B-legit - H.I. Double L. lyrics

(E-40) Hey ah, which way should I steer ah The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror Pervin like a mothaf**a swervin Hope I don't scrub in my '95 Suburban To go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin n***as tweak Quick fast and a hurry don't worry 40 vision ain't blurry Shorty hit the freeways clownin like that n***a Joe Torre (Celly Cel) What do you know it's siggity Cel That funky n***aro that funky n***a doe Kickin in doors you beta grab ya ho I see ya cruisin in the late night Creepin wit my n***a B-Legit and 40 water, ah sh** (40) We're here-we're there-we're everywhere Highly intox-icated but we don't care (B-Legit) I'm from the H.I.L.L. the place where my n***as bell A mack muthaf**in 12 will send your a** straight to hell (40) A tick a tock, they shook the spot They say them crazy muthaf**as pull out a chop (B) I watch them muthaf**as run I do this sh** for fun You n***as know you can't get none (40) b*atch Chorus- I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O H.I.L.L side doe Spittin straight game is all a n***a know and ahh And they be like... (there they go,off to the liquor store) (B) I tell a b**h what the f** you mean where I've been And so what I smells like p**y and gin I had money to make b**hes to break and if the sh** was out of line I had lives to take I told you from the gate that I'm a mobster Sippin DP eatin lobster Don't get it confused you won't get abused As long as you makin' me them revenues (Cel) That miggity mack, that diggity dang and that n**ity nut Jump in the back of my cut with a tramp s*ut and hit the gut Ain't got no love for 'em all I love to do is dick 'em Pa** 'em to the extra mannish n***a 40 water stick em (40) If I was popeye I woulda told bluto You could kiss my big black royal I'm not funkin' over Olive oil Last night I had a superbad in my room She s**ed me till my dick shriveled up like a prune (Cel) Well pa** the Hussy to the left hand side So I can bend her over hit it from the back and let her ride You know a Sick Wid It Hog gotta put the shake down Shot her to the left n***a hit me with the break down Chorus (40) Beefeater, Tanqueray, sapphire, Bombay ? the punch bowl full of hurricane ethel That'll last a n***a dang near all day Smokin' HERB we gets perved cop a squat Let's hang out at the old Cola spot (B) n***a I'm a Louie smokes damn near Q So can I get a Twomp on my pager bill You been blowin' me up I know you know the code 31 double 07 dash 9 eleven (40) High steppin' Ya blankin off the blanks Cuz I'm a "Rock star"here go dove rock n***a let me use your f**in car All the way to sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday Threw up money tore up a** botch you call the po po on me Told 'em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Solano County Sheriffs pull my a** over, and book me caught me with a gun And a bunch of Alize bottles and they was askin me where I'm from And I said b**h Chorus