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[Intro]
Yeah we mobbin'
Making history
E-40, Too Short
What's up
Sam Bostick on the motha f**in blap
Sheesh
f**in' them up like this n that (that)
f**in' them up like this n that (like that)
Spit somethin right quick
Spit somthin pimp
[Verse 1: E-40]
Look
And a lot has moved but i scored a range rover ow
I used to school to bus
America got hosted n my boxer breather is were I tuck it
I won't ever be sober I'm always drunk as f**
Got an add with all my anckles
She freaky breath look like the b**h from with the thrus of calisia
Her goochy on fire she got that dragon crip
I got her fists n so what? n a bag of lettuce
I'll be there in a second be patient
I'm really still at the house playin play station
Well hittin' the bong and shootin the dice in the garage
Smoking along it been a little bu*t getting a ma**age
Sometimes I lie like a loyar saying things I shouldn't have
But thats what happens when your livin pushin bags
My motion like the ocean
Her legs tho
p**y creamy as f** like ola volailo
(Sheesh)
[Hook:]
[Verse 2: Too Short]
I'm in Vegas
With a few freaks
In a big a** room thats really to sweets
Connected layed out like a pent out
b**h said daddy pull your friend out
Now I'm layin in the bed gettin some head and the party ain't even started sh**
But that's my life i gotta live it
I get up every day n tryn to get it
And if she ain't with it i just come up to the b**hes
You all makin faces but y'all no what this is
This is vicious sertivide pimp sh**
If you see a b**h with me she ain't inesent
So if you wana take her
She's a money maker
You gotta put her in the oven like a honey baker
Cuz' shes hot, burnin' up
Like this b turn if you wanna it up
[Hook:]
[Verse 3: E-40]
Let me telll yu some real sh** tho
f**in' is my favourite sport drinkin is my second
Keep my mouth shut if the po po ask me questions
What happens on the soil stays on the soil
What else
Keep your mouth shut if you see some stuff on foil
Talkin' to the police and tv reporters
I'll getchyou f**ed n itll make your long life shorter
I know a n***a that got shot in his toe and died
I know a n***a that got shot in his frow (thought) still alive
[Verse 4: Too Short]
We don't stand toll free music we in the mix hells dope in the truck like wicks
Old school west coast n***as mu f**us with yo money you better batch those n***as
Tell him rymes for his life
There's some k**ers on the street
Havin' fun every night its crazy
You never know whats gunna happen
Make them every day and keep rappin (sheesh)
[Hook:]