(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
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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