E-40 - 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 blurry Shorty hit the freeways climbin like that n***a joe torre (celly cel) What do you know it's siggity cel That funky n******go that funky n***a doe Kickin in doors you beta grab ya hoe 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, the sh** da 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 (40) If i was popeye with a ? You could kiss my big black royal I'm not funkin' over oliveoil Last night i had a superbad in my room She s**ed me till my dick shriveled up like a prun (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 it's 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, safire, bombay ? the punch bowl full of hurricane 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 here 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 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 salonto county Sheriffs pull my a** over, and book me caught me with a gun And a bunch of alezah bottles and they was askin me where i'm from And i said b**h Chorus