This A Boy

Lyrics

[Chorus: E-40] This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This a boy, this shit clapped This a boy, this shit clapped This a boy, this shit clapped This a boy, this shit clapped [Verse 1: E-40] Here, this muthafucka right here clapped Running my alley, my zone, my habitat I was on my way to the cannabis club and got a sack And was stopping by the bottle shop on Springs Road and brought some 'Gnac And a little bit after that I got keyed (you got keyed?) Went to Phat City and brought some gear from habib I noticed a couple of youngsters kept on staring at me But all they really wanted was a picture of me You a soil celebrity, gotta stay on your Bunyans You never know who wanna slice yo fucking onion I hopped up in my truck, bumped into this broad That I always wanted to fuck, thicker than my brawl Met her on Facebook, ass, titties and all Cold part about it it was yesterday y'all [Chorus: E-40] This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This a boy, this shit clapped This a boy, this shit clapped This a boy, this shit clapped This a boy, this shit clapped [Verse 2: Droop-E] Ugh, going in like curfew Mouthpiece vicious, my nigga this shit'll hurt'cha I am the Sick Wid It lieutenant, salute me Family full of bosses, y'all just hoochies See through a pussy nigga, call that a cat scan All black cap on, looking like Batman Yeah, 'bout that money we don't play around Y'all all talk, all bark like a playground Get down or lay down, sit down or stay down We G5, y'all niggas is Greyhound My niggas get paid now; I call them niggas my PayPals Nigga we run this shit, y'all get chased out I'm spaced out, I'm way out Cut from that cloth, no face towel Ugh, and I had to bring it back Bitch this a wrap like a Taliban hat BIATCH! [Chorus: E-40] This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This a boy, this shit clapped This a boy, this shit clapped This a boy, this shit clapped This a boy, this shit clapped [Verse 3: E-40] Naturally do damage with it, sliding on candy toy Helicopters [?] over our head like balloon boy Hustlers hustling, having they're bread, fuck the Elroy Bully club cuffing, chasing, busting, beating down my cousin Everyday action flashing, like Messy Marv what's happenin' Stacking and rapping, getting my money right, mashing Think about buying me a Harley bike, smashing I hit the club and fucked a couple dykes, tramping Uhh, bitches be loving the way I care Loving the way I wear, loving the way I say Uhh, bitches be loving the way I fuck Loving the way I cuss, loving the way I bust Doing and pitching and skipping and skating and flipping and lifting weight Shaking and baking and coco whippin', twist it making cake Flying and gliding, diving and dipping in my '98 Oldsmobile classic like a Delta 88 BIATCH! [Chorus: E-40] This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This muthafucka right here gone, this muthafucka right here gone This a boy, this shit clapped This a boy, this shit clapped This a boy, this shit clapped This a boy, this shit clapped