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E-40 - Rap, Bay Area Rap

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Duration: 3:08

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[E-40] Uhh H2, 26 inch shoes Big boy toys, air traveller iceman shoes Straight fool, look at the way that I wear my hair Look at the pants and the clothes I wear Look at the way my that my necklace glare Cars exotic pimpskillet narcotics Got 'em pimpskillet, sippin' on some Hypnotiq Pimpskillet a bossy alottamajig, and Sick Wid It We pack staplers and zigs and hunting gear equipment Rug-ers are rigged, I spit at chickens and pidgeons I flip the clippers at falcons and box Chevy's dippin' Thou'n! Smokin' with my next door neighbor Coughin', turtle and tobacco paper Gangsta, read all about it Northern Califoolya got THE talent Play mindgames and talk slick and slide in That's why the P's be poppin' and the mackin' be multiplyin' [Hook] Me and my weeples natural hustlers If you need that then come get plugged by us 223's comin' out the state from us This is Sick Wid It, you can't fuck with us [E-40] The Candyman, in the kitchen with the pots and pans Fiends makin' bass pipes, out of ink pens Where the cherries'll let ya hustle forever But soon as the murders start occurin' they gon' come get ya Soon as the money start to flowin' somebody gon' snitch ya Soon as the rellis get to knowin' that youse a fixture Off in the bushes on surveillance takin' a picture So the poorer get poorer and the richer keep gettin' richer Real like estate, my works carry a lot of weight Never on time, always late on a concert date Get it Raoul, does he know what flavor the Bay Back up in three-one-oh they give me the playa rank Born on a MON-DAY! Forty Bela-FONTE! Skippin' and skatin' and slidin', bouncin' and dippin' and glidin' Spittin' and rappin' and rhymin', ballin' and wellin' and timin' [Hook] Me and my weeples natural hustlers If you need that then come get plugged by us 223's comin' out the state from us This is Sick Wid It, you can't fuck with us [E-40] Boy you the opposite of cold! Your lyrics stick out, like a turd in a punchbowl You don't give a man fish, you teach him how to fish You don't give a broad chips, you reverse that shit I'm talkin' about cheese (cheese) Only time that you 'sposed to do that when, she's yo' main squeeze Got your babies, drive Mercedes No if's or maybe's, that's your lady Quiet on the set! E-40 Belafonte the greatest game spitter of all time beatin' down vets Comin' around the corner in that clean-ass convertible droptop Corvette How can I forget a lil' bumpy face and a bottle of that there Moet I bumped into this HOTTIE at a ghetto-ass PARTY Frankie V jeans I seen, lookin' so fresh and so clean Got her all up on my team, jockin' my glare and my gleam [Hook] Me and my weeples natural hustlers If you need that then come get plugged by us 223's comin' out the state from us This is Sick Wid It, you can't fuck with us [Outro] HOT! 40 Water is HOT! Sick Wid It still HOT! Number one and we HOT! HOT! 40 Water is HOT! Sick Wid It still HOT! Number one and we HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT!

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  • E-40