I'm grimey I'm one of the big body, blowin' cushions where you can find me For figures, we bust triggers, who could fuck with us? Dub, E-40, Christ
'm a fixture up in this shit like E-40 and the Click Paper all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge Automatics in the kitchen
revenues, I'm gettin' paid fool A ghetto muthafucka witta attitude S I C K W I T I T It's Young Mutz and E-40 This explains why its hard for us blacks
EPMD, Def Jam blazin' Check it, uhh, huh, yo It's E-Dub on the microphone My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome Homes, walk around with forty-four
they concert, it's locked on the concrete I'm Stone Cold, I mean I slap then stomp Then what's to stop my .40 glock from rumblin' your calm streets?
them up What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck And 2Pac was in jail the day HE RECORDED hit him up I wouldn't be outside 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga
rappers And I be with real crips, real bloods, real clappers fuck rappin', these niggas'll push ya grill backwards fasta than Iraqi's when Bush attacked'em My flow semi-automatic
this and my fuckin N-i-n-e? BEEYATCH! Chorus 4x [D.J. Paul] The Last Man Standin'll never be part of the B.O.N.E Comin from that ? 4-0, searchin
now, get naked you beezy G E T N A K E D, get naked (Ay, I remember the first time I met you) G E T N A K E D, get naked (I knew I wanted to get naked
say say say! (Get rich to this) It'll be all slippery, slick wid it automatically? I'm the shit wid it, I'm psyched out, Sic-Wid-It Like E-40 and The
for dem future Come short wit me 9 milimeter Body beater, doesn't pick up Fully automatic collar point beater, uhh [repeat] [Verse 1: Spice 1, E-40]
shot myself and those who I love If I get shot in the dome I'll be dead and gone Pour out a 40 for me and say rest in peace capone Lower me into the
it ain't all good Nigga, we stay crunk in the club Remy and Hpnotiq keep us drunk in the club 9 milli's and 40 cal's tucked in the club E-Roc don't give
automatic, you drop 'em right where it happen You do unto others if you don't want it don't do the cappin Think that's cool? 40 acres and a mule Fuck
them up What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck And 2Pac was in jail the day you called to hit him up I wouldn't be outside 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga
(feat. 2Pac, Butch Cassidy, E-40, Jayo Felony, Kurupt, Ma) [Intro:] Welcome to California Remix [echo] [Verse 1: Mack 10] Uh Westcoast Mack 10, Sly
they concert, it's locked on the concrete I'm Stone Cold, I mean I slap... then stomp... Then what's to stop my .40 glock from rumblin your calm streets
what you need If you want it Got to cop it from me [? ] you can see that it's real Everywhere we go We burn down the hills [E-40:] Automatics & semi'