my dick...... [Chorus (Bosko) X2:] Feels like Im in yo pussay........when your suckin my dick........ Gimme Head Hoe [repeats all through chorus] [First verse (E-40
suckin' my dick...... [Chorus (Bosko) X2:] Feels like Im in yo pussay........when your suckin my dick........ Gimme Head Hoe [repeats all through chorus] [First verse (E-40
Übersetzung: E-40. Gimme Head.
winked at me not just something in your eye See shawty you ain't got to tell me what I know That was E40 who said tell me when to go I know I got the
is a collect call) So everytime I press five All he wanna hear is his boy talk fly Up in the fed, and still holdin his head So when he hits the streets
stop Come on Wes, give 'em what ya got Give me the mic and i'ma wreck ya from the start to end But gimme brew and gimme that and i'ma do you in You talkin
-izm smoker, vocal chord woof choker Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo, no no, chill chill, nah nah, hold up homie) We takin' over Gimme your girl, gimme
t front on the brother with the Pelle Pelle leather I'm Show B I Z, my partner's A.G. Chill with Greg N I C E or my brother D R E S And what's up to
me what I know That was E40 who said tell me when to go I know I got the green light and y'all get the red light So if the head right I'll be there every
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
' my dick...... [Chorus (Bosko) X2:] Feels like Im in yo pussay........when your suckin my dick........ Gimme Head Hoe [repeats all through chorus] [First verse (E-40
[E-40] White girl (x8) (White girl" continues to repeat 8X in background) I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl [E-40] Girl
than a hooker?s chest Raps, I make ?em, snaps, I make ?em For duties movin? booties ?cause I shake, shake, shake ?em And I got rhymes, funky funky rhymes E
stop Come on wes, give 'em what ya got Give me the mic and i'ma wreck ya from the start to end But gimme brew and gimme that and i'ma do you in You talkin
consume a whole carton of mushrooms We clear sight, the day lights like the night A closet full of franklin's, a g's paradise A nice 40 ounce of o-e
y'all rollin' around Turn the radio off, hit the underground Break out your seat, the cops ain't followin' Grab a cold 40 moneygrip and start swallowin' But I ain't drinkin', gimme
Take it in a bottle, 40 quart or can Gimme the 8 ball Here we go Ah yeah Drink it like a madman, yes I do Pass me the 8 ball Here we go Ah yeah 40 ounce
