doubt em Me and my, me and my, me and, me and my bitch Me and my, me and my, me and, me and my bitch I love her panties my nigga she love my dirty draws
my hat, Gucci my drawers Gucci my ass cheeks, Gs cover my balls Gucci my pants, Gucci my shirt Gucci duffel bag where I keep all that twerk Gucci bandanna on top my
the more that b*tch gon bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks Son of a bitch
nothing going for me never had a hard day in my life you see except when I took my mother fucking g.e.d. I aint a gangster bitch im just a prankster bitch
love calling bitches hoes Drunker than a bitch is how you see me So nigga (praise the what?) the fuckin' 40 O-Z I gotta bless my 40 or my crew will put me out My
ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin' my
Can't Understand my city's under siege F-a-c-e-M-o-b screamin 'cause i mean it Till these muthafuckas bury me 37-40 pull dat pistol packin gun slangin
bay bay goin off [Chorus 1] [E-40:] E-40 from the bay hey bay bay Hocker me Ratchet like where you stay Im pullin on my chain yankin on my collar Just
) bad bitches roll my weed for me my gucci chain is too g shorty my luis belt cost 3-40 i do it .. last night at a concert with e 40 .. curtains .. in
my bitch nigga (nigga) thats from west side bank, thats my blick nigga me and flockaveli, bitch im sellin like im ? they be by my celly, flip them bitches off my
weed sign on the chucker Hood down, car kinda loud from the muffler Like damn when I profile at the Rucker Bitches got game, I'm above the rim Call my
the power Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps 40 miles per hour I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore Takin' change out the fountains at shoppin' malls Rats can only afford chuck-e-cheese The blood in my
like Christine (Sorry) I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning Hoes in my black mink, your baby momma lovin' my backseat Freak nasty got me
geeked up, girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might
ccelerator [Too $hort] Me and E-40, we rap for money on funky-ass tracks with slappin drumbeats Pay me up front cause I'm not a dummy Promoters like bitches
the E-40 picnic out in the park Niggaz gather 'round fo' some shit to start They had bullets wit my name but we never got to me See me sucka mutha fucka
bitch Fuck yo' drunk-ass and watch you pass out bitch And when you wake up, I tell you anything You fucked me so good bitch, you deserve a wedding ring
[WC] Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH! [E-40] BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah! [WC] Dub Cya, nya! [E-40] Uhhhh, hah! [WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc? [E-40]
