E-40

E-40

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  • E-40 H.I. Double L. Lyrics

           

    (E-40)

    Hey ah, which way should I steer ah

    The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror

    Pervin like a mothafucka swervin

    Hope I don't scrub in my '95 Suburban

    To go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes

    Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin niggas tweak

    Quick fast and a hurry don't worry 40 vision blurry

    Shorty hit the freeways climbin like that nigga Joe Torre

    (Celly Cel)

    What do you know it's siggity Cel

    That funky niggero that funky nigga doe

    Kickin in doors you beta grab ya hoe

    I see ya cruisin in the late night

    creepin wit my nigga B-Legit and 40 water, ah shit

    (40)

    We're here-we're there-we're everywhere

    Highly intox-icated but we don't care

    (B-Legit)

    I'm from the H.I.L.L. the place where my niggas bell

    A mack muthafuckin 12 will send your ass straight to hell

    (40)

    A tick a tock, the shit da spot

    They say them crazy muthafuckas pull out a chop

    (B)

    I watch them muthafuckas run

    I do this shit for fun

    You niggas know you can't get none

    (40)

    Biatch



    Chorus-

    I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O

    H.I.L.L side doe

    Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh

    and they be like... (there they go,off to the liquor store)

    (B)

    I tell a bitch what the fuck you mean where I've been

    And so what I smells like pussy and gin

    I had money to make

    Bitches to break and if the shit was out of line I had lives to take

    I told you from the gate that I'm a mobster

    Sippin DP eatin lobster

    Don't get it confused you won't get abused

    As long as you makin' me them revenues

    (Cel)

    That miggity mack, that diggity dang and that niggity nut

    Jump in the back of my cut with a tramp slut and hit the gut

    Ain't got no love for 'em all I love to do is dick 'em

    Pass 'em to the extra mannish nigga 40 water

    (40)

    If I was popeye with a ?

    You could kiss my big black royal

    I'm not funkin' over Oliveoil

    Last night I had a superbad in my room

    She sucked me till my dick shriveled up like a prun

    (Cel)

    Well pass the Hussy to the left hand side

    So I can bend her over hit it from the back and let her ride

    You know it's Sick Wid It

    Hog gotta put the shake down

    Shot her to the left nigga hit me with the break down



    Chorus

    (40)

    Beefeater, Tanqueray, Safire, Bombay

    ? the punch bowl full of hurricane

    That'll last a nigga dang near all day

    Smokin' HERB we gets perved cop a squat

    Let's hang out at the old Cola spot

    (B)

    Nigga I'm a Louie smokes damn near Q

    So can I get a Twomp on my pager here

    You been blowin' me up

    I know you know the code

    31 double 07 dash 9 eleven

    (40)

    High steppin'

    Ya blankin off the blanks

    Cuz I'm a 揜ock star擧ate goin dove rock

    Nigga let me use your fuckin car

    All the way to sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday

    Threw up money tore up ass botch you call the po po on me

    Told 'em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Salonto County

    Sheriffs pull my ass over, and book me caught me with a gun

    And a bunch of Alezah bottles and they was askin me where I'm from

    And I said bitch



    Chorus

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