(e-40)
Ah f*** it
Ah why'all got your n**** e-40 in this m***********
I buzz I put a step in
(g-nut)
Kickin it in the fac house m***********
(e-40)
Ay, g-nut, spice, xtra-large
(g-nut)
Let em have it
(spice-1)
Went out the house I think it was a Sunday
n**** was runnin with drop top drop havin a fun-day
Kickin it with my n***** up on the block
Talkin s*** drinkin "crooked eye"
I got the fat head rush from the chocolate thai
I'm feelin good I want to kick it and hang out
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the f*** is my problem n****?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip, load the clip, put the joint to my lip
Get the m*********** forty take a real a** n**** hit
I'm sittin on my gat thinkin s*** is cool
Some n***** roll up in an old school
I ain't trippin, ay ?g' you know this n****'s face
I heard the m*********** bass
Of a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Musty dead bodies and a catty b**p, trump
Smellin up the neighborhood lyin in the bushes
Somebody had mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
(e-40)
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Spice-1, you know some hoes gonna go boy
Look here ay look here
They got schemes and scandals out there right?
When that funk is on this here
Check fan, the m*********** gotta be about
As greasy as gravy in order to maintain
So society is a m*********** ain't it?
Ay, whatta bout those n***** on your d*** n****?
Ice spit some s*** about that s*** n****
(spice-1)
Get off my d*** n**** get your own m************
Steady mobbin gaffle the m************ cause my jobbing
Shootin up m************ was my hobby
Stop the tech-eleven on two-eleven I did a robbery
Shot the mothefucker is grenades that I'll be livin
Lowin the m************ like a new pair of levi's and
Used to think the cops were so m*********** friendly
Till they tied my cousin to a chair and broke his chin ?g'
My homies m*********** head like a melon
Slavery is (?????) of convicted felon
So dear mr. officer of the m*********** law
Rodney kind don't need a trial what was seen was what was saw
You could take the n***** up out the m*********** ghetto
But you can't take the ghetto up out the m*********** n*****
Can't you hear the voice of the n***** comin at cha?
f*** you mr. president I think I want to gat ya
I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the piles
(e-40)
I can't get enough, good, good
Good s*** m*********** good s***
I think I'm a little jet drunk m*********
Ay, look here ay I'm off this liquorice rainall boy
You understand that don't ya
Huh, you feel it
Ay, ay look here n****, ay
What I want you to do boy, drop that ill s***
(spice-1)
I'll make this gat sing like m*********** mary j. blige
And reminisce on havin a n****'s last breath when he slowly die
Stang his a** in the chest with the hollow
Capped him in his thr-thr-throat so he can't swallow
Are-a-rat t-a-tat put a buck in why'all
The m*********** six-foot chucky dog
Comin to play with the trigger of the ak
Another real a** n**** from the east bay
?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f?
For the n***** who kid yourself by losin your f***** death
Bloaw! bloaw!
Cap, we do it just like that
Quick to put a m*********** brains in his lap
Smokin up a blunt as I reminisce
Of b***** body bags a m*********** going nutty
Bloaw! bloaw!
Po' bust a knowledge route
Brown, notify his family, f*** it, send his fingers home
Cause the s*** get major, put the ?montgomery? number upon his pager
b**** don't f*** with me
I know a gang of n***** that will shoot it up with me
I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
(e-40)
It's the s-p-I-see-e with ya n**** e-40 (erick sermon)
Roll in to the curb and die
These m************ don't understand this s*** boy
This s*** is so d*** real man
Ay, nineteen ninety-tre-four-five
Ay, I got one of them
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Ah f*** it
Ah why'all got your n**** e-40 in this m***********
I buzz I put a step in
(g-nut)
Kickin it in the fac house m***********
(e-40)
Ay, g-nut, spice, xtra-large
(g-nut)
Let em have it
(spice-1)
Went out the house I think it was a Sunday
n**** was runnin with drop top drop havin a fun-day
Kickin it with my n***** up on the block
Talkin s*** drinkin "crooked eye"
I got the fat head rush from the chocolate thai
I'm feelin good I want to kick it and hang out
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the f*** is my problem n****?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip, load the clip, put the joint to my lip
Get the m*********** forty take a real a** n**** hit
I'm sittin on my gat thinkin s*** is cool
Some n***** roll up in an old school
I ain't trippin, ay ?g' you know this n****'s face
I heard the m*********** bass
Of a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Musty dead bodies and a catty b**p, trump
Smellin up the neighborhood lyin in the bushes
Somebody had mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
(e-40)
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Spice-1, you know some hoes gonna go boy
Look here ay look here
They got schemes and scandals out there right?
When that funk is on this here
Check fan, the m*********** gotta be about
As greasy as gravy in order to maintain
So society is a m*********** ain't it?
Ay, whatta bout those n***** on your d*** n****?
Ice spit some s*** about that s*** n****
(spice-1)
Get off my d*** n**** get your own m************
Steady mobbin gaffle the m************ cause my jobbing
Shootin up m************ was my hobby
Stop the tech-eleven on two-eleven I did a robbery
Shot the mothefucker is grenades that I'll be livin
Lowin the m************ like a new pair of levi's and
Used to think the cops were so m*********** friendly
Till they tied my cousin to a chair and broke his chin ?g'
My homies m*********** head like a melon
Slavery is (?????) of convicted felon
So dear mr. officer of the m*********** law
Rodney kind don't need a trial what was seen was what was saw
You could take the n***** up out the m*********** ghetto
But you can't take the ghetto up out the m*********** n*****
Can't you hear the voice of the n***** comin at cha?
f*** you mr. president I think I want to gat ya
I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the piles
(e-40)
I can't get enough, good, good
Good s*** m*********** good s***
I think I'm a little jet drunk m*********
Ay, look here ay I'm off this liquorice rainall boy
You understand that don't ya
Huh, you feel it
Ay, ay look here n****, ay
What I want you to do boy, drop that ill s***
(spice-1)
I'll make this gat sing like m*********** mary j. blige
And reminisce on havin a n****'s last breath when he slowly die
Stang his a** in the chest with the hollow
Capped him in his thr-thr-throat so he can't swallow
Are-a-rat t-a-tat put a buck in why'all
The m*********** six-foot chucky dog
Comin to play with the trigger of the ak
Another real a** n**** from the east bay
?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f?
For the n***** who kid yourself by losin your f***** death
Bloaw! bloaw!
Cap, we do it just like that
Quick to put a m*********** brains in his lap
Smokin up a blunt as I reminisce
Of b***** body bags a m*********** going nutty
Bloaw! bloaw!
Po' bust a knowledge route
Brown, notify his family, f*** it, send his fingers home
Cause the s*** get major, put the ?montgomery? number upon his pager
b**** don't f*** with me
I know a gang of n***** that will shoot it up with me
I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
(e-40)
It's the s-p-I-see-e with ya n**** e-40 (erick sermon)
Roll in to the curb and die
These m************ don't understand this s*** boy
This s*** is so d*** real man
Ay, nineteen ninety-tre-four-five
Ay, I got one of them
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers