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| E-40 Miscellaneous I'm Straight [e-40] Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie Think he mixin some hash with some of that humboldt county grass With dis sleazy from union city, she wanted to freak me When i was sticky but we did it anyway Look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler Up under my seat, why? robbers on my feet Uhh, cops elroy's po-po's wanna glock me Chops, elroy's ran up in my car I hope none of y'all ain't in there crackin on the presedential Under my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin And up in there singin a capella Cause that ain't the way the game was designed You 'posed to see that if you blind Blastin, cocked to the side, blowzin Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp - walkin I'ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklin Pullin out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and i be bossin Chorus: e-40 Where all my hustlers at? Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats? Where all my shooters? dude when you stay, pop collars Smoke tweed, twenty-fo' hours Where all my ballers at? Where all my timahs, shot callers at? Where all my grimies? it's heavy weight Give me the money, the pussy, the car and i'm straight [e-40] I pull up on the set - somebody died? Why all the long faces - playboy, it's dry Dry as in dry? dry as in thirsty Cause we ain't had no work since thursday Know you ain't believe us but i got it, who want it? By the way how y'all been survivin? shoot we been steppin on it! Uhh - cut out the middle From here on out {*cough*} no more scribble Fast quota, fuck a slow nig' Nigga my fetti's just as long as ron jeremy's dick! Eighty-one years olda, pimpin don't trip! Who you be bumpin? e-40 and the click! Uhh, i see the heads know me in the wind(?) Family where you been? the pen, get in! Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the block What you see two crackheads steppin over, what? a rock Chorus [e-40] Gimme a, cadillac with a black man's drank A forty ounce, the ghetto champagne The lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to bounce Take off her clothes and get butt-naked, southern girl down south A record deal so i ain't gotta dope deal A faithful botch, a home-cooked meal Take, i like a (?) estate With them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate Chorus 2x |
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