Lyrics:
designer but dont get me bent
I can come Givenchy collar and then go cop a Benz
I been sold out by mfs that was posed to be friends
So if you do me dirty
some shottas
City state to state throwin bands make em holla
Put you by ya friends you in blend in wit the dollars
I be poppin 50's like a school boy pop
he dirty
I'm making this art til I'm well over thirty
Or forty, you buying that clout get aborted
You niggas unworthy of being awarded
For anything
the projects
And all of my uncles
Run up on the gang its gone cost ya uh
Gas pack called corona got me coughing uh
Bitch i pop my collar like the bosses uh
All
ya ass out
Cruising down the block tinted windows with my brodies
If a nigga want some smoke he gonna catch this fucking 40 in a hurry
Pop him in his
And I Pop My Shit
Young Buck:
But I Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
These Niggas Want
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
Verse One: E-40, Too $hort
shittin' on em, I smell like a winner
Don't hit the bathroom for like forty, forty-five minutes
Redman and we up in this bitch, huh
I never cruise, I work
bring ya much closer to Jehovah
Definition of a soldier, I told ya
I hold the toast when I approach
It's close at all times by my side in the holster
Click shit, Click shit nigga
Click shit, Click shit nigga
[E-40]
Skit, skank, ska-dattle, made ya truck rattle
Grimey on the grind, extra dark like
a sucker don't like me, the feelin is mutual
I tune my rhyme to a low RPM, then shift to neutral
And crack a 40 (what kind) of Olde E
To slay an MC (how)
playaz' han llegado
So haters got to watch me
Los playaz' han llegado
Put your trago up
Los playaz' han llegado
Pop your collars up
Los playaz' han llegado
they worry 'bout Osama
Blood and Crip niggas lifetime of Jeffery Dhamer
Flashy for the moment I'm on it I pop your collar
Suicidal ain't fucking with
ain't a damn thing funny
They ain't hatin' on the music, they hatin' on the money
[E-40]
My house so silly, my money so silly
I make more in a week
the dollars[02:16.10]You gon' hear the women hollering[02:18.19]Pop that pussy, pop that collar[02:20.33]Take off your sweaters and your cardigans[02:22.14]Cause it's only
keep it up to date or take it back like The Twist
E-Swift is out of town so the Pack load the disc
So, take your ass home, good night, the party's over
keep it up to date or take it back like The Twist
E-Swift is out of town so the Pack load the disc
So, take your ass home, good night, the party's over
me, or get snatched by the collar
The party ain't over till that fat bitch holler
I'm in the house so check the way I flow
Niggaz say I'm fat,
hip, hop, never will I stop
Protect and serve you like Robocop
Well my name is E in the place to be
I like to drink cold old, forties
Drink until
that P-I, E what I bring by
Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleeve, I
Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, I
Never let it go, 'cause
(Intro) (0:00 - 0:20)
UDB GG C2G
I wanna baddie, need me a baddie (4x)
(Hook) (0:20 - 0:40)
By my side (by my!) Ride or die (ride or!) Sacrifice
motion way she moving by the ocean
She wanna play me like Chuck E. Cheese but then ain't got no tokens
Shawty your best angle on yo knees serving on what
dangerous
Throw the 40 on em if he acting crazy
Imma pull up on em rock a By a baby like whoooooooo
Bust down
Bust down
Bust down
Yea
Trap phone
Trap
The game winning shot that'll cove the spread cuz
Forty days forty nights hustling sell drugs
Soon as you get ya money right here come the feds cuz
The game
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