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  • E-40
  • Album(s)
  • My Ghetto Report Card (buy)
  • [Hook]
    That's the call of my thugs when they step into the club
    They go Yeeeee! (Yeeeee)
    When you hit the prissy bitch from Vallejo or the Rich
    They holla Yeeeee! (Yeeeee)
    You can catch me in the traffic in the Cutlass or the Maverick
    Hollerin' Yeeee! (Yeeee)
    If you're stickin' like some static we gon' bust them automatics
    Like Yeeee! (Yeeee)

    [Verse 1 - E-40]
    My area code grows some of the best weed in the world, my ninja, we ain't no punk
    They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice 'cause we always smell like skunk
    Sloppy drunk, nine times out of ten, I ain't tryna see me
    Bendin' corners in my brand-new Dodge Durango Hemi
    Pimpin' a lot of ballers, always smokin' mister jolly lama
    Always pullin' me over and searchin' my fuckin' car
    Searchin' my gluteus maximus, flashlight in my draws
    Actin' like some batches is, thinkin' I got robbed
    Doin' it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the lid
    Smokin' spliff, already been, pushing red, 'bout my nig
    Everybody wanna talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark
    Everybody wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that saw on the pillow top
    I get a call from Young Bob, here up out my zone
    He said your Hillside nigga Ned on his way home
    I said well tell him to call me, I love his ass to death
    Any nigga hatin' he gon' take they last breath

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2 - Too $hort]
    (Biatch!)
    It's your partner from the town, mayne
    I see y'all doin' it big, we gettin' down mayne
    Yeah I fuck with the V, Richmond know me
    Wherever niggas ballin is where bitches gon' be
    You can go across the bridge, fuckin' with a bitch
    Don't matter which side, you'll be all up in some shit
    Before you know it, it ain't like it used to be
    Everybody got straps that shoot you or me
    I give a fuck about who, I don't even know you
    Wassup, yeah pimpin', I got my thang too
    And it's cooo, cause I know you know it
    I ain't even got a bullet, ain't even gotta show it
    Don't blow it, it's where the black man stinkin'
    I be layin' underground in a casket stinkin'
    If I slip, I gotta keep my poise
    You hear that 8 away bumpin' man, what's all that noise?

    [Hook]

    [Interlude - Budda]
    Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend
    Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend
    You say that, do that, pull that, shoot that
    Now where your crew at, what you gon' do now
    I'm a west coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
    I'm a east coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
    I'm a down south nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
    I'm a Midwest nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)

    [Hook]

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