up My shit bang, my shit bang My shit bang, my-my shit bang Nigga my shit bang, my shit bang My-my shit bang, my-my shit Bang-bang-bang, my shit bang
My niggaz Mobb Deep, drink wit us My nigga Icarus, drink wit us My nigga Layzie Bone, drink wit us My homey Mixey Slick, drink wit us Ol' Dirty Bastard drink wit us My
(feat. E-40, Mack 10) [E-40:] Aight, one O this E Fizee I gotta, I gotta thank my math teacher 'Count Dracula' Who just teaches a brother how to, you
(feat. E-40) [E-40] Youse a fool. You sound like you fin to earl They can have all the armor but that calm doesn't harm [Chorus One: E-40] Double
E-40, Richie Rich) Ha, ha, south, west, riders, south, west, riders. [E-40] Huh! Rockin an rollin, like the car was stolen, on my way to see my weebles
(feat. E-40) [Intro: Bookie] You know what? I'm gettin' tired of you bitch niggas Comin' around tryin' ta put my whole court like I left my muthafuckin
tell me shorty, sittin on the porch with a 40 I gotta find a way to make the money (bang - money) A fast lick, and I gotta do the shit quick Call up my
Bang, Got Into My First Childhood Beef In The Jungle, When Tim Dog Look My Folks In The Eyes And Said Fuck Em' Woahhh, I Never Heard This Before, Now My
love us, they adore us [E-40] Bitches (What) Greasies (What) Hoes (What) Groupies (What) Hoochies (What) Sluts (What) [B-Legit] What can they do, the pimpin' love us [E-40
takin no shit no D) Lets peddles in this bitch til I D.I.E. (Imma hang around this bitch and bang my shit) If we gutta nigga G.U.T.T.A. (I dont play that shit
fuck First I warn you with my rhyme then I'll fuck you with my 9 Don't give your plees cos I don't bang But I'm down to fully slang 40 Thevz end down
rap shit Cuz And lockin homie I'm the same as I always was The shit is hectic I expected nuthin like this shit Hey yo the picture I had in my head was
what's goin' on in California [Verse 4: E-40] Talk to me, I talk back, ain't no need to explain Y'all know my name Y'all know who this is rappin' over
petition [Fool come to me wit ammunition!] Cause the bang-bang, buck-buck, boom-boom, pow-pow Used to be a trick [but bitch - how ya like me know] Cause the Ak-40
lies in the game Pies to my name E 5 to his brain, die for the chain Zeek hit the side of his brain, bang bang, fight in the lane Dip Gang still ride
jew bangs be heavy plus We got the halls poppin We got the dance floor movin back, when we start wylin Only when they play our shit, you reach for my
