I don't (Don't) I be sideways on two toys, all the rappers call me Unc (Unc) Feasible, unheathable, the best thing that ever did it (Did it) Incredible
housin projects [Chorus] [E-40] Smeb with me, and Nate Dogg M.D. 20/20 see that them breathin alcohol Took a 40 to the head with me Eightball, let your anger out, throw it
accept it [E-40] BEYOTCH! Chorus: E-40 and Hot Boys (repeat 2X) Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (LOOK AT ME) Squattin twenty inch Twinkies (LOOK AT ME
thinkin you done it, I put my fist in it Let yo' bitch get it, serve a D and watch a bitch split it If I ain't wit it, it wasn't enough fuckin chips in
just a hustler don't cha' know I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know [B-Legit] Why don't cha' get up on this mic And spit some of that
s gone do right by you He don't like to go down, fa real Tell him if he don't do it then you know somebody who will [Chorus:] I don't like yo dude The
me I'm the "Q" in quotations and the C-P-T is the location I won't talk in riddles cause you don't need the strain on your brain To make it simple -
the bag you'll be leaving I ain't worried 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even is worth e'rything, it's on B.B.G.N. I son'd you folk, I'm lookin
what I see? The world is the ghetto smoking on " D" my lil cuzzin thirteen strung out on "E" Can't blame him his mamma on "C" Uh O-K-E 27 but she look
when it's time to ride and create some death Only thing I got with me is a 40 of E and it ain't enough left for me to be pourin it out for the next motherfucker
uhh, yeah, yo Niggaz is lame and they ain't firin back And I don't understand how these young boys be admirin rats But don't worry 'bout Kiss, bein a
it If they ask who cut the grits I'ma say E-Swift did it [Chorus w/ minor variations] [Tash] And I've been known to get it on, past the break of the
it's time to ride and create some death Only thing I got with me is a 40 of E and it ain't enough left for me to be pourin it out for the next motherfucker
I wrap a long stem of thorns around the heartland of America Achy Breaky hate me scarin' ya Okey Dokey Oklahoma bombing blame me Suspect unknown stereotype and name me
Two: E-40] Think about it 'fore you pop that shit Cause if they find you witcha crew, they pack split Don't blame it on me [x4] [x2] [E-40] You came