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| E-40 Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint Of A Self-made Millionaire 'cause I Can [jayo felony] Forty-wadahhhhhhhhh! Ehhh.. (ehh..) yea! We do this for life ya dumb fucks, y'all niggaz is dumptrucks The type to bitch up, and getcha eyebrows plucked Mark my words loco gon' have it like motown's heyday So dope they name us all twice like we, pelle pelle You better be prepared to call me billy loco gorde Pop my collar with none other than earl-40 Squab on a square like it's high noon, cousin wit tycoons If you fuck with sick wid it y'all niggaz gon' die soon I can't make a fiend do nuthin against they will I just leave they eyes so yellow you see em and yield Whoa -- spill the guts of the ones that's not real So when you see me nigga scream out one shot kill Gotta, spot on my shoe from all the blood we spill I get it even if i don't want it nigga like free refill Y'all don't wanna give us our props, y'all niggaz gon' get dropped Nigga fuck hip-hop, nigga this crip-hop {*gunshot*} what? Chorus: e-40 + jayo felony (repeat 2x) Pimp'n why you splurgin? (cause i can) Why you go up in my beer? (nigga cause i can) Why you smokin all that broccoli? (cause i can) Why everybody think you rich? (nigga cause i am!) [e-40] Motherfucker ?? grew up on the undertuckamajig My destination control the block Fast ass wad full of ones in my pocket With a hundred dollar bill wrapped on top Thirty-two shot extended clip to keep it trill when i pop Durin the summer it's zenith's but in the winter ?? not Better believe us don't try to play us for false Cause it's not a game no way no how Billy loco, charlie hustle and major payne nigga now How you think i was gonna deallllllllll with it? Fuck around and wind up gettin killllllllled with it Beotch! you booty rappers get penalized, and expedited Cause dey don't think about they shit, before they write it We don't sell narcotics with the po-po problems, playboy take a look We off into real estate, cd's, millions of wealth Used to be crooks still hang around crooks, dealers and ex-cons Niggaz with luke's and ?? ?? shirt on Players with cake, pushin they weight, try to find the last trap 'fore they bloody wrecked illegal corporate scratch What they buck? Chorus [c-bo] Are y'all fools ready for dis? it's a loco for sure i'll blast With billy loco and 40-water we take your life then we haul ass Tall cash stacked in the basement Can't leave the house with less than a zip an a extra clip Niggaz wanna know why i get down like this ain't that a bitch? You see my, life on tv cause it's the daddy with the ?? and a p Niggaz just can't seem to get away from pd while they surrounded me And houndin me cause i ball hard, on parole and a double-r Fifty to a hundred g's and je-wels on wrists Nigga we ghetto stars Shit my niggaz spent g's to push, drop bentleys Remi mark sippin, cristal, x-o hennesey And better believe when we enemies we spray wit these Every night at twelve have your whole motherfuckin city prayin on knees And still 40-water pass the strap and i blast, still hit the gas Had to tear his whole motherfuckin head off tryin to ?? the stash Every man they all man, quick to pull a lick out the brougham Only reason i rode down on that bitch ass nigga, is because i can! Chorus |
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