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E-40 - Spittin' lyrics
[e-40] Woke up in the a.m., toasted out of my cranium Gotta take a shit, took a dump in the mediterranean Flushed the toilet, hit the shower Snatched a fit up out the clos' Miles of a '96 broom handle Hangin half-way out my drawers You niggas better feel me i got patrons to serve Nigga got to starts pay props will deserve Fuck my trunk against my medley An' ya might do dirt, fuck you on my way to see miss chiminey Cause since chiminey is a good friend of me She likes to go ah, downtown She likes it when i, pound pound Here's a whoppin' bitch Call me uh-bah uh-barney rubble stick the beast down, so duck Had the pussy poppin bubbles Scratchin the paint off up of the walls Pickin off in them drawers, rebel without a pause She could feel a gnat sting, swimmin' in niagara falls Now no matter extra meal, managin the place All up in the motherfuckin' tall can face Streets make you broke, forty water ain't no joke Make way, say hey, check my display Buck the shit til your tape busts (buck the shit til ya tape busts) And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit (and youse 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 to the fuckin dome And now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch! Drunker than a motherfucker spittin that shit [e-40] High rank, nigga poor Scratch scratch taller than manute bol Cash rules everything around me 40 why they why they get the money Oh tell me baby gon' be no catchin', bet ya catch before 40 7-11 Ah big danz said a step man, can't win (uh) 1-luv to my niggaz in the youth yo Gettin' swoll, bulkin' up, drinkin' pruneau Y'all stay the same, got some extra whoop i think i need a drink The waiter got me fuckin like me right in here Bitches sooner than i think The lapd's on crack man They shot my nigga tone tucker in the back man Prejudiced motherfuckers! What niggaz need to do is fuck a-lo a-lo key now Squash the fuh-ah fuckin' spot, ain't nothin' wrong? (squash it) Hang with tactical edged (staple?) highly easy To be converted to mack-1 Twice as righteous (righteous), make them po-po's like us Drink with me, second base, and i'm gone for home I drunk a 40 to the fuckin dome Chorus [e-40] I ain't no guide (i ain't no guide) So don't call me hostess (hostess) Nigga don't you know i'm all open to explosives (i'ma explode) Let tha bed bugs bite, sleep light Be ready for the tip-toein phantoms at night When i open em for risk (when i open it for risk) Smokin somethin for the hatest terminator instigator (terminator instant trader) Nigga just bought from traders Tyler lookin for all some of that fit, ya gotta admit Nigglet your life is set why you ungreatful motherfuckas You better get somewhere where they love you at Your life is set why you ungrateful motherfucka I've been strugglin strivin so hard to make my shit obese (uh) Pacin back and forth (uh) Bear to grit my teeth, c-c-l-l-i-i-c-k, northern california beat I feed your ass, with my ambitiousness about the fuckin bumble Lookin ambitious as the motherfuckin bumble Soundin' off car alarms My shit ain't nothin humble Gotta say wassup (gotta say wassup) to some niggaz on my team Niggaz like rec-street and nicky motherfuckin green (motherfuckin green) Chorus |
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