lirik lagu e 40 – h.i. double l.
(feat. b-legit & celly cel)
(e-40)
hey ah, which way should i steer ah
the beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror
pervin like a mothaf-cka swervin
hope i don’t scrub in my ’95 suburban
to go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes
peep, breathin on indian cigarette-ganish bidi posin n-gg-s tweak
quick fast and a hurry don’t worry 40 vision blurry
shorty hit the freeways climbin like that n-gg- joe torre
(celly cel)
what do you know it’s siggity cel
that funky n-gg-ro that funky n-gg- doe
kickin in doors you beta grab ya hoe
i see ya cruisin in the late night
creepin wit my n-gg- b-legit and 40 water, ah sh-t
(40)
we’re here-we’re there-we’re everywhere
highly intox-icated but we don’t care
(b-legit)
i’m from the h.i.l.l. the place where my n-gg-s bell
a mack m-th-f-ckin 12 will send your -ss straight to h-ll
(40)
a tick a tock, the sh-t da spot
they say them crazy m-th-f-ckas pull out a chop
(b)
i watch them m-th-f-ckas run
i do this sh-t for fun
you n-gg-s know you can’t get none
(40)
b–tch
chorus-
i’m from the v.a.l.l.e.j.o
h.i.l.l side doe
spittin straight game is all a n-gg- know and ahh
and they be like… (there they go, off to the liquor store)
(b)
i tell a b-tch what the f-ck you mean where i’ve been
and so what i smells like p-ssy and gin
i had money to make
b-tches to break and if the sh-t was out of line i had lives to take
i told you from the gate that i’m a mobster
sippin dp eatin lobster
don’t get it confused you won’t get abused
as long as you makin’ me them revenues
(cel)
that miggity mack, that diggity dang and that niggity nut
jump in the back of my cut with a tramp sl-t and hit the gut
ain’t got no love for ’em all i love to do is d-ck ’em
p-ss ’em to the extra mannish n-gg- 40 water
(40)
if i was popeye with a?
you could kiss my big black royal
i’m not funkin’ over oliveoil
last night i had a superbad in my room
she sucked me till my d-ck shriveled up like a prun
(cel)
well p-ss the hussy to the left hand side
so i can bend her over hit it from the back and let her ride
you know it’s sick wid it
hog gotta put the shake down
shot her to the left n-gg- hit me with the break down
chorus
(40)
beefeater, tanqueray, safire, bombay
? the punch bowl full of hurricane
that’ll last a n-gg- dang near all day
smokin’ herb we gets perved cop a squat
let’s hang out at the old cola spot
(b)
n-gg- i’m a louie smokes d-mn near q
so can i get a twomp on my pager here
you been blowin’ me up
i know you know the code
31 double 07 dash 9 eleven
(40)
high steppin’
ya blankin off the blanks
cuz i’m a rock starhate goin dove rock
n-gg- let me use your f-ckin car
all the way to sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, sat-rday
threw up money tore up -ss botch you call the po po on me
told ’em i was sideways doin about a buck 50 in salonto county
sheriffs pull my -ss over, and book me caught me with a gun
and a bunch of alezah bottles and they was askin me where i’m from
and i said b-tch
chorus
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu yael naim – she was a boy
- lirik lagu brook benton – tell me
- lirik lagu hank williams jr – i was with red foley (the night he passed away)
- lirik lagu dobie gray – good old song
- lirik lagu josh turner – america
- lirik lagu of the wand the moon – i shall feast
- lirik lagu niki the dove – winterheart
- lirik lagu spm – the beach house
- lirik lagu tammy wynette – he’ll never take the place of you
- lirik lagu young dro – top back (remix)