Lyrics:
40-Water
Federation
E-40
Botch
Gas break, dip, then scrape
Gas break, dip, then scrape
Gas break, dip, then scrape
Sideshows, donuts, figure eights then
a no no
Me on you picture that like a photo
E-40
Back it up like a garbage truck
Ass like Amber Rose
Bouncing up and down like a pogo stick
I
(0:20 - 0:40)
Upper east side tribe never rzn I die memories in hindsight haunt me during cold nights. My old life was so right, or so I thought. Dose
with jewels, one hell of a rhymer
Study lessons in Medina, building with an old timer
So I, always been wise ever since a young minor
Get C.R.e.a.m by
Ah fuck it
Ah y'all got your nigga e-40 in this motherfucker
I buzz I put a step in
Kickin it in the fac house motherfucker
Ay, g-nut, spice,
Chorus x2:
My rear view mirror is vibrating (echo: vibrating)x2
the beat keeps knockin down my rearview mirror
E-40:
Say uh,
which way should i
do it
From the Brooklyn to the Bay
Bring the hook in by the way
[Chorus]
(Kokane & E-40)
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just
ain't even pullin' out my-
I can't get packed by TMZ, tryna fit four tings in the G63
I'ma give one ting to my bro YG, I'ma handle the rest and jeet all
fictionary
[E 40]
ZOOM!
Even though the streets mob filthy lights burned out (out)
Dopefiends die with antennas in they mouth
Niggaz are starvin, some
man
I s-said realize the game, mob hit nigga
Stack chips and make some motherfuckin' bank
I s-said realize the game
[E-40]
Look here, abominable,
.40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip (my hip)
I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel (feel)
I ain't gon' keep
My nigga E showed me how to parlay A Z
(Good lookin' nigga)
I know my mama pullin' overtime
Pocket full of dimes so I'm out here pullin' mine
the Luniz got a hundred on it
And if you're in it for the millions E-40
I hope you see 40, before you be 40
What it look like, the great paper chase for
nowadays
[A.G.]
On your mark, get set, pass the 40, let's jet
A fat rhyme is what you want, a fat rhyme is what you'll get
It's thorough, from beginning
rich, 40 chicks in the mix
How freaky can shorty get
Domino effect, one by one, they all go down
I'll be done by the sun... up
I got stamina
If I can't
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
(TP, baby)
Thirty, forty, fifty shit (blrrrd)
I shoot 'til that glizzy click (shoot until it click)
If you see my face, don't run away, that's
dollars on a crap game
Get a hundred million out the rap game
Tryna make a billion before I'm
Forty and they love me
In the bay because I keep it real E-40
the money first
Rule number 2, don't forget to get the money
Play by these rules and everything will be okay
Still in my trap, flipping my Frito-Lays
Go
the Squad's bass (hey y'all, hey y'all)
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, The Click (hey y'all, hey y'all)
E-40, The Governor, and Richie Rich (hey y'all, hey
an hustlas, get ya bread on mayne (B-Legit!)
Ya Capable (E-40 man!)
Ya Capable
Ya Capable
Peep it.
[Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*]
Eh, eh
Uh
Live an direct
The three, the three
With them lips by Kylie she a freak
She nasty, nasty
V.I.P, need seen I.D. 'fore we speak
See it, see it
E.P.T, Black Rabbit we like forty
feeling like what I deserve I didn't get
But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up
And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up
1997
[Chorus x2]
Now drink up, let's get drunk
let's get drunk
Now drink up, let's get drunk
and throw up in the car, let's get drunk
[E-40
.jpg "Get Low")
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