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E-40 F/ The Click, Mack 10 Miscellaneous Nigga Shit Straight nigga shit, nigga shit [Mack 10] I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til death do us Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us For me to bust a Bay bitch she gotta be the thickest I dig them Bay niggaz cause they Sic'Wid'It and Click-ish Like that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin [B-Legit] I'm a Bay nigga, all in L.A. nigga No matter what you say nigga, long as you pay nigga I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' shit A steel toe mack down to break yo' bitch And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours? We turn housewifes to everyday whores Send 'em up in stores with the false ID to get DVD's and big screen TV's Wanna be like me? I run from vice Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice I know it ain't nice but nigga that's life Black black on the scratch, no tradin back 2000 'llac, can you fuck with that? Me, Mack, 40, Shot and Bosko All strapped down with the roscoes [Chorus: E-40, B-Legit] [E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Click shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit [E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Sick shit, big nigga shit [B] Big nigga shit [E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Click shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit [E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit [E] Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit [B] Hard liquor beatch! [D-Shot] Here I come.. steppin out the Vader They call me D-Shot and I'm about my paper Been in this game since eighty-six One of the first bosses to hit the independent lick Y'all know my dawgs is the C-L-I-C-K Them true boss ballers that done paved the way I throw my Roley up in the air It cost me 25 K, do you think I care? I rolls bodies, as thick as you can get 'em You know them 600's with the V-12 emblems? The rap game's been good to me I like the money and the hoes and the V.I.P. The lavish lifestyle that I live consist of big-ass parties and sippin gin We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce We hit the studio and then bounce [Chorus] [E-40] See I'ma, street walker, gun clapper Papered up hood nigga livin like a rapper If you see me you would think I sold a million copy like what's-her-name? Ice all on my body All kind of bitches be thumpin over a motherfucker for the worst One of 'em got a pair of ?? school college scissors in her purse Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig' (beatch) Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig' See I'm a slick talkin boss playa full of straight mindgames and schemes Find your botch's weakness, get off in her jeans Tell her she's the sweetest, pull her mental file See if I can help cause she's livin in denial (bitch) You liable to find me on the ave, slangin o's Parked on the curb, sippin white Irish ross Smokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes (what else?) Hella perved, standin on my P's and toes [Chorus] [Suga-T] I'm sportin Benzes, Cutlasses, smoke trees and hustle for G's Pop game that pertain to plenty, shoppin sprees Magic shows, gatherings and ceremonies What's your testimony? Ain't nuttin bout me phony I'm a boss bitch botch Known for smugglin heroin balloons in my crotch Beat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the block Teasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit [sung] We're just some real ass niggaz We're ballaholics everyday We're not your ordinary niggaz Our only motive is to get paid We're just some real ass niggaz We're ballaholics everyday We're not your ordinary niggaz Our only motive is to get paid We're not your ordinary niggaz We're not your ordinary niggaz We're not your ordinary niggaz We're not your ordinary niggaz {*ad libs to end*} |
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