Lyrics:
thang
Seen my uncle drink forties
Seen cuzzo tote forties
Weed man up the street sell you two for the forty
Independent sick with it KenDough E-40
First
your name flying on the hit list
Y'all niggas buck, won't even pop a clutch on the gear shift
That ain't the hard pose, nigga, you just scared stiff
what you think
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit
to down 40s and smoke grade weed
Now, I'm doing shows with half loot down
Now it's time for me to take ya uptown
It's like that man, it's like that
Nigga I'm universal crackin down south (ya heard?)
Poppin my collar with my dick in your girl's mouth, ha ha
You act like you a dude you get smashed
Ha, ha,
South,
West,
Riders,
South,
West,
Riders.
(*E-40*)
Huh! Rockin an rollin, like the car was stolen,
On my way to see my weebles up in deep
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)
kicked
Only thirteen and already pregnant
I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig
Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids
They were runnin
and already pregnant
I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig
Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids
They were runnin and playin and cursin
kicked
Only thirteen and already pregnant
I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig
Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids
They were runnin
us to discuss
But when we hit, you can't understand how we did it
At home practicing trying to learn how we spit it
Fourty-eight hours of old tea
Uh, E.viLL. haha ya! let's go, ya ya, uh uh
27 tryna reach an empty heaven
Tired every fucking second
you gonna get some tonight
When I drive
Drive by about 40 times
And I slide thru with the 45
Ride through
How ya gonna die
Know I'm gonna kill em
Pop off in that Phantom with the doors suicide
I got a freak in the front and a freak in the back
I'm 'bout to double up
And you know I'm 'bout
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
the hard life...)
[E-40]
I'm so damn disobey'ish, tryin' ta' get by,
Dippin' and dabbin', slick and slide,
Skippin' and skappin', high as a kite,
Outlet outlet outlet
Four high four high
Nah clear out clear out
Point guard
They pick and i pop
Point guard
Im jus dishing that rock
Point guard
I
if I got some plans
So I beat it up even tho she got a mans
Only smoke, we don't pop no fucking xans
Snakes on my collar got me feel like the fucking
that weave, ho (what up?)
Forty-five hundred blow it, there go double C's ho (Chanel)
Might go throw a Birkin bag if you tell me please ho (say please)
all day, all night
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life
This is for my dice shooters, cats doin' life
By the time I get this kite to ya, I
Rolly a get a worst in. Maybe minus way far central poor forty duck a pin.
Milk maid dud bean. Master a load a head. Pill pop a dope a well run general
get ya addy milked out, dont get too horny
Me n' my brother on zaza in Europe, just touring (Slime!)
Pop me two-three percs in the mornin' (Perky)
trynna hop back in ya glee
I can't go broke, go back to robbing, niggas, my pockets touching e
I cant go broke, go back to robbing niggas, we was out there
what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's,
and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.)
Nigga what the fuck they GOOD fo? Nigga let's shoot
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