
can get that by yourself with the four-fifth
Let's all own shit then toast with Patron hits
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your
nigga E-40, 'Element of Surprise'
One of my fellas overheard about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites
Told me to be careful 'cause niggas'll take
could get lyrical on any beat
Too much spit when she suckin, she gleek
Last opp got beat out his teeth
He got left in the ground like a beet
My 40 too
a gang of bad bitches by his feet
But now, that he's, locked away
He can't get no love on visiting today
Holla holla, pop yo' collar
Shit a nigga just
Claus
Santa do you know E-40?
Bet you that nigga say "That's my homey!"
We used to perv grind curb trip to my grandma
Kahlua milk and brandy almost
through
Louie I am too cool
Drilling on that G shit
Roast em' with the forty
Signify I mean it money G-E T it
If you ain't bout that beat it
What I smoke
A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard
Bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth...
No question, it's all about the D - O - E
So if money is
to devolta huh
O rap e revolta
Chega la chega la
Glocks e .40 nois mata nois ...
Pronto pra mata o sistema se sabe se fode
Chega no club e as mina se.morde
to close (haha), more bills to fold (uh)
Get you bread, homie, and stack that shit by the loads
Niggas don't want you to keep your head up
Fuck what
a different schedule
ain't know I'll pop this biG, that's 40 racks or better
Street lights, my gang up under them
Step on shit, bob barkers, these ain't Tim's
you want a nigga dead
Buck that bitch off in his head
Just like E-40 nigga I be comin' fed
Got the sawed off pump with night vision infrared
So play
the shots, no need to brown-nose
Cut the check at 40 grand for shows
I'm (Fresh) like Doug E., I show ya
The beat got it (Clap) like them boys from 'Nolia, I
ya
Same n***a got a FN wit a Laser
I remember all them days I ain’t never had s**t
Booming ops broad day then I had to stash grips
Ex b***h turned h*e
a deadbeat dad
My first video was shot
By my mans e class
Cls 500
This aint no damn c lass
I hit yo hoe then found her phone
Just to see if he mad
I be ducked
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye)
Who ya fucking with governor E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree
(Then swing ya by ya foot)
your model
OV!
Psalms 100 n forty four
He prepared my hands for War
Swing this double edge nuttin like Thor
Get down 2 or more
U ever been E R
Back
E-40 and The Click wid it
He sucker MC better know about it
I make your girlfriend hoe about it
I make a muh'fucka know about it;
somebody better
Titanium, criminal minded, swift
D-are-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a bitch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke,
Titanium, criminal minded, swift
D-are-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a bitch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke,
building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean
I knew, all that I'd seen had meant something
Learned early, to fear none little Nas was hunting
Porky
We go dumb ditty dumb (Dumb dumb)
E-40
That's a no brainer
Oh Lordy Lordy
Spittin amo no guns
Cory (Ya)
This is what we do to bring The Son
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