(feat. Da Old Skool) The Perpetating Balling Ass Nigga On Your Block With Slave Money From The Record Company I'm Popping Now I'm On My Way To The Neighborhood
me what you workin with (What you workin with) Show me what you workin with (What you workin with) Show me what you workin with [x2] [E-40:] Make that
[feat. Hot & Laroo T.H.H.] [Verse 1: E-40] Uh! Let me go and knock my verse down and beat this track back This one of em party starters mane make the
sniffin money I throw my hands up and say, "It's good" like Gene Tunny C'mere pull my finger, so I can let the funk flow E-Swift the funk bro, beats to
(feat. U.N.L.V.) [Redman:] Funk doc in the fuckin building, Nigga [Intro: U.N.L.V.] We right back at ya When ya see this shit comin B.G. and U.N.L.
, is you with me? (Yeah!) Blowing smoke like a dragon, my mouth is dry and my eyes is sagging So I flew, cause I felt I could do it Do a dog, 40 ounce
t fuck around with these nuts no more See niggas fakin' just hangin' with the funk But in old eyed junk can always swant with the funk Check it, trunks
rushed Damn now I gots to watch my back again Hooked up with the homies Mr. Mack and the 10 Cause if it's on then it's on let the funk begin I'm goin
shhhhh I take the flags out my pocket Wrap it around my knuckles make a fist and lock it Deposit - a blow to the jaw as I bank him Break a 40 on top of
(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
sip it feels better than a fast nut Motherfuck a Michelob, tell that hoe to strip her clothes Or dick'll be on swoll, buy the 40 or the sixty-fo' [Celph
standin Its more than the hood, E, tell em where its standin [Eazy-E] I got beat for the street to tha beach I'll be rolling Neva see me strolling, 40
Six 40 on the back, Sicx over top Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] It was a dark blue night, nigga toe down sleep Had a 40
on, flow on (flow, flow) [Cedric Ceballos] Now I told you once before its the mad punk kickin rough stuff, quick dunk nigga back the funk up yeah give
600 SEL, a three way split, me, 40, an Cel, about my mail I was bound to have, see you fuckin wit a mutha fuckin Savage. [Chorus x2: Celly Cel, E-40
hurricanes wit my niggas in da click So deep, I can't call it Spend about a million dollas at the liquor store I'm just an alcoholic 40, Water & Legit
quick to blast, so quick to put these slugs up in your ass They be a hundred miles and runnin when they see me comin, bringin more funk than the pussy
it? Better be, better G Than the next wrecks, or else I get vexed No how did this adept kid turn rap? All hips wanna flip when they check the stat But 40
