Songtexte:
E 40 Let Em Have It

don't you know I'll have you touchin everything in here" He went for his pistol and didn't know I was strapin Dag nab it, I had to let him have it What

don't you know I'll have you touchin everything in here" He went for his pistol and didn't know I was strapin Dag nab it, I had to let him have it What

break it down (Uh huh) I know you like style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down Wanna

let me show you around real quick, Ha, let's cook some shit up (Ehhhuh ehhhuh) Yeah, yeah, It's that verbal visionary, criminally, literary, Spit it clever bitch it

hotties that always get 'em all stirred up, decapitated bodies dumped on state police lawn just before dawn to let them know my ritual had begun i'd crack a 40

, leading, they try to follow but they're shallow and hollow I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E. they have no key, or

you say you lose the crew and (e)scape with me No need to slow it down you let them other suckas pace the speed, dig it? (yep) Fuck it, I'm a party like

It's about 40 degrees out there I know all you out there listenin to these sounds humpin and a bumpin out in your Jeeps Well, ahh.. you tell em Moe (*

have a wish If we can't save ourselves, then let's save the kids Let the world go, let these babies have somethin' Let the world go, just don't blow