and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey [Verse 3: E-40] Oooh, your ass
and moving Tryna to get to you and that booty Tryna to get to you and that booty Tryna to get to you and that booty Girl, I been shaking and acting
Traduzione: E-40. U e Dat.
hustlaz and the real goons Let em know album bout to hit em real soon All you rappers gon have to make a lil room [E-40:] I don't know what the problem
put a bullet in u and man ya yes man Willie da kid um a decorated soldier And um stackin bills like oldsmo Vaseline and foldgers Kerosene and loads of
m a Bachelor, All I do is spachula money Scoop it up and flip it, Hoop it up and zip it Stand over stoves, Soup it up and rip it I'm a chef that coom
some of dat Whatever we be tottin man a le ass flat It's ain't where u from it's how u come and where u be at Where u be at yeah where I be at missouri
the wolfpack Back back U aint notin but a snack pack And when u runnin don't look back cuz im be coming out dat back pack clap clap and rrrat rrrat yaa
Back back U ain't notin but a snack pack And when u runnin don't look back Cause I'm be coming out dat back pack Clap clap And rrrat rrrat Yaa young weezayne
[Intro E-40] Uh, uh, hah! Alright, Mystikal, (BITCH! Hombre!) Mystikal. Alright nigga, this E four O. Huh, E four O, E four O, huh. Finna get it crankin
what Promote and curruptness, or necceary ruptness When I bliss, hiss the fist with [?] clips [?] up those tips between lips and shit Now and dat shitez
What You Thinkin' Dat Muthafuckas So Fast Dat Boi Young Jeezy Im Suppose To Cut Instead Of Gettin Money Nigga Dis How U Suppose To Look [Hook:] I Said Dat
And I done been shot but I ain't learnt my lesson (Yuh!) I bought me some band-aids and hand-grenades And I'd pull tha pin and throw it where ya familly
't square no deal Least you know the way I feel Take all the money in the bank I think I'll just stay here and drink Listen close and you can hear That
as we can Holdin' onto one another's hand Tryin' to get away into the night And then you put your arms around me And we tumble to the ground and then
rounds And while I test him, hey fuck a Smith & Wesson I got my, nine at my chest and I got my dime bag Of stress weed, a 40 oz. of OE and I'm creepin
and get high and petal and push! Organic weed, mystery weed, just purple cush!' I cut the da' rear weld, on my whip, and filled dat bitch up', and now
