Laylaw - Drugs lyrics

[Verse 1: E-40] This thang all the way mobbed out This thang beatin' the trunk loose I'm on a big a** bottle of Goose and some Ocean Spray cranberry juice And I strongly suggest that you don't sit in my transportation Cause the slap is so severe, and the beats excruciating My amps my pop your ear, and possibly collapse yo lung What color is your exterior? The same as grey poupon What is you a baller? Yeah but not Lebron Then what kind of baller are you? The kind that sell heron The kind that lives his life illegal, tote a gun and desert eagle Mobster like Bugsy Siegel, I listen to 40 music Don't f** with too many people mane most of them rappers fake See Feezy be speaking on some sh** that I can relate When I was in the shoe his CDs is what got me through My n***a from Nebraska put me up on dude, uhh The grit don't quit and my hustle'll never pause UH OH! Here come the law I got dope in my draws BEATCH! [Hook: x2] We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front seat Been to hella corners in my new school, one deep Every hood I'm in I get love from the plug And I probably sold your family member d** (d**) [Verse 2: B-Legit] How much money can a man make? I'm on the block cooking chickens with the pancakes And my fan base love to get high with me Get tipsy prolly slip they own self a micky Get em Vicky B-le, he be militant Send the whole fifty clip through ya ligaments Got a knot, pocket full of them Benjamin's Move bricks like I'm try'na build a pyramid sh** 40 Glock with the laser dot And I can make mash potatoes outta tater tots Action talk and I don't really like to talk alot Block move like James, Wade and Chris Bosh Let's get it, I'm the real boss with the plug I don't play I'm the n***a man I run the club Keep it rough I'm in there doing hella stuff Pa** puff and they smell it when I light it up n***a what? [Hook: x2] We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front seat Bendin hella corners in my new school, one deep Every hood I'm in I get love from the plug And I probably sold your family member d** (d**) [Verse 3: E-40] What you do for a living a little bit of this a little bit of that If I ain't got it I know where to get it or I can take you to where it's at I can probably get'chu a deal, get'cha thirty percent off the sack Depending on how many you want, and how much dough that a hustler got f**in' right now y'all beefing, then circling yo block Came to the right place, I got chops fresh out the box Can have a fools erased, if you want me too I can But I gotta be honest with'chu it's goin cost you twenty grand And I been with the gumbo pot too, I was taught by the best, Raul See Raul been the neighborhood iron chef since 1982 Raul stay clockin' loot, the boys in blue ain't gotta clue Raul ain't never popped, caught with a spoon or residue Well what about some weed you got it? I beg your pardon I gotta hella connections my Negro my people they got gardens Need a fake ID or benefit card, times is hard You know Christmas is coming up, I got them gift cards [Hook: x2] We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front seat Bendin' hella corners in my new school, one deep Every hood I'm in I get love from the plug And I probably sold your family member d** (d**)