Songtexte:
E 40 Spittin

spittin on the microphone... 40 took a forty to the fuckin dome And now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch! Drunker than a motherfucker spittin that shit [E-40

a bitch if you ain't got no clit) Chorus: E-40 40 took a forty to the fuckin dome And now they got me spittin on the microphone... 40 took a forty

know, Step right in, 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

death of me Cannot run, hit wit the hot one From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done [Eve] Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me Petty

to those that squeal Squeezin them slugs, one love to thugs that died in the field So many names don't got time to spit em, but through my rhymes they

my heart has lots of scars hidden My beats is star ridden, givin trucks and jeeps and cars rythem Accompanied by 40 bars spittin, not from the prospective of Nasism But as N*E

you got? Yo' motherfuckers is nerds Yo, Kurupt, tell these niggas what the fuck you heard! [Kurupt] (Check it out) I heard it saggin' in bandanas Shit to spit

) [Intro: Sway Of Kmel interviewing 2Pac] [Sway (2Pac)] A yo Pac, you work, you gave a lot of love back to uh, some Bay Area artists Like E-40, 4-Tay

when it comes to grabbin steel You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil You'll be spittin what I spit when the day is over Tryin to be me in the mirror