E-40

E-40

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  • E-40 Get Breaded Lyrics

           

    Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded

    Sauce Money, get breaded

    Fat Joe, get breaded

    Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded

    Sauce Money, get breaded

    Fat Joe, get breaded



    [E-40]

    My penitentiary family'll

    reach 'fore you make a bet, when you gonna lay in a buck?

    When you gon' bust these suckers upside the head with another dump?

    I ain't no punk I'm like a basepipe cause I'm dope

    E'rytime I touch the microphone, I come with smoke

    Playa potnah whatchu talkin bout? What dey lookin like?

    I just come off a double-album, you know that shit was tight

    and you right I make my drops for the club and the trunk

    Like a pregnant lady come with a album every eight or nine months

    See y'all ain't ready

    At seventeen I had a hundred dollars -- eh-eh, thousands

    Chevy Impalas, ??, Cougars, lower-development housin

    Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it

    When y'all was tryin to walk it, see I was tryin to run it

    Smoked a lot of trees drunk (trees drunk)

    Locked a lot of keys in the trunk (keys in the trunk)

    On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin saki

    I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers, like Liberace



    To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters

    Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz

    Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

    If youse obsessed withcha wealth and it

    More carats than a bunny rabbit

    Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit

    Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!



    [Sauce Money]

    The only way I get involved if it mean more dough

    (uh-huh) Sauce Money, E-4-Oh

    You know they want em, diamonds, flaunt em

    Treat all my hoes like Billy Blank son and Tae-Bo on em

    Whattup ma, too many G's to consume?

    I spit game so I can ease in your womb

    I know what you thinkin I'm just teasin the tomb

    While I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room

    Lobster, shrimpin, never simpin, gangsta limpin

    Went from Sauce Money to big pimpin

    Like bell bottoms, too much flate for some

    Flow so hot got summer scared to come

    But everybody on the track holdin weight

    Five hundred thou', that's the golden gate

    From B-K to Oaktown, pass the smoke round

    Let me find out who broke now, uh-huh



    There's love in the East and there's love in the West

    Coast to coast G's do what you do best, just

    Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

    To all my gettin money chicks if you love the song

    Tell your man if he broke, he dead-ass wrong, you better

    Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!



    [Fat Joe]

    Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Last Don?

    I hate you niggaz with a pass-ion

    Fuck around and get blast on

    My niggaz mad strong and they kill you quick

    Come out or get hit, we the shit

    Think I would lie to you bitch?

    You could die with the snitch, and buried alive in the ditch

    Come five with the fifth, try to slide but you slid

    We the livest of clicks, Terror Squad to the death of me

    Remember me? The same kid that ran triz on Stephanie

    Felony's the minimal, enemies I pity you

    Step to me, c'est la vie, and I'm killin you

    Drillin you with holes in your chest

    You opposin the best

    T.S., supreme, crows on the nest



    [E-40]

    ?? like what you say out here ain't nuttin nice

    For brownie points or stripes niggaz take your life

    with boxcutters, fuck a knife, just for braggin rights

    LOST IN THE GAME!! Drownin sinkin holdin my breath

    LOST IN THE GAME!! Broke miserable starvin to death

    Boom boom boom, BOOM BOOM!

    Crazy weebleations.. BOSS BURN BROOM!

    Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand dollars worth

    of counterfeit bills, marked money and sour dope deals



    To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters

    Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz

    Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

    If youse obsessed withcha wealth and it

    More carats than a bunny rabbit

    Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit

    Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!



    Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

    Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!



    And there you have it

    Three tycoons.. weighin in at 300-plus ya undersmell that?

    Fat Joe, Sauce Money and E-40, ya undersmell that?

    East coast West Coast connection, y'know

    SicK Wid It Records, the new millineum ballers

    Ya undersmell me? Where you come from?

    Beyotch?! You know we do this .. hoahhhh

    A-HOAHHHH! SHEEEIT! BEOTCH!

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