Lyrics:
Baby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozen
I guess the tramp thought that the E was buzzin
I couldn't fade it, why the hell should I jib?
Got the 20 sack
Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut
man, I'ma get that nigga, yo
It was a murder
Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin'
Three in the mornin', I jumped out my cab like "Fuck"
Niggas
Where your ass was at when I was sleepin' on the floor?
Where your ass was at when I was sleepin' on the floor?
That .40 got a drum, bitch I feel
Bend down low
E yeah e yeah e yeah eh
A full for 40 is a full for every
Nah you by yourself
Go swim cross the river
As the gbedu de hot
Omo move with
'em and tag 'em wit' the forty fo' magnum
Get up inside 'em hit the spine, paralyze 'em
Listen to the pistol when they whistle
Spittin' many
dang dang dang (yea yea)
Walla walla walla bang bang what a dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh)
[E-40]
Its smoky up in here, so open up the vents
We
come see
When I get to bussin' you gone feel the forty
When she get the stressin', be wishin' it's more me
Couldn't ever get her back then, I was corny
your grace
E dey enough for me your grace
E dey enough for me, your grace
If I get one naira then turn am to two
Believe na grace
If I fit move my family
blaaast)
They burnin' theyself out
They runnin' outta things to say
So they rely on WHO! E-40 Belafonte
The innovator, the king of the yay
The money
Just a firm grip on the aerosol can
And I am in the Painters Republic
I'm making my stand, man!
Get up!
My art has to brute force through the system
Ey
rocking with the gang
But I've been feeling by my lonely
Always try and keep a 40
Incase these niggah try to scope me
And you know I got it on me
So don't
the record, on the record
Master P can back it up
E-40 said 1 Luv
but it's the same shit every state, every city, every club
and every fucking concert
there's
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
we all out to get loaded.
x2
Okey-dokey, pass me an odie,
a little bag of smoke and a pack of rollies
Some people call it Old E, I call em Odies
I
on that err, I'm on that E
Fast pace, my motion
Call on the dead, then he deceased, uh
Play wit' the potion
Forty-one on me, my wrist lookin' freeze
to have models screamin' get behind me
E-pills and Maybach's ain't gon' matter if your tip is tiny
Nevermind me, we could get knee-deep in the beef
Seek
to have models screamin' get behind me
E-pills and Maybach's ain't gon' matter if your tip is tiny
Nevermind me, we could get knee-deep in the beef
Seek
tryna get up and go round[00:38.91]But I'm tryna make up for the sound[00:40.77]But I'm doing my shit with the gang[00:42.67]But you niggas i really can't
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
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
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
belonged where the bench is
Forget hugging fences
Picked a side time to get it
Don't get sick riches
By having well wishes
Look about time that I hold court
the record, on the record
Master P can back it up
E-40 said 1 Luv
But it's the same shit every state, every city, every club
And every fucking concert
There's
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