Lyrics:
like Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz that's at least
might be
Yeah!
Gucci Mane gotta lot of fame nigga get your mind right
Or a cries by the twelve like a case of Bud Light
Sell a cush by a bell so you
beams
40 inch blings, Ill Will the fuckin' team
this for my niggas in the Bridge from Queens.
[Chorus: Nas]
Illmatic Ice, Goon, Sonny, and Smitty (real
the Dunn, P., but not the bottle
I keep broads by the (?)
Shape and mold em like waffles
Call em by the palm, get up in they ear like 'Uhh' make a dike
we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time?
It's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky ass
we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time?
It's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky ass
Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in e'ry channel with the Iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
on the verse split
Let it be known, I tote my chrome
Refuse to get caught loose with it
Looking down at my shoe with it
I'mma real baboon with it
40 over there
Choo on your feet
Let me get you out of the Jag and in that Bentley GT
I'm on the west coast, droptop riding, fool
With E-40 sitting with me, we riding,
leavin’ MC’s damaged
When I be on the M-I-C in the NYC in the Bedstuy streets or penthouse suite
I spit sicker than HIV don’t stand by me can’t get like me
who oppose will
Get smacked up nicely
By the smooth macadamian
Who's awfully sheisty
Some thinking that I would switch
But I’m never to ever switch
on the move
Demons run up, they get done up
I'm greeting em' with a
BOOM
I'm greeting em'
With a boom
4-0, it's a sweep
Somebody better grab that broom
I said,
Pasta Rhymes vedo che ti piace assai
Master Chef con asta e mike la tua pancia va in stand-by
If there's one thing that makes hip hop music unique
There's
The best way to get to you is by this music thing
And you might believe
Akon (Akon)
See'mon (c'mon)
Now they know me by
The way I get money
Now they know me by
The way I get money
Now they know me by
The way I get money
Now they know me by
The way I
u should get u a pair yeaa
E40:
i got my rhine stone stunna shade glasses on
they takin picture with me with they lil camera fone
headed to the bar
not the bottle
I keep broads by the (?)
Shape and mold em like waffles
Call em by the palm, get up in they ear like 'Uhh' make a dike wanna turn
tip
That's what I get for trying to be a lover
But never judge a book, by the damm cover
I'm not dissing, and I don't like fishing
But next time, I want
comin up
When motherfuckers roll by bumpin your stuff
It makes you feel good, like when you bust a nut
Now I'm a millionaire, and can't get enough
types that fuck wit me
(throw ya henny in tha sky)
H-o-s-t-why-l-e
(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get
thinking
Eyes don see plenty things
If e burst
You'll know your real gee
Jejely I Dey grind
Na who get money Dey get friend
No love in the street fr pesin
[00:54:00] He saw me rolling weed
[00:55:00] Started preaching to me
[00:56:00] Abeg stop phoning me
[00:57:00] Oluwa still loves me
[00:59:00] Life get as e
Chicks keep getting stung cause they're
All in my swarm plus I step in they dorm and
Get more cheers than Norm!
It's 2004 the world needs more lesbians
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