nobody else Take your place, I love you momma Just for that I dedicate this song to you I love you mama! [Verse 3: E-40] My mama hip! My mama ain't no
karats got your girlfriend kinda curious First I drop my verses then I go and drop the chorus Then I'm out the booth back to my trap, you know I'm all
my chain stupid And my rang stupid Girl I'm not stupid But my knot stupid All sets stupid bbs stupid Girl it's gucci gucci And my diamonds fruity My
E-40, Rappin' 4-Tay) [Intro: Rappin' 4-Tay (E-40)] Uh, (you tell me) [Chorus: Rappin' 4-Tay, E-40] [Rappin' 4-Tay] Holler at a player though 40 Water
greedy for the money and power [Chorus: E-40, Rappin' 4-Tay] [Verse 5: E-40] The reason I carry glocks, 26 on my side of my hip Cause I ain't dumping
know how the fuck I get down! knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit! KnowImean? I love y'all niggaz! Motherfucker, my stomach hurts! Bitch, I
in my black mink, your baby momma lovin' my backseat Freak nasty got me slappin' the ass cheeks of Blackstreet So high, I'm so high I feel like I'm
me to lick, I tell you to suck We be mad at each other, but we still what? I do what I wanna do just 'cause I want to Don't care too much about you,
forehead open Rude Boy style I keep it raunchy and funky Like a dirty laundry pile I can rhyme, I can rap, I can sing, I can clap I can dance, you should
I do it to get my dick wet Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my momma's partner So I've been in pussy since I could start nuttin
) Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame) Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane) [Hook: Stressmatic
[E-40] What's goin on momma? I don't know why you trippin [Bosko] I don't know why you act this way, this way [E-40] You already knew what it was from
my folks been locked up or laid down See I'm sayin I ain't shed no tears, no But I'm just happy to be here [E-40] Listen to this, oooooh The devil-me
be Know why them niggas is hatin Cuz when I pull up I don't need identification Make way for the rockstar Red carpet next to a pop-star I'm Obama's momma I
I'm here, I get that Tallahassee love If you love me, then I love you My people love it, when I come through So when I do, I get that Tallahassee love
, I preach through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach
, represent I remember when I was young All my people told me I could Be anything I wanted to be when I grew up You know what I'm saying, and that's it
switches This ain't mine, it's Ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches I swear I love my music, I truthfully hate this business I swear it's like this
