can sit on the face (Distorted come on) A funky lesson number one, mind ya own, don't be in no mess Number two, when it's confidential, hold it on
Traduzione: E-40. Come On.
look like pimpin I say baby you know you can't stop the boss [E-40:] The definition of a boss, let me put you up on it B-O-S-S, Bread Over Sucker Shit
:] California ain't always sunny California nose kinda runny Might go to church on Sunday And sell dope on Monday One hand on the scale, the other one on
[feat. B-Legit] [Verse 1: E-40] This thang all the way on my got this thang beaten the trunk cruise I'm on a big ass bottle of beast on some motion
is back I cut my head They wanna see me go pop but the streets won't let me take it there As real as they come it's the shortish on me I feel they organic
was known around town Come through with the crew and break the cardboard down Heh... glide [?] Then the whole thing started with the Odd Squad parties Met E-40
don't love nothin, his pockets on slim So when you go outside you better watch out for him [Verse 1: E-40] When my lil grimey nigga come around fools
see boo? 2-3-2-40-59 Left the cold timber hi shortie, think she a dime Me on the Mic showed her be sexing going on talking reckless on the phone, she
I rule haters Y'all can't fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly The boss ni**az, definitely, put it down strictly E.D.I. Amin, until the law come for
cross country like a greedy crack fiend. Now Come On! [Chorus:] Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor Hey Girl, I can
the bed but ain't a booty line spoken Stick a 40 to my lips, I sips and I guzzle A 40-dog "Breakfast of Champs" it ain't a puzzle Grips on my feet and
Intro 1: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}] I'm in the hood man... I'm in the hood all the time man; fo' real son. I come back from all the talk... I come through
(feat. E-40) (Anyway, it doesn't matter much how you feel, you know what you got to do, I'm here to do it, how about you?) [E-40:] Our age, five-years
with a lock pick kit. On the eject for cockpit bench, helicop clip Nazi cops on kamikaze belly flop shit. Roger. Hop-fence-kill-a-crop, monster. We are the tired and poor, we come
was crashin Porsches See niggaz on the way up, see 'em on the way down That's why our four tour buses hit more cities than Greyhound Hip-hip hooray, Tha Liks is on
to ya naked So chill for a second while I wreck it on the Audi Cause I kick that kinda shit that leaves y'all bitches brains cloudy Now we, come to the
