ll fuck you right Let me get you off that 'dro Lick you down from head to toe I'm a have you screamin for mo'... [E-40:] Uhh! I had to speak, you're
hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin [Chorus] [Tupac] C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich [E-40] Da Bay, beitch! [Verse Three: E-40, Richie Rich
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it! I push the coupey you see in books a crowd around it. Lows drop 'til they y'all like a yellow yacht - sun gleemin'. .40-Glock - right
welcome you all to Webster's Laboratory I'll be your host for the evening, Chris Webby if you didn't already know, Step right in, let me show you around
night was awful nuts bro, wish I remembered But I took a Xanny and shots of SoCo so it's whatever Roll my blunts and pop my E, now chug that 40 just like
' 40 thou' in my stacks, 20 stacks in my jeans No real boss niggaz do real boss things We bout that shit, you just talkin' You'nna slang rocks? Then how
, used to be my baby But now you're not yourself because you shot yourself I had a homie who tried to withside He died, he lied in a closed casket right
40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly when i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chips wit mah
the red strobe to hit it right Stones are screaming, hot lattes, the rosees My robes is a murder statement, you fucking with rode rage Ladies and gentlemen
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! [Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}] (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you
and e'rything Hehehe, that's what we talked about right? Uh-huh... tried to told you, ride with me [Jay-Z] International Hov', I told you so Forty 40
I think ya looking to closely And I don't wanna hafta bust ya eyes Fuck it! Fuck ya eyes! Fuck ya mama! Fuck the drama! Who needs it? Who like it? Who
you know how we do things Q-u-double-e- radio And the question of the day, Is who, and what you rep Caller number 1, you on the line [Verse 1: Prodigy
: (feat. E-40) [Nelly] Aight, yeah (Hot shit!) [Verse 1 - E-40] + (Nelly) E-40 (um I'm goin) Let me breathe on ya man Let me speak upon a man Let me
do And if you take a life, you gon' lose yours too Ain't no trials, it's automatic, you drop 'em right where it happen You do unto others if you don
me? If you don't it's the one that hit you with the WHOO YEAH Used to make it so hot, you couldn't breathe the air [Verse 3: The Original Spinderella
loose, license plate screamin' "Fuck you" drunken days, I wish ya'll knew thug dreams, what it means to you red seams, triple beams 40 inch blings, Ill