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E-40 - Ballaholic - lyrics

[e-40]
You know my.. my whole def-a-nation is to spit straight game
You dig that? (straight game) I i come from the game baby yknow
I come from this mother*****er, you undersmell that?
Aya, and you know, its like this nigga
Pimped-out all day you know hillside vallejo nigga
You undersmell me? been speakin the real for many moons
My niggaz in the 7-0-7 on down to compton
Im in my fubu trunks, she in her gown
Cause if some cats tryin to have at me,
I sick the canine in the background
Im plannin on splittin my crown but it aint gon be too simple
See Im a baller, I got bars around the window
Rottweilers, pits and (? ? ) doberman pischers tanked up in the yard
While the side of the pistol reads warning: beware of dog!
You play the frog if you feel froggish nigga leap
I neglect my dogs, starvin, sometimes they dont eat
Elroy speak to me about my triple-beam (? ) well I got crew
Po-po, thanks for weighin that shit at the roots
Run with a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads, knahwhatimean?
Big nigga, the size of a football team
I wear these glasses so that I can look like a square
But if you ever see me in a fight with a bear
Dont help me nigga, help the bear!!
Me and my wales, we be coonin
But see you the type of the nigga thatll go in the backroom
And beep yoself and act like yo pager boomin
Yeah man, cause a real tycoon
Gon take this shit from the flo to the moon
Still northstar ridin, six-oh strikin
Switch up v-s cherry chokin the wrist and the pinkie
But keep it loose around the neck and make sure hoes in check
So if you gon fill a nigga cup, fill it up with paper
Cause we ballaholics *****, aint that quiet about this shit
If youre on it spend it like you mean it
Uhh, (? ? ) since I was ankle low to a centipedes claw
I always wanted to play pro-baseball
Weepolization family, thats my favorite sport
But instead Im back and forth to jail and in and out of court
Beotch! serious about my rock shrine
I dont give a ***** how much curtis your shoe had
Nigga your mud dont knead like mine!
I bring the noise like a cymbal {*crash*}
I ***** with (? ? ), make you stick your pistol out the window
Beotch! yall oughta see me at the state fair
Showin off in front of my grandma
Win my little nieces one of the biggest stuffed animal prizes there
Nicknamed charlie but my street name is unc
Ballaholic like (? ? ) nephew lil (? ? )
I know these streets like the task force know dope
I am the streeets, my ghetto pass cant be revoked
Ten percent, I paid my tax, forgive me for my sins
Smoke an ounce of weed a day, maybe thats why I aint go no ends
You see, you niggaz real truant mayne
Runnin around here puttin a black eye in the game
When we tryin to feed yall somethin nutritional for the brain
And nourish yo game
You see theres two type of niggaz in this world:
Those that eat and those that dont
What type of nigga is you, you know?
You see we got the tycoon status
Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out your trash
You dig?
You can call me lawrys cause Im seasoned
I eat (? ) out, but not when its bleeding
Dont get me wrong, I love sex but I dont play that part
I love virginia, but not when the virginias tart
Toss me good, and I might dolce and gabbana it
Gave yo ass some bread, and let you go buy up some shit
Callin yourself takin advantage of my riches
Im tryin to be nice to yo ass
I normally talk bad about you *****es
And got sent to +tha hall of game+ buggin and bein notorious
For slappin chickenheads upside they weave and what (? ? )
Mayday mayday, they callin all patrol cars and units
Be on the lookout for the hillside managler, (? ? ? ? ? )
Id rather fly than ride amtrak
When I make dollars I ***** with cee-lo, then go hard black
Nigga Im forsakin for the likes of rap
Cant put out - like who? like a fat beotch
I know you didnt say cant put out like a fats
Yeah, cause we do this shit
Up off the ground on a pitchers mound
Slidin, to the bad catcher, able to snatch ya
Bat yo g out the pocket
Run it again with a nigga thats in the socket
And it aint my problem, if the hoe hollerin
We all about dollars, and collar-poppin
Nigga, beotch!!!
Baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic nigga
Undersmell this nigga
If you got your ve-hi-cle in your babys mommas name
Nigga youse a ballaholic, nigga you undersmell me?
Please believe in a nigga
Ballaholic nigga, you undersmell me?
If you sittin on gold tennis shoe slippers nigga,
You undersmell me? youse a ballaholic
Dont ever get it twisted nigga, yeah
If you put ten thousand down on some je-wels nigga
Over at your house nigga in frisco nigga
And go back and get it the next day, youse a ballaholic
You smell that nigga? ballaholics nigga
Ballaholics ***** with sic-wid-it records nigga
Ballaholics listen to that mob shit nigga
We stick to the rules and regulations of this mother*****in game
You undersmell that? please believe it, *****-ass niggaz
If youse a ballaholic, nigga (scream it like you mean it)
Youse a baller, please believe that
Thats what a ballaholic is nigga
We ball til we have it all you undersmell that?
Rick rock, youse a ballaholic?
My nigga, my nigga d-wiz a ballaholic
Dont ever get it twitted nigga
My nigga kaveo in the mother*****er with me you undersmell that?
We some fools with it
My nigga steve garvey, (? ? ), you undersmell that?
And that nigga muggsy you know hes a *****in ballaholic
Gold-tooth mother*****in pretty boy floyd ass nigga
I love you to death mother*****er, ***** ya though
***** ya ***** ya ***** ya Im in this mother*****er for life!
V.. a.. l-l-h-o, l-i-c, its me e-feeze-e
L-i-c, its me e-feeze-e
Ballaholic beotch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

E-40 - Back Against The Wall - lyrics

[e-40]
Tryin to make it..
Its been a long road
Sic-wid-it records
[master p & e-40]
Unnnnnnnnnggggghhhhh! (cmon, ooh)
Yall feel that? (I feel it playboy, I smell you)
Its real out here 40 (its real pee!)
[e-40]
Im out here in the slums where thugs be usin, ghetto tactics
Like, choppin up candy canes
Sittin on top of a dried up jcpenney day mattress
Whatever it takes to survive, see thats what I supply
Like slippin and slidin in the grocery store
And settling out of court
Soft white coke a black turn into hard solidses
Thirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wah-wah
The saga continues, the struggles just beginnin
And its hard to look up to snotty folks, cause they be sinnin
pac gone, biggie gone, seagram gone -- and we also lost eazy-e
One of the first gangster rappers of all time
To the most vicious and deadliest disease in history since cancer
To acquired immune deficiency syndrome, tombstone
From the graveyard shift, rbls mister c
One love, to rappin ron and plann b
Victims of the trigger (unnngggggggghhhhhh)
Po out a little liquor
Chorus: repeat 2x
Its not the same, this world is crazy
We out here goin through it all
Everything must change, its gettin shady
Got our backs against the wall
[master p]
Unggggggggghhhhhhh, I shed tears for pain 40, some for anger
Seen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers
Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) only timell change it
And fast money, cars, and *****es got me trapped in this game
And my lil homies ballin, picture me fallin
And momma in the funeral screamin and crawlin
Is there a heaven or hell?
To ghetto kids in the anky only time will tell
And jealousy, and envy, come with money
While crooked, politicians, run the country
And its a, damn shame to see my, weeples vanish
Now they teach us ebonics, what about english and spanish
I couldnt, live my life behind bars and gates
While the government play a game called process to eliminate
Chorus
[e-40]
Case #246, shootin in an inhabited area
They was steady complainin about the dope sellin
But they aint never been evicted, or convicted
They aint never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested
Shackled like an animal for pushin rocks
Dang near choked to death by motorcycle cops
Pepper sprayed and laughed at like that shit was funny
Pregnant breezy threw down on her tummy
Do you ever think Ill ever be able to get
A chance to repent and ask the lord for forgiveness
Before he close the casket, will my son end up growin up
Without a father will he end up bein a bastard?
A bastard -- thats a good question (unggggggggghhhh!)
I dont know, I dont know
Chorus

E-40 - Ballin' Outta Control - lyrics

Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as i turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
Eleven years old dropped in the good location
My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin
Got a nigga seriously thinkin
"how can i kill this odor, and purchase me a lincoln?"
Minimum wage flippin patties - nope
I'd rather ***** around with coca-cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Slave for men - that's what they told me
And i'll break you off somethin suitable
Brought you a key of crack quicker than ?
? recoupable
? future black and beautiful
My partners used to be plucked and ugly
Hangin around them old squeegee boys
Man them the mother*****ers that have love for me
They straight cut for me
Deal me, touch me, l-o-v-e
E-to-the-f-to-the-r-t-y
I spits the shit from the t-o-p
It's me, the e, droppin it nuclear all the time
Mother*****er comin from the mother*****in.. mud
***** you niggaz, you think i sell my soul
But i'm way too cold, mother*****er!
Chorus: levitti
Sittin in my livin room
Thinkin of, a master plan
Tryin to find a way out
Then i snatch the scratch, and laugh
So i painted me a picture
Of a life, to make a dream
Can you feel me now
Ballin outta control, ballin outta control
Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now i'm havin long money, like ross perot, so take
Notes from a big ol' ? pimp, pretty much established
Livin out of hand lavish
Throwin parties ?
With big time folks makin big time cabbage
Become a savage, get swoll by ones
Twenty a drum's established
Six figure digits, just like i tell you like
I got the whole city sewed up in stitches
Your product'll win if you gots top grade
Keep, your law-yers and your bail bondsmen paid
The word on the street's is that i done came up too fast
Mother*****ers want a piece of my soul
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
You don't wanna bring your *****
To what type of ? out of control sittin on tickets
Million dollar spots, technology chops
And a mother*****er proud fool-assed ridiculous
Straight *****in em up like that, throw me my strap man
? feel me
Reverend would you put some blessin oil on my head
And hear me
I never sell my soul cause i'm way too cold
Mother*****er! ballin outta control
Interlud: levitti
This ol' game, kids they run
Never get a second chance
So take me to this world
Now there's always time, to getcha
I guess by now you get the picture
Of what i'm tryin to say
I'm ballin outta control
"niggaz trippin off me cause i was a young mother*****er ballin"
"every other *****in day i'm tellin my sahies how to quit"
"niggaz trippin off me cause i was a young mother*****er ballin"
"we can get it on, we can get it on"
"niggaz trippin off me cause i was a young mother*****er ballin"
"forty-water, straight lettin em know"
"even though my pocket's fat and my belly's bigger..
Gots to come sic-sic-sic-wid-it"
Throw, the hoe
Y'know in a big ass gumbo pot
Full stir
Let it settle to make it lock
Horse races, trips to vegas, frequent flier
"whassup you timah, when your ass gonna retire?"
I ain't knowin
Keep tellin myself that i'ma call it quits
But i got myself
Too much mother*****in cabbage out there runnin in the streets
Lookin up out the way for the one-time
Po-po penelope seriously concentratin
Noided as i watch the back for all of my chemistry
Cause fools be playa hatin
Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks
Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks
Cause niggaz be tryin to make movies
When they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies
I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother
I ain't even gon' lie i'm to'
Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped
***** these niggaz they think i'll sell my soul
But i'm way too cold, mother*****er!
Chorus
[levi] yeah yeah, i'm ballin outta control
[e-40] out of mother*****in control
[lev] i'm ballin outta control
[e-40] cause i'm way too cold
[lev] yayayy, i'm ballin outta control
[e-40] mother*****er! ah yeah
Feel me main
[lev] i feel you main
[e-40] can you feel me main
[lev] yeah, i feel you main
[e-40] vitti can you feel me?
[lev] i feel yah!
[e-40] mother*****er can you feel me?
[lev] yeahahayahahah!
[e-40] feel me main
[lev] i feel you main
[e-40] feel me boy?
[lev] i'm ballin outta control, yeahahahhh
[e-40] every *****in time
All day, mother*****er

E-40 - 1-luv - lyrics

*phone rings*
This is the operator. I have a collect call from
Hey this yo potnah main!
Who is an inmate in a california state prison
To deny charges, hang up now
To accept charges, press five now
Mmmmm..... welllll
One love (one love)
Ohhhhh (one love) the l, the l, the l, the l
One love (one love)
Welll (theres only one love) the o, the o, the o, the o
One love (one love)
Ohhhhh (one love) and the v, the v, the v, the v
One love (one love)
Welll (theres only one love) its the e, the e, the e, the e
Verse one:
Member that game fat bank take skinny bank?
Well now we play skinny bank take fat bank
Thats because it aint no work bein offered main
They act like they aint even thinkin bout us main
I promise I swear the po-po threw my homey in the slammer
Did him bad, wish I had my candid camera, made me mad
Vanilla be swarmin like bees surveillance binoculars hidden in trees
Reliable sources copying keys, oh p-uh-please
One for the life, and two for death
Three damn strikes no chances left
Let me tell ya lil bout me
E-40 and the c-l-i-c we used to have to use
Sheets for curtains, socks for washtowels
I was happy as hell when my cousin gave me his hand-me-downs
This aint no happy shirley temple talleistic crap
This here is serious more realistic than radio shack
Observe as I strike a nerve, reach out and touch my kind
Open up your photo album man, and I bet you find
Folks that passed away, potnahs that been blasted away
I miss you steal some liquor main, who got some tissue
Chorus: leviti and e-40
One love (one love) one love
Ohhhh (one love)
One love (one love) well well one love
Well wellll (theres only one love)
One love (one love) one love
Ohhhh (one love)
One love (one love) well well one love
Well wellll (theres only one love)
Verse two:
Erybody wanna shoot em up bang bang
Way I was raised we had to knuckle up and throw them thangs
We got em up and you know I had to check em swell
Cuz if I ran home and didnt fight back my momd beat that tail
Just received word from my folks upstate
They said uh, they tryin ta, they tryin ta take away our weights
And uh, no more beef and pork just muslim books and fish fork
And laps around the yard with my walkman bumpin this
Now Im bouts ta get married, is it clever
Thought it was, till I got the dear john letter
Been down for ten bucks and got a eight year stay
And I just found out she had her baby yesterday
Aint nobody been to see me yet, but I aint gonna worry
Man ya out there ballin main can you drop a twenty up in my commisary
Uhh, my family thinks that Im a thug homie
When you see my momma man give her a hug for me
And tell her
Chorus
Verse three:
Huh, thinkin back, you gotta watch your back and play it well
Enjoyed myself when I was out there tryin ta get in that mail
We used to kick it at the waterfront the whole vallejo
Watchin the pervin contestses between e-40 and del
Thats what we did up under the bridge fools posted up
Choppin game conversatin gettin toast up
Leanin against my seamless convertible tops and boosted cleaners
Them click boys mobbin deep in cuts, actin meanest
The good times, they gone, here in the can is my new phone
Guess in order to do some right I had to do some wrong
Picked up a package yesterday and I was happy
It was a box and full of goodies from my pappy
Tripped me out aint seen or heard from poppa duke in years
Sent me a picture and some fetti dang they sheadin tears
See first you born then you live then you die
One day soon Ill get another try, one love
Chorus

E-40 - 'cause I Can - lyrics

[jayo felony]
Forty-wadahhhhhhhhh!
Ehhh.. (ehh..) yea!
We do this for life ya dumb *****s, yall niggaz is dumptrucks
The type to ***** up, and getcha eyebrows plucked
Mark my words loco gon have it like motowns heyday
So dope they name us all twice like we, pelle pelle
You better be prepared to call me billy loco gorde
Pop my collar with none other than earl-40
Squab on a square like its high noon, cousin wit tycoons
If you ***** with sick wid it yall niggaz gon die soon
I cant make a fiend do nuthin against they will
I just leave they eyes so yellow you see em and yield
Whoa -- spill the guts of the ones thats not real
So when you see me nigga scream out one shot kill
Gotta, spot on my shoe from all the blood we spill
I get it even if I dont want it nigga like free refill
Yall dont wanna give us our props, yall niggaz gon get dropped
Nigga ***** hip-hop, nigga this crip-hop {*gunshot*} what?
Chorus: e-40 + jayo felony (repeat 2x)
Pimpn why you splurgin? (cause I can)
Why you go up in my beer? (nigga cause I can)
Why you smokin all that broccoli? (cause I can)
Why everybody think you rich? (nigga cause I am!)
[e-40]
Mother*****er ? ? grew up on the undertuckamajig
My destination control the block
Fast ass wad full of ones in my pocket
With a hundred dollar bill wrapped on top
Thirty-two shot extended clip to keep it trill when I pop
Durin the summer its zeniths but in the winter ? ? not
Better believe us dont try to play us for false
Cause its not a game no way no how
Billy loco, charlie hustle and major payne nigga now
How you think I was gonna deallllllllll with it?
***** around and wind up gettin killllllllled with it
Beotch! you booty rappers get penalized, and expedited
Cause dey dont think about they shit, before they write it
We dont sell narcotics with the po-po problems, playboy take a look
We off into real estate, cds, millions of wealth
Used to be crooks still hang around crooks, dealers and ex-cons
Niggaz with lukes and ? ? ? ? shirt on
Players with cake, pushin they weight, try to find the last trap
fore they bloody wrecked illegal corporate scratch
What they buck?
Chorus
[c-bo]
Are yall fools ready for dis? its a loco for sure Ill blast
With billy loco and 40-water we take your life then we haul ass
Tall cash stacked in the basement
Cant leave the house with less than a zip an a extra clip
Niggaz wanna know why I get down like this aint that a *****?
You see my, life on tv cause its the daddy with the ? ? and a p
Niggaz just cant seem to get away from pd while they surrounded me
And houndin me cause I ball hard, on parole and a double-r
Fifty to a hundred gs and je-wels on wrists
Nigga we ghetto stars
Shit my niggaz spent gs to push, drop bentleys
Remi mark sippin, cristal, x-o hennesey
And better believe when we enemies we spray wit these
Every night at twelve have your whole mother*****in city prayin on knees
And still 40-water pass the strap and I blast, still hit the gas
Had to tear his whole mother*****in head off tryin to ? ? the stash
Every man they all man, quick to pull a lick out the brougham
Only reason I rode down on that ***** ass nigga, is because I can!
Chorus

E-40 - Back Against The Wall (feat. Master P) - lyrics

Featuring Master P]
[E 40]
Tryin to make it..
It's been a long road
Sic Wid It Records
[Master P]
UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! (C'mon ooh)
Y'all feel that? (I feel it playboy I smell you)
It's real out here 40 (It's real Pee!)
[E 40]
I'm out here in the slums where thugs be usin ghetto tactics
like choppin up candy canes
sittin on top of a dried up ? stain mattress
Whatever it takes to survive, see that's what I supply
Like slippin and slidin in the grocery store
and settling out of court
Soft white coke a black turn into hard solidses
Thirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wah-wah
The saga continues, the struggle's just beginnin
And it's hard to look up to snotty folks, cause THEY be sinnin
'Pac gone, Biggie gone, Seagram gone -- and we also lost Eazy-E
one of the first gangster rappers of all time
to the most vicious and deadliest disease in history since cancer
To Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone
From the graveyard shift, RBL's Mister C
One love, to Rappin Ron and Plann B
Victims of the trigger (unnnggggggggghhhhhh)
Po' out a little liquor
Chorus: repeat 2X
It's not the same, this world is crazy
We out here goin through it all
Everything must change, it's gettin shady
Got our backs against the wall
[Master P]
UNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, I shed tears for pain 40, some for anger
Seen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers
Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) only time'll change it
and fast money, cars, and *****es got me trapped in this game
And my lil' homies ballin, picture me fallin
and momma in the funeral screamin and crawlin
Is there a heaven or hell?
To ghetto kids in the anky only time will tell
And jealousy, and envy, come with money
While crooked, politicians, run the country
And it's a, damn shame to see my, weeples vanish
Now they teach us ebonics, what about english and spanish
I couldn't, live my life behind bars and gates
While the government play a game called process to eliminate
Chorus
[E-40]
Case #246, shootin in an inhabited area
They was steady complainin about the dope sellin
But they ain't never been evicted, or convicted
They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested
Shackled like an animal for pushin rocks
Dang near choked to death by motorcycle cops
Pepper sprayed and laughed at like that shit was funny
Pregnant breezy threw down on her tummy
Do you ever think I'll ever be able to get
a chance to repent and ask the lord for forgiveness
before he close the casket, will my son end up growin up
without a father will he end up bein a bastard?
A bastard -- that's a good question (unggggggggghhhh!)
I don't know, I don't know
Chorus

E-40 - Baller Blockin' - lyrics

[turk]
Everyday, all day all we do is get our grind on
From sun up to sun down get our grind on
Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank
Send a hit at these niggas so we could be the jank
You now how it is want everything for myself
Want every nigga scorin for me nobody else
Imma dog it aint not secret I want it all
Tha coke, dope, hoes and tha fancy cars
Tha game is cold but its fair nigga
Cant trust no man cuz a nigga dont care nigga
Nigga will do anything just to be tha man wit all tha work
Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter erase you off tha earth
Them niggas cut throats this shit is real cuzen
Better know tha game cuz if you dont you get killed cuzen
Be ready to take a nigga to war behinds yours
Spark when it get dark and leave brains on the curve
[turk](hook)
Why you blockin us
Baller blockin us
You niggas can keep tryin
Aint no stoppin us
[baby]
Niggas baller blockin so they lettin off shots
Tha feds came thru cant stop tha clock
Then why a nigga up tryna close my shop
Lovely came thru in a bentley drop
Tha cadilac truck we painted then got hot
Still runnin thru them hallways toten a glock
Word got around curly tryna close my shop
Tha mail man down bad he can grab tha glock
Tell tha stupid hoe shut up she bouts to get popped
Tha cameras out and them lights is on
Them feds comn thru and they gettin it on
So we duck and hide, supply and ride
Big party goin down wit big wood tonite
So we *****ed tha glocks
Cuz tha beef is rock
Niggas shootin out windows instead of head shots
Believe that playboy
(hook)
[e-40]
Niggas be gold killin
(? ) slippery like grease create yall bin on a (? ) scrilla
Call tha police on a young busta just tryna money mack on a million
You best respect tha game or get yo cap pilled in
Whoopin ass and takin names about my pay
Straight up out tha year 2000 y2k
We aint fit tha bearin ***** bamas, (? ), (? )
How bout atlanta you know
We aint gotta smash pennies to make (? ) no mo (beyotch beyotch)
See I just look like this
Project english left and plain
We use words like its all gravy tre
I spit tha (? ) from tha job
My nigga baby and them law
Tha block controller just seen it all
From white to brown and yellow (beyotch)
Pineapple yall
Leaky brown color to baller blockin yall
Wit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smell
Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ya dig
Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) hoe
Hook
[juvenile]
I know I need to stop but Im solja so ***** it
Besides Im responsible fo supplin tha public
My daddy got shot so Im holdin it down
Outline, out of bounds puttin four in a clown
***** answer when I call make me know you got my change
Is it explodin in yo brain, do you think Im playin games
See thats why lil niggas like u get murder over caine
Put yo self in a spot where u wont be working again
I aint gone let yo partners from yo block confuse ya
You broke em off a package and they tryna misuse ya
Now tell em who got assed out you and me too huh
And bubba want his money so I gotta kill you now
And all these mutha*****in laws tryna take mines
I aint wit that bullshit two at tha same time
***** I might at well give tha dope game up
But beatrice said he got a fresh package that came up
Hook

E-40 - Baller's Lady - lyrics

*yknow in bein player, the new generation they dont understand what its
Like to be a player. I mean everybody they like to be with money. so much
Money flowin around nowadays. people use money to get what they want.*
Verse 1: passion
Mo wheeled, the bonnie & clyde
Mobbin and pumpin til the day we die
But all you haters Im in love wit a gangsta
And I will not stop, I bet you never wouldve thought
I be big-time ballin, cuttin thru the halls and
Strippin with the gs, slippin niggas, please
Your baby girls straight down with a hustler
Never gave the time of day to a buster
Im all about pimpin and I love to mack
Cant stand a silly nigga, nah to hell with that
So I need the kind of nigga that dont see no wrong
The pimpin dont stop it goes on and on and...
Chorus: passion
Straight up its like that Im a ballers lady
Dont trip if you dont understand
Verse 2: passion
My nigga yeah I love him, place no one else above him
Only two in my crew, me and my true thugs and you
Straight up on the rise
You fools better recognise (spit it)
Some dont understand how it be when you roll with an og
So I gotta sneak to creep
But my nigga never sweat em but a beeyatch
Pimpin aint easy but it goes down like this
Chorus x2
Verse 3: e-40, passion
Huh, to all the broads dat be holding me, damn she loves me
Long as I keep poking up properly
So can you live up to your name girl?
I see you talk a good game girl!
If I was da seven can I get eight? (can I get eight? )
Just buy you for goodness sake
I wanna splash in hashin, *? des-o-lust? *
Free willy all up in them guts
Male chauvanist? no not me (no not me)
I put you on the track with a half a ki
Just bring me back my property and keep the rest of the money
And girl go on and treat yourself, go buyin all o my *? kamale*?
As soon as we get home you can ject my bone
All night long, right from wrong
Long range pimpin, l-r-ps
Got em over here, got em overseas
I say relate to nothing else, I need a player like myself
Because the nigga comes correct, gets off his back
A true g doin what hes gotta do
He couldnt help that shit if he wanted to
It gets mo and mo better in the sac
Doin it like it should be, hittin it from the back
Look at me couple more times and one of dem niggas just a mack
Wantin the 6-9 for a minute while hes down in my lap
Its all about pimpin and he loves to mack
Im down for my nigga cos hes straight like that
Cos hes the kind of player that dont see no wrong
The pimpin dont stop it goes on and on
Chorus x3
Dont trip if you dont understand

E-40 - All Tha Time - lyrics

[e-40] uhhhh.. uhhhh.. uhhhh! ah? ah?
[b-legit] you got moesha e?
[e-40] all tha time b
You got your indonesia b?
[b-legit] all tha time e
You got the street sweeper broom?
[e-40] all tha time b
You got your chronic there too?
[b-legit] all tha time!
[e-40]
Might not know how to read and right, but I do know arm & hammer
If the screen from a tweakers pipe turns black, that means its bamma
If its too many seeds in your weed, then chop em down
If your bud gets bogus, then run his ass out of town
Im on the carquinez bridge, terminal three, quarter after seven
Pockets full of hundreds, cant seem to find no ones, engine revvin
Smebbin, talkin hella shit to the cashier
Pi-pis get right behind me askin me how much I been had to drink
And I said, a beer
Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin drunk
Lets see I done hit one, two, three aint no tellin how many skunk
In and out of the holdin cell, blood alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer
[b-legit]
I been in it, all around it, co-founded
Did it when I done it, I musta been blunted
Ninety-six hundred for the two ps
I let the homie k-one run through these
Places that I roam I let the hubs alone
I wonder if theyre trippin at nextel phones
A bad mother*****er for the butter n grits
And you niggaz need to know this shit
[b-legit] you got moesha e?
[e-40] all tha time b
You got your indonesia b?
[b-legit] all tha time e
You got the street sweeper broom?
[e-40] all tha time b
You got your chronic there too?
[b-legit] all tha time!
[e-40]
I got the turf on lock, twenty-six block
One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by eight oclock
Organized crime *****, all the time *****
Get off his dick and get on mine *****
[b-legit]
I be smokin like a broke-down coupe deville
Poppin them generic brand golden seals
Parole cant hold me, and neither could yall
***** me and my click is off the wall
[e-40]
I *****s with everybody to somebody, major factors
To niggaz if you cant understand this shit
Then nigga you must got your mask on backwards
[b-legit]
Tiptoeing through the hood nigga, is no good nigga
Gotta have a pass, so we get that ass
[b-legit] you got moesha e?
[e-40] all tha time b
You got your indonesia b?
[b-legit] all tha time e
You got the street sweeper broom?
[e-40] all tha time b
You got your chronic there too?
[b-legit] all tha time!
[b-legit]
Now the parties dont start until we walk in
Drunk off that gin, down to check yo chin
Im a mannish mother*****er with the chips and bread
And enough, to have your head kind of tough
Bluffin dont exist, we pull the whole cards
Tail between the legs when you walk in the yard
So if you hard, and wanna stay that way
You better watch what the ***** you play
[e-40]
Check it out
Its bring yo own bottle, cause I be likin
To get to perkin somethin awful
And compute that mother*****er slurrin
Talkin crazy to *****es, weeble-wobblin
Burpin, gurgin, stomach growlin off the hinges
Lurkin, torqin my stay highs with red ledges
Im tryin to get that fast quarter, ***** a slow nickel
Run a smooth ass operation without gettin caught in the pickle
Take my cool ass on a vacation that maybe someday stop
Buy me an empty commercial lot
And turn it into a car wax wash and detail shop
[b-legit] you got moesha e?
[e-40] all tha time b
You got your indonesia b?
[b-legit] all tha time e
You got the street sweeper broom?
[e-40] all tha time b
You got your chronic there too?
[b-legit] all tha time!

E-40 - Beastin' - lyrics

[Verse 1:]
UHHH!
I'm elevated
I floatin on Cloud Nine times outta ten you can find with a cup in my aid
Filled to the rim with oil (illuminated oil) throwing up the middle finger
But I'm not an alcoholic I'm just a serious social drinker
They be thinking thumper coatin' don't trust nobody but I
Cause the seamless be plotting and if they could theya try
Like last night at the club, God is my witness
I was sitting at the table, minding my own business
Living it up to the highest, like everyday is Christmas
Some sucka tried to try us, hating on our riches
I guess they didn't like us cause we got all the *****es
They didn't wanna fight us cause when niggas went to...
***** compromising exampling and try to reason
We'll catch em outside of the club and leave em niggas leaking
I be beastin
And now you are about to witness...
[Hook:]
I be beastin
(You be beastin mayne? Hmmm)
Beastin
I be beastin
(Yeah, when I get in the local booth, and I get on that microphone...)
Beastin
["Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker" plays in background]
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
UHHH!
And now...
[Verse 2:]
When my money was hecka small, I mean it looked like it was tall
Punch a hater up in his jaw; he didn't wanna shake my paw
But I used to push that broad, on the other side of the law
When the price is fluctuating go up and down like a see-saw
But I didn't say no 'hee-haw' clown shit
This real I'll slap a busta with the hill on my hammer up out my skrill
I'll take a up-tempo track, put some gang behind my rap I'm like that
Mutha*****a I'm a mack hydro back
Cause you ***** around get snatched I'm from the flats
The hillside to be exact (Biatch!)
Catting off and shipping ain't what this player do son
They're something like seven real niggas left on this earth and I'm one of them
I be beastin... manage lil ole heave
The rawest nigga speaking they call me Earl Stevens (BIATCH)
BIATCH!
And now you are about to witness...
[Hook:]
I be beastin
(You be beastin mayne? Hmmm)
Beastin
I be beastin
(Yeah, when I be up in the function, and I be filling that alcohol...)
Beastin
["Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker" plays in background]
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
UHHH!
And now...
[Verse 3:]
UHHH!
Bosses do what they want, suckas do what they can
AHH-UHH-AHH-UHH-UAHHH! I'm feeling like Tarzan
Got a pocket full of money and I'm confident
Got a fifth the Landy Cognac and some Romulent
Some Romulent? Yeah some cheeba
Cause I only put my strategies of choice is a Teeba (UHH!)
When she was young she wasn't looking all that tight take take Meagan Good for example
Now she looking right
Bout to take her down tonight, I be beastin in the bed
I like em darklight and bright, yellowbone in red
I'm loaded and I'm twisted and I'm faded
In the function getting White boy wasted (UHH!)
Blanket suited pouted wounded
Out my body something stupid
And now you are about to witness...
[Hook:]
I be beastin
(You be beastin mayne? Hmmm)
Beastin
I be beastin
(Damn right I brought my money mayne I need mine mayne)
Beastin
["Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker" plays in background]
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
UHHH!
And now...
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