Punkin Em Out

Lyrics
[Intro: E-40 & Laroo] Bruh, look who just got in? What's that? They say they got on them boys' domeitory They domeitory? Yeah, they domeitory What you mean domeitory? They helmet, man UH! [Chorus: E-40] We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out, OOOUH! We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out Bruh, we punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out OOOUH! BIATCH! BIATCH! [Verse 1: E-40] Fuckin' 'em up like this, mayne, fuckin' 'em up like that, mayne Push his helmet back, mayne (Back, mayne), OOOUH! Checkin' my tracks for foul play Runnin' these hoes like track, mayne Giving me all they kidnake Don't underestimate what you could probably do (Probably do) To him and his so called goons in his crew (In his crew) Ain't none of my niggas soft, mayne, it's easy to have you offed, mayne For a favor or some chump change (Chump change), OOOUH! Gotta be clever and smart, gotta be sharp like a dart Gotta have money, have heart (Have heart), OOOUH! Me and my piranhas and sharks Punkin' 'em out in the broad daylight afternoon, fuck the dark BIATCH! [Chorus: E-40] We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out, OOOUH! We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out Bruh, we punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out BIATCH! BIATCH! [Verse 2: E-40] A jealous sucker'll crack your china bowl (Over what?) Over tramp bitch with vaginal hoe Where I'm at, they dirty Kill you, throw you outta the car in front your mommy (What about the bodies?) Bodies litter the streets, see, they ain't even buried for weeks No insurance, bro (What did they do?) So they pass the hat around collectin' for the funeral The big homie say he ain't in it but we wonderin' He got cake, we think that he d one who's fundin' 'em He got a house in the hood and the suburbs livin' lavish And a souped up charger same color as horseradish But it ain't about all that old money you got barefaced without the mask We punkin' 'em out, lettin' them suckers have it BIATCH! [Chorus: E-40] We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out, OOOUH! We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out Bruh, we punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out BIATCH! BIATCH! [Verse 3: E-40] (What do 'punkin' 'em out' mean?) Earnin' your respect Never lettin' up, keepin' your foot on them niggas' necks Cuttin' them niggas down, givin' them dudes the blues Makin' 'em say, 'we give up, we quit, bruh, y'all some fools!' I don't put nothin' past nobody, don't nothin' get past me Every city got killers, everybody got a hood MVP Everybody got somebody that love 'em, everybody got somebody that hate 'em Everybody got somebody that like 'em, everybody got somebody that don't See, they thought he was a punk, then he came and dumped It's a whole 'nother incident I'm talking about, another funk They emptied out the cartridge, gave him the whole clip See, his family 'bout that action, they active, they with the shit BIATCH! [Chorus: E-40] We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out, OOOUH! We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out Bruh, we punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out BIATCH! BIATCH! [Outro: E-40 & (Laroo)] Punkin' 'em out (Uh-huh), never lettin' up (Okay) Stayin' on 'em, man (I can feel it) Ya understand? I'm talkin' 'bout, man Comin' through with them big toys, man (Them big things, right?) Rompompom pompom pom pom pompom pom! (Yeah) E'ry day, nigga, for like a month straight (A month straight) 'Til them niggas say, "Brah, I quit, mayne, you niggas is great" BIATCH! What, what, what, what, what What, what, what, what, what What, what, what, what
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Credits
- Writers
- E-40
- Laroo
- DJ Touré