E-40

E-40

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  • E-40 'Til the Dawn Lyrics

           

    (talking)

    Testing testing, Bosko where they at

    Tonight swinger what we getting into



    [Chorus: Bosko - 2x]

    If you wanna dance we can do it tonight

    If you wanna smoke c'mon it's alright

    If you wanna drink c'mon we popping Don Perion

    Doing the damn thang till the dawn



    [E-40: bridge]

    Love me tender, love me sweet, I'm a thug, pack my heat

    All I do is spit these ki's, L-I-P's, overseas

    Get your feddy, stack your bread

    Make them duck heads give you head

    If it's money, bout them dollas

    Jack your stacks and pop your collars



    [Verse 1: E-40]

    Ooooh, fa shiggedel

    So slick, so sly, so slal

    Ghost pick, those thighs, those gals

    Came prepared, to my last show

    Fire it up, wire it up off of the a sal

    Hide in the birds trying to throw it at me now

    Let me breathe on you for a minute as I snatch up

    This fine ass little brusslesprout and I have to apprehend her



    [Chorus]



    [Verse 2: Suga Free]

    Now guess what, what, chicken butt

    Bitch goody goody, wait a minute

    It wouldn't be cracking if my cousin

    4-Tre wasn't in it, goody goody

    Now if you wanna dance, smoke, drink

    We got the party cracking like all for you baby

    Goody goody, god, make a pimp wanna jump back

    Goody goody, don't stop, the beat rock

    Cause we hot, the heat rock, and don't stop

    Believing, just get your money where you're breathing

    This is for the thugs set butts in they laps, goody goody

    And this is for E-40 and The Click in the land goody goody



    [Chorus]



    [Verse 3: E-40]

    I prosaic, chemically imbalanced

    Black folks, lactose and talerance

    Red cup, strictly riding gut

    Hard licking tricking, bitch playa banked up

    Love the baby with the big butt

    Walking up, to my F5-50 truck

    What's your name, Sandra

    Like that, where you from, Atlanta



    [E-40: Bridge]



    [Chorus - 2x]

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