Dana Hendricks - Clown Wit It lyrics

(E-40) Forty water and Mystikal What cha know about that n***a? Huh? (E-40) What cha want girl? You interested in a thug a** n***a Wit battle wounds and scars Lawyers, doctors, rappers, R&B singers or sports stars? Wig splittas and dome crackers that s all I'm accustomed to Allergic to s**as and bustas and get to sneezin and sh** aaachew! Ain't affiliated wit pathological liars and name droppers Just bosses and mafia n***as Slick talkers and collar poppa s Drug traffic and racketeer bank robbers Young pits pants saggin totin and packin choppers I'm having this ghetto money tryin to stay papered up like a fax I keep tellin all these n***as out this way You ain't got to have dandruff to have scratch Protect yo neck and yo chest See my mentality hasn't changed just my physical address nothin less (less) I smoke wit the gromiest and the highest Takin my chances on hepatitis Sharin my forty s of malt liquor drinkin 211 after any old n***a thinking& (Chorus) Clown wit it, Clown wid it Pimpin mob wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Player boss wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Give a f** wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it I mean sic wid it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Pimpin mob wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Player boss wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Give a f** wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it (Mystikal) n***a you must have been drinkin dog water If you think you can f** wit the bayou godfather Smoke like scaldin water I'm come from the 12th ward Cuts and welts and scars whoever face-off Burnin and turnin they lights out makin them stay dark Body beatin and sweepin keepin em sleepin Heat seekin deletin Cause b**h I ain need cha Feel like bullets hit cha when the rhymes flyin off When I get finish wit cha You gonna feelin Dog tired boss (John Cofey from the Green Mile) Jump shop, hop flight, cop ride and Tellin finally smell it and chop it up wit Fonzarelli These n***as be sounding like they talking bout they on one But when I come they only f** up one run like homerun Fire-bringa Rhyme-singa p**y-banga Young dick- slanga They funky like Kunta Kinte own thang On my bike I'm ridin the f**in rap game on the handle bars (Chorus) Clown wit it, Clown wid it Pimpin mob wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Player boss wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Give a f** wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it I mean sic wid it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Pimpin mob wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Player boss wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Give a f** wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it I'm talkin sic wid it (E-40) Livin in California ain't always to cute Like New Orleans You can f** around and get yo head put on flat in a road rage dispute The poor get poorer And the rich keep gettin richer These hoers keep pourin And the spicks keep getting slicker I play the game for what it s worth Hard like penitentiary steel not soft like a Nerf I know some cats, seriously homey maybe twice Ain't neva been pa** four blocks in they li-a-life Dudes can't even dream a dream about gettin paid Just sittin on the corner sittin there for about a decade I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed but I'm a rebel Some cats'll bury their self alive Just to prove they know how to use a shovel And about you sounding like everybody else a** rappers knock my flow But in the back of your head you really be sayin That their n***a right their be snappin That n***a from the bay I ain't even gon lie pimpin That n***a a fool right their He got a fool style That n***a their can go&go (Chorus) Clown wit it, Clown wid it Pimpin mob wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Player boss wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Give a f** wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it I mean sic wid it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Pimpin mob wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Player boss wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Give a f** wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it I'm talkin sic wid it