Come On

Lyrics

(Distorted "come on" repeats) [Verse 1: B-Legit] Bitch, I'm a hardhead nigga, so don't ask me I know a gang of motherfuckers say they gon' blast me Catch me dippin' to some Screw Attitude rude, drippin' sweat, about to finger-fuck this TEC I leave 'em stretched, reaching for a rifle Got him a pump before a nigga da-dump da-dump I ain't no punk, nigga, this be mob fa sheez And for them chippers and cheese, see, we thieves [Verse 2: E-40] Give me, give me some valiums and some Robitussin, watch me do it Dip my cancer stick into some embalming fluid Show your ID then pass it right back to me, cousin, 'cause see I'm a minor And these wet daddies got your partner sweating like drippy ass vagina Let me up in this bitch-ass club, security roughs me and my guys Gon' bumrush these doors, make it so there won't be no more rap shows Yeah, that's what I thought I see wall to wall hoes, bitches everywhere all over the place Niggas trickin' off they green marbles just so hoes can sit on they face, uh (Distorted "come on" repeats) [Verse 3: E-40] A funkin' lesson number one: mind your own, don't be in no mess Number two: when it's confidential, hold it on your chest Number three (Number three): don't be fuckin' with me Number four: no more toe to toe The only way to let these motherfuckers know is to flex Wet they ass up, leave 'em bleeding like a Kotex Boy, we one tight knit ass clique Niggas in my outfit don't be rattin' rollin' over, snitchin' Spillin' beans, tattle-tellin' [Verse 4: B-Legit] We be thievin', connivin', the way that we survivin' Know this bitch that's ballin', and tonight's she callin' Wanna know if we can go kick it and smoke Get her keyed as hell and maybe hit a hotel I'm on my cell, thinkin', "Yeah, I'm cool with that" Hit the Kit-Kat and get her sprees before I get her for G's Pimpin' is a game and I'm lovin' to flirt Run my fingers up her tennis skirt (Distorted "come on" repeats) [Verse 5: B-Legit] Bitch, I'm dedicated, you know, to this mob shit Talk back, fuck that, get your jaw split Raw spit, that's what you niggas pay me for A hundred thousand fuckin' off down in Vegas, ho And you know we the one to get the function bumpin' No shit, we The Click, bullshit ain't nothin' See, you fuckin' with some fools Niggas with no rules mobbin' in they old schools, bitch [Verse 6: E-40] Gold grille, fifth wheel with the brains blew out With the windows up, with the heater on (Heater on) Man, we in the land tacked out, four deep In a Ham sammich smokin' on some cannabis Executive producing and rappin', hustlin', that's my bread and butter You niggas better hurry up 'cause there's money in this motherfucker (Money in this motherfucker) Revenue's hard to find like good broads 'cause shit be triflin' Have your ass pissin' yellow discharge, taking tetracycline, uh (Distorted "come on" repeats)