E-40

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  • E-40 One More Gen Lyrics

           

    I'm tryin to hear some of that MOBB

    Make it sound like a gorilla tryin to get up out the trunk

    (Yeah, well let's get this shit crackin then)

    Super duper super duper, trunk rattlin

    (That's what I'm talkin 'bout)

    Old school, in the basement

    (Some shit for the fuckin trunk nigga)

    Magazine Street, Hillside type

    (This is what we do, all day like this nigga!)

    Mobb shit now!

    (Get this shit crackin den nigga!)

    It's a drought on

    (Fuck now!)



    BEOTCH!

    What you holla? What you say? What dey know?

    What dey know about this, so what dey know?

    What dey know about this, so what dey know?

    BEOTCH! Now...

    Strictly mobb, strictly mobb



    I might be rich and I rap, but sheeeyit

    A hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollars

    Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite on that

    I stay on stuff, fuck a cup, I likes to drink out the bottle

    Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? secure my novel

    When, I was fifteen years old

    Straight dope game, I was told

    I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin they body

    Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature cause I'm Naughty Naughty

    La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull triggers

    We do cause trouble cause we dump on niggaz

    Yeah, I'm Just a Hustler, remember that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989

    Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller

    My little sista Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated mission

    Tryin to have it In a Major Way after I was on the late night grind

    Strapped with nines and Desert Eagles, me and my weeples

    come deeper than them skinny bitches, crept on us not too long ago

    Sold our Lexuses and went back to the Cutlass Supreme

    Buster demand they Zima's and forked toes

    Starwise, with the helicopter knockoffs

    My down South thugs call em elbows, turnin heads

    with the personalized license plates with the tremendous bump

    Fuckin they nose, fakin them domes

    Breakin and shakin the neighborhood up, disturbin homes

    Ridin on rims *tires peeling out*

    Reyimmms, slidin through stopsigns, just like them action films

    Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines

    Giving myself up to the Elroy's

    Doing time on the weekends, all up in the county writin rhymes

    It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to

    Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to

    Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to

    Some shit, some shit I can relate to



    Chorus:



    It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to

    Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to

    Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to

    Some shit, some shit I can relate to

    It's just some shit that you can listen to, one mo' gen

    Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin

    Some shit to make a nigga Practice Lookin Hard

    Some shit for all my folkers on the Boulevard



    It's traditional, heavy ass shit for the mobb

    I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind

    Forty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me you gonna resign

    It's too early for this, dude you in your prime!

    I said -- no not me, I won't stop

    I'ma do it for my nigga Tupac

    Sober see, that can't be

    I been pervin all day since six o'clock

    I pull a bootch like a bad tooth

    with the cheapest EconoLodge a nigga like me can find

    Drop her ass off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone booth

    stranded freezin to death... empty handed can it

    Stubborn hella hard to reason with

    It's game orienfested, let me explain it

    I know they say that I been, givin up too much game

    But I'ma teach ya how to blossom with my new invention

    You might wanna pay attention

    I used to sell Kirby vacumn cleaners but I wasn't a punk

    I worked at Mickey D's (what did you make) Employee of the Month

    Livin above my means -- motherfucker that's a bald-faced lie

    Po-po's raid, I got an alibi

    Shot my first video for $20 bucks, motherfucker

    Some cheap shit, Marriot's Great America

    Mean Green hooked me up down South

    Made a name for myself by word of mouth



    Chorus



    Hah... oh what dey know?

    Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?

    Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?

    BEOTCH!!



    Hella..

    The board of weebleizations up in this motherfucker

    The board of weebleizations

    Head Above Water productions

    Collaborated with my motherfuckin nigga, Sam Bosstigili

    Professor Bosstigili up on this bitch ass motherfuckin track

    Fuckin they nose up like this

    Where that nigga Sojourn at, whattup boy?



    Chorus



    BEOTCH! With this here, we mobbin out

    We mobbin out, Suga T (ay whassup gurl?)

    D-Shot (D-Shot ???)

    B-Legit up in this motherfucker (Yo E-Feezee main!)

    Young Muggzy, Keveo (YOU, KNOW!)

    Tap that ass Celly Cel (Whassup, whassup nigga!)

    My nigga Big Bone Tyrone (Big Buddha!!)

    D-Day from A-1

    They doin it like that down they bitch ass

    The Resevoir HOGGS up in this motherfucker!

    (All day smashin)

    There go Max and that nigga Parlay

    LeVitti the R&B singer on they bitch ass

    gonna fuck they nose with that mobb shit

    Fuckin they head like that

    My little young cousin Mac Mall up in this bitch

    from the V-Town nigga I thought you thought all the time

    up in they, bitch ass tall can B (Sic-Wid-It nigga!)

    Cousin C-Bo

    That nigga Otis and Shug singin

    "I hope I don't go back to slangin llello" on they bitch ass

    Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac Shon

    That nigga K-1, Gino

    Smitty, The Funk Mobb up in this bitch ass motherfucker

    Fuckin they heads up like this

    V-Town nigga Millersville I thought you thought

    (Uh-huh)

    Yeah my cousins nigga Down-n-Dirty

    Kamikaze and the Mobb Unit bitch

    I thought THEY THOUGHT!!

    ..

    BEOTCH!!

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