(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
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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
(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