all my timahs, shot callers at? Where all my grimies? It's heavy weight Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight [E-40] I pull up on the
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my cup I pop, I drank I'm on Patrone and purp, I can't thank I'm blowed, to tha go Don't know how tha hell I'm gettin' home Snap ya fingers, do ya
machine But I got a little bit of paper Misieur Coko with my 40 ounce Let's make a boilin' makah My thing a majid be straight up on swell Like I'm fresh
of brew I'm feelin fresh and new I bless a forty a day So now I never have to have another sober day When blessin' 40s I'm a pro I just thought I'd let
I'm feelin' like what I deserve I didn't get But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed
Can't Understand my city's under siege F-a-c-e-M-o-b screamin 'cause i mean it Till these muthafuckas bury me 37-40 pull dat pistol packin gun slangin
Mobbin and pumpin til the day we die But all you haters I'm in love wit a gangsta and I will not stop, I bet you never would've thought I be big-time
they trained to go shawty kick a door shawty lay out on da floor shawty Trained to go shawty I'm all about that fuckin' bread rock so many niggas i got
I practice what I preach, ridin' vogues and findin' hoes I told her I'd buy some clothes, but I'd be lyin' to hoes I ain't buyin' her shit, bitch I
made it, I'm so elated Got all of the ladies, ohh, nah nah nah nah nah Don't try to play me just 'cause I'm faded Don't think that I'm crazy, wooh, nah
I'm Show B I Z, my partner's A.G. Chill with Greg N I C E or my brother D R E S And what's up to Lord Finesse And I'd like to give shouts to my peeps
fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what?! (Nigga what, it's the Curriculum!) [Canibus] Yo, e'rything is e'rything my nigga I ain't bitter, but if I gave
40 ounces for breakfast i eat fat burgers three times a day so fuck you if you dont like the red paint on my 6 straight i was born in the hood, i be
in P.A.T., man, we be sippin' the barre I'm down with J from Houston and I think it should be But when I'm out in L.A., I fuck with Ice-T $hort Dog
partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib, I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals, I'm just kinda fried I don't know why , I just popped up
, so you know I'm all right If niggas want beef, then I give 'em a hell of a fight Yeah, I'm quick to blow a nigga out the frame I'm insane, pushing
a thong I brings it on (Esham) Bitch, I'm back when you thought I was gone I'm sipping shots of syrup straight to the dome I'm all up in your home, you
