Lyrics:
hit like a earthquake, son I'm gifted
N-i-n-e, came up in lights
I rock mics, down with street fights and chalice pipes
Niggaz know my steelo I'm 40
trouble cuddlin'
In the forty-forty club and I ain't s-s-stutterin'
The name's José, they call me Yoplait
I'm a low fat treat that the ladies wanna lay
when I catch your ass home alone
Hunt you down in your mansion kill you right there by the phone
I'm in my zone where I roam your policies out dated
We keep sticks in that bitch
Nigga talking stupid, we gon' bust him in his lip
40 talk him down, Imma snap him like a chip
I love you, TA
Bitch I'm
Ain't a starvin' artist
Check my wallet (I got it)
Wa$hington but the pocket got benjis (Pockets fat)
I'm taken but ya offer temptin'
Tool in my belt
Pack a wood
Fat as I could
I'm kinda high
I'm very fly
I get on top of the world I break pieces off to all my guys
I peeled the top off the coupe
crack the forty open (get 'em)
Cheers, get put in the trunk
That's my nigga Battlecat providin' the funk
That's the old world, I'm frontline from
but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Uh, what up, world? I'm Nefertitti, true
Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I
the hands
I'll grab you by that forty inch waste, so I can put it all up in my face
Ow
Ha, I like em' fat, ha, I like em' plump
Put them skinny girls in
we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[E-40]
Look out peon, we might of lost
Gregg or my Guy
Uncle Rays on da forklift, rolling right by
I just seen Nobby, bout to link Phil
Mick hail up, when I’m done work big Taylor
Da pretty
Dogg]
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized by The Neptunes sound
My peoples always see me and they think I'm on point
So they roll me
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized by The Neptunes sound
My peoples always see me and they think I'm on point
So they roll me
to hate
I know a nigga who pop Perc's just to get by through the day
I'm from that warzone, uh
I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding
This my life no flex
Trip 6 zip i rep
Script like dope like Xan
Sex maestro in bed
I get bitches sitting on the bus
Blowing money til im henny drunk
the weed, T, ya heard me? Yeah
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I
Vado:
Uh, I'm so cool, plus speak fly
You don't even hear the vroom when I breeze by
I see why, SLR, me and G-Y (slime)
Can't stop, hit the horn at least
really know
They could be hating on me on a low
Demons they circle like a merry go
And they chasing me like a Tom and Jerry though
40 On the dash
And I'm
tryna stay out of
trouble Stickin' and movin' with that sack, I can't
fumble ass be to fat, got me rippin' her bundle
I'm keepin' it on me, so why would
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja,
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I
to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope,
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
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