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E-40( Earl Stevens )
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Come On
作詞:Samuel Ramone Bostic, Brandt Keith Jones, Earl Stevens
Bitch, I'm a hard head nigga, so don't ask me I know a gang of motherfuckers, say they gone blast me Catch me dippin' to some screw Attitude rude, drippin' sweat, about to finger-fuck this tech
I leave 'em stretch, reaching for a rifle Got him a pump before a nigga to duck to duck I ain't no punk, nigga, this be mine for cease Before them chippers and cheese see we thieves
Give me some Valiums and some Robitussin and watch me do it Dip my cancer stick into some {unverified} balmin' fluid Show your I.D, then pass it right back to me, cousin 'Cause see I'm a minor and these wet daddies Got your partner sweating like drippy ass vagina
Let me up in this bitch-ass club, security or me And my guys gone bum, rush these doors Make it so it won't be no more rap shows Yeah that's what I thought
I see wall to wall hoes, bitches everywhere All over the place niggas Tippin' off their green marbles just so hoes 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 your chest Number three (Three ) Don't be fuckin' with me
Number four, no more toe to toe The only way to let these motherfuckers know, is to flex Wet they ass up leave em' bleeding like a Kotex Boy, we one tight bad ass clique
Niggas in my outfit gone be rappin', rollin over sticks もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Spillin beans, tattle tellin
We be thievi', connivin', they way that we survivin' No, this bitch that's ballin, and tonight's she's callin, Wantin, to know, 'What's up B, when we gone work it up' If we can go kick it and smoke
Get her keyed as hell and maybe hit a hotel I'm on my cell thinkin', yeah, I'm cool with that Hit the Kit-Kat and get her sprees before I get the cheese Pimpin' is a game and I'm lovin' to flirt While my fingers up her tennis skirt
(Distorted come on's)
Bitch, I'm dedicated, you know, to this mob shit Talk back, fuck that get your jaw split Raw spit, that's what you niggas pay me for A hundred thousand fuckin' off down in Vegas Hoe
And you know we the one to get the function bumpin' No shit, we the clique, bullshit ain't nothin' See you fuckin' with some fools Niggas with no rules mobbin' in they old schools, bitch
{Unverified} with the windows up, man, with the heat, on heat on Man, we in a land tacked out Funked in a hamsac smokin' on {unverified}
I say it said, producing, rapping hustlin' That's my bread and butter You niggas better hurry up 'Cause there's money in this motherfucker (Money in this moneyfucker )
Reverend is so hard to find like good boy's 'Cause shit be droppin', have your ass Pissin' yellow discharge, taking Tetracycline
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