E-40

E-40

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  • E-40 Money Scheme Lyrics

           

    [Jayo] W-wh-wha, what, wha-what what?

    [E-40] BEOTCH!

    Mobster, turn that shit up!

    [Jayo] Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh UH

    [E-40] Sinister shit

    [Jayo] Uh-huh uh-huh WHAT?

    [E-40] Jayo, Jayo smell me on this one



    [E-40]

    Jayo (Jayo)

    I hope I don't ever have to go back to slangin

    llello (llello) but if I do that's what I do (that's what I do)

    *repeat 2X*



    Verse One: E-40



    Grindin out of my Aunties, backyard that's the chronic

    I been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker

    Get on the horn and hit me on my locker, cause I'm fake ID havin

    strikin and drivin on a suspended expired license comes in buy it

    from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices

    Spendin that capital that the big homey advanced me

    in front of me with the next nigga

    I love money plus I'm labelled rough rider

    Known for bringin bitch ass niggaz out of hidin



    [Jayo Felony]

    Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back

    to sellin sherm sticks, but if I do that's what I do

    Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back

    to sellin loop loop, but if I do that's what I do



    Verse Two: Jayo Felony



    I stabs a nigga, and Kool-Aid came out

    cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunderchicken

    Barely livin, and smokin headache with a deuce-deuce

    Now I gotta put my snub nosed back to use

    I'm dangerous it gets crucial, cause I loves conflict

    Fuck a headache I'm jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit

    And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery

    You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch!

    When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin flight

    It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin the roof off this bitch tonight

    As you fall like Guy, for tryin to swipe my pie

    nigga DIE while your bitch give up the Beaumont



    Chorus:



    [Jayo] All my niggaz havin fancy dreams! (FANCY DREAMS!)

    Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (A money scheme!)

    *repeat 2X*

    [Jayo] All my bitches havin fancy dreams! (FANCY DREAMS!)

    Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (A money scheme!)

    *repeat 2X*



    Verse Three: E-40



    KRRRRACK the freight, nigga FUCK the hype

    BEOTCH! You gotta pay me just to BREATHE on the mic

    High, higher than a dust cloud

    Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin loud!

    Systemized, a triple striker, when I was born

    my mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah cause I'm a Rider

    Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine Street

    Narcotic ? bomb preparer heroin provider

    I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin niggaz like the

    like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas

    I like to, like to, finger fuck bitches up in clubs

    Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts!

    Stuck! Gordon's Gin and Donald Duck

    NUT! All on her spine and on her butt

    FUCK! Major clientele (major clientele)

    Then I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo



    Verse Four: Jayo Felony



    ? up the glass is shatterin, bitch it ain't matterin

    They scatterin, see me and forty start splatterin

    The cowards are heartless, so you burn like flames

    Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games

    Fuck a bitch, why? Cause skeezers don't please us

    So I just go around sippin fine wine like Jesus

    And everytime I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote

    Drinkin Moesha Brandy, head spinnin like hundred spokes



    Chorus



    Verse Five: Jayo Felony



    Still drinkin Krypton

    brothers is Snapple then I snap like a snapping turtle

    Nigga, shittin on the world keeps my land fertile

    I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and tobacco

    It's third down and forty nigga

    You know you gon' get tackled

    Get your land while you can old man

    Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran Duran

    Killa nigga put honey on em, and feed em to my hogs

    See I leave no evidence for the police dogs

    Now off the low stroll we go so let's flow

    Lil' bitch, we the shit because the people said so

    You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits

    get these chips even if it means lettin these motherfuckers have it!



    Verse Six: E-40



    Nigga got out of line, I had to ice him

    Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap

    Motherfucker got out of place, I had to chop him

    Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out

    Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood special

    designed strictly for staplin and toe taggin

    Po-Po wrote me up a citation cause I was saggin and draggin

    my b-ah-bitch, by her w-uh-weave

    I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed! Last New Year's Eve

    she tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my attitude wasn't carin

    Backslapped that hoe in front of her parents

    More ki's than a janitor

    It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher

    Smokin on a roach, loitering in a McDonald's parkin lot

    throwin up gang signs

    to ? as if he was some kind of first base coach

    I luh I like my egg poached, hard over easy!!!

    In the drive through, hollerin at her breezy!!!



    Chorus



    *talking to end*

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