(feat. Bone Crusher, David Banner, Lil Jon) [E-40] When a motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean I mean And a nigga be 70 deep But if a nigga let his motherfuckin scrotum hang over his shoulder And come up and do a WALK-BY on your bitch-ass It's nay-thun Don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
[Chorus: Lil Jon] Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up! (Anybody can get it!) Hoe, niggaz, go pull your skirts up Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH! I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do? I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do? I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do? Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!
[Bone Crusher] Hoes, hoes, money, roll Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do' (BONE CRUSHER!) Bring the pain, to your skull Y'all niggaz don't want a fight, all y'all want is a hug Your bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug Let's take it to the grass and we'll see what's up Y'all knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily I'm amazin; I always bring the heat Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin with me Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky & Hutch Motherfucker don't act like you can't get touched Grindin niggaz bows up and we turn 'em to dust As the crowd go ah-OOOOH-AHH cause you know you fucked up They don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realest Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers This A-T-L nigga!
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[E-40] I sit at the bar and tear up hundred dollar bills My car, my Hummer got 26 inch rims I'm a star on my side of the earth, I bleed the block Promethazine, codeine, water and hubba rock Million dollar dreams and fiends and things of that nature Triple beams and things and T-Mobile paint ya Told myself - I need to stop pushin hop I need to stop pushin hop so I can buy a WingStop My young hyenas be bustin guns, mashin and pistol packin Smokin so much 'dro that our lungs feel like they collapsin Trick I see you and yo' partners laughin Jaw-jackin and scammin and plottin Old soft-ass, medicated, cotton-ass nigga You're out of line I told you once befo' it's dubya dot Bust a Head dot com, on mine, hit the flo'! And don't come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo' Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the Valle-jo Still rappin like I'm po' - BEOTCH!
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[David Banner] I'ma kill a motherfucker's ass if I have to But is it worth it is the question that I ask you To blast your punk-ass And is you bleedin, only to give Satan a damn good reason to play with me, look bitch I'm sayin You don't listen 'less that tec-9 sprayin yo' ass Glass breakin in your home boy, thinkin you fast I never mash out, 'til the iron smack up yo' body Then you pass out, I pray to God for peace I done best to get my black ass out of these streets But y'all don't listen 'less I'm cussin and bustin the shit You keep beggin, and I'ma give it to ya you bitch! In your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs You want war, you will get it for Mr. Crawfordson They call me really really doe, ain't no hoe in my blood A couple slugs bitch you thugs'll give me a hug Real gangster niggaz raise up Y'all sticky ooh-wee niggaz blaze up or get yo' ass sprayed up, bitch nigga!
[E-40] And there you have it! (And there you have it) Anybody can get it (anybody)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
