Letras:
E 40 Tha Hall Of Game

, nigga don't know a damn thang about me You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin 'bout no E-40 hoe Monkey mouthed biatch, biatch Record Hatin' bitches, suave game

' on somethin'-ass nigga But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin' And I'll get to be dumpin' on yo' ass nigga One of the main rules of the game

it hot On the spot, my million dollar spot, uh Major loot, seriously niggaz don't wanna dispute Mysteriously a nigga die, when you play this game And

there to be found If you love someone you should tell 'em often Ya never know when they'll be layin' in a coffin Dedicated to my peoples up in jail Ya partner 40

pop my collar Tearin' down pussy walls in your motherfuckin' daughter M O S, S I E, M U G and K I V, always to with E-40 Hit the air like cubes by a

Ah yeah It's real Gonna put it down All these little crime thangs Homeless the world is crazy boy It's like this It's the way it is Heavy out there, it

Ay 40 mayne, I seen one of yo' hoes Last night mayne, she was just uhh (Hmm) She was tryin' to give that ass Away for free mayne, whatchu gon' do? (Aight

the spot, my million dollar spot, uhh Verse One: E-40 Major loot, seriously niggaz don't wanna dispute Mysteriously a nigga die, when you play this game

have cash but you gotta get in and out if you expect 'em to last Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] 1: Uhh.. pimps and players 2: For sharing your game