Bout' To Pour Up

Lyrics

Droop-E on the beat [Hook] Me and my niggas in this thang and you know we bout to pour up Me and my niggas in this thang and you know we bout to pour up We bout to pour up; we bout to pour up We bout to pour up; we bout to pour up We bout to pour up; we bout to pour up We bout to pour up; we bout to pour up [Verse 1: E-40] UH, hella marijuana and alcohol Talking more shit than a bathroom stall Got a thingamajig on me That'll split your wig, homie Turn your brain to pastrami Fry you like bacon, bitch, when we beef, no bologna Every day I get a kite (What's that?) A will or a letter they write Free my niggas in the pot Counting they calendars, steady watching the clock Three hots and a cot Ear to the street, Doctor Spock Dropped out of school at 1-3 Went to jail at 23 Thanks to the jailhouse library Took up welding, got his GED [Hook] Me and my niggas in this thang and you know we bout to pour up Me and my niggas in this thang and you know we bout to pour up We bout to pour up (We bout to pour up) We bout to pour up (We bout to pour up) We bout to pour up (We bout to pour up) We bout to pour up (We bout to pour up) UH! [Verse 2] Hella jewelry around my arms, we call it furniture She said 'My man get on my nerves like acupuncture' She's sick of that sucker, she cussin' She say he lazy as fuck, a piece of nothin' Walking around this muthafucka gleamin' Block boomin', phone ringing 'What do you need? Whatever you need, I got it, elbows' 'Meet me at 6 o'clock in the parking lot at Trader Joe's' When you're hustling, there's certain things you gotta do When you're hustling, don't let 'em sit in back of you Stay in contact with the smirkish and the grimey Been having the same plug since the '90s Profit flippin', my profit is what I flip, committed to the grit Pushing the skunk, it smell like an armpit Walking around this muthafucka thuggin' Mean-muggin' off alcohol, I ain't talking rubbing…BIATCH! [Hook] Me and my niggas in this thang and you know we bout to pour up Me and my niggas in this thang and you know we bout to pour up We bout to pour up (We bout to pour up) We bout to pour up (We bout to pour up) We bout to pour up (We bout to pour up) We bout to pour up (We bout to pour up) UH! [Verse 3] Suckers need to miss us—avoid me Either you with us or against us—the enemy Pour out a little liquor—Sluricane For our loved ones that's no long with us—pay homage, mayne RIP Makaveli, mayne (2PAC!) Since you've been gone, shit ain't been the same (It's fucked up!) Your nigga 40 in this bitch (E-Feezy) I'm still on like a light switch (Longevity) Playing ball, heavy hitter, not a bunter (Ripping') Rapping circles around these youngsters (Spittin') Sucker shit is contagious these days like the flu I told a sucker the other day 'Your mama shoulda swallowed you!' Bitch, we ain't gotta shoot it out, we could scrap Then after I beat your, shake my hand like after a tennis match, bitch I'd give it to one of you niggas Don't make me come up outta retirement and get up in your business [Hook] Me and my niggas in this thang and you know we bout to pour up Me and my niggas in this thang and you know we bout to pour up We bout to pour up (We bout to pour up) We bout to pour up (We bout to pour up) We bout to pour up (We bout to pour up) We bout to pour up (We bout to pour up)