be around for a minute So get used to it, I was through with it Before most of you marshmallows knew want to do with it Pushing them zones, serving that drome Balling
Akon, and E-40, yeah I know you ain't used to havin' real niggas like me around I'm here to change your whole life girl, so you don't deal with clowns
Til the po po's headquarters up a hub station in our hood A lot of these rappers don't even sound like they believable But you can ask your daddy and uncle about E
the maestro at the symphony Sniff, I'm cocaine, shawty, take a wiff off me Stiff a liffy pisso nigga come and comprehend from me Talk slick to me, E40
A cougar, 40 years cold 40 ounce of brew, 40 this, 40 that 40 at the crap table shooting 40 stacks 40 thousands fans, 40 niggas on stage I heard 40's 40 but 40
VVS stones and a chain She Want a Hood boy [x4] I bet you ain't never seen a nigga pushin' that work Gettin it, how he live stuntin' on the turf [Verse 1: E-40
but most the times I be blitzed I'm having my gouda, my nigga, all on her bitch We ball like we hoopers, my nigga, we hood rich We winning not losing
Show them how to break they ankles, mayne Yeah, E-40 and Shawty Lo Hey, let's go From the West Coast to Atlanta If a nigga gonna hate, well, got damn
a nigg what ups we got some lame as niggas they words dont fade me bruh do they know were we from tell them they need a latter to get on our hype shitt
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, man It's magic, E40 and my partna T-Pain (Nappy Boy) Open up that garage, it's a big fat car With a big fat bow on top It
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes I punch the gas, I hit the brakes I punch the gas, I hit the brakes I punch the gas, I hit the brakes The poor man'
E-40, Shawty, oh, Big Snoop California's finest, West Coast I'm doing everything I can to get my buzz on Trying not to feel this pain no more That's
winter, play me in the summer Play me in the order, any order We got another one pimp Rock, wake 'em up, boy Sick with 'em records, E40, Warner Brothers
sell it Who need it, who need it? I can sell it, I can sell it I got a gold mouthpiece I can sell it, I can sell it Holla at me in the streets I can
than all outdoors, she got booty galore Ass like I've never even seen before She cakey, she pickin' up her money off the floor It's crazy all the ballers
Hustle, my name I, I live and sleep on these streets 'Cause I have got to get mine, my fam, see, we gotta eat So when people ask me why, why don't ever
bobbin' so she can follow me to my ride So I can make a dentist to convince her to open wide Kick her out when I'm finished, take my baller ass back
for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me, pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) Ain't no dope on the streets
