作词 : Jones, Kante, Stevens | |
[e-40] uhhhh.. uhhhh.. uhhhh! ah? ah? | |
[b-legit] you got moesha e? | |
[e-40] all tha time b | |
You got your indonesia b? | |
[b-legit] all tha time e | |
You got the street sweeper broom? | |
[e-40] all tha time b | |
You got your chronic there too? | |
[b-legit] all tha time! | |
[e-40] | |
Might not know how to read and right, but i do know arm & hammer | |
If the screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black, that means it's bamma | |
If it's too many seeds in your weed, then chop em down | |
If your bud gets bogus, then run his ass out of town | |
I'm on the carquinez bridge, terminal three, quarter after seven | |
Pockets full of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine revvin | |
Smebbin, talkin hella shit to the cashier | |
Pi-pi's get right behind me askin me how much i been had to drink | |
And i said, "a beer" | |
Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin drunk | |
Let's see i done hit one, two, three ain't no tellin how many skunk | |
In and out of the holdin cell, blood alcohol like a warrior | |
And i refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer | |
[b-legit] | |
I been in it, all around it, co-founded | |
Did it when i done it, i musta been blunted | |
Ninety-six hundred for the two p's | |
I let the homie k-one run through these | |
Places that i roam i let the hubs alone | |
I wonder if they're trippin at nextel phones | |
A bad mother****er for the butter n grits | |
And you niggaz need to know this shit | |
[b-legit] you got moesha e? | |
[e-40] all tha time b | |
You got your indonesia b? | |
[b-legit] all tha time e | |
You got the street sweeper broom? | |
[e-40] all tha time b | |
You got your chronic there too? | |
[b-legit] all tha time! | |
[e-40] | |
I got the turf on lock, twenty-six block | |
One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by eight o'clock | |
Organized crime bitch, all the time bitch | |
Get off his dick and get on mine bitch | |
[b-legit] | |
I be smokin like a broke-down coupe deville | |
Poppin them generic brand golden seals | |
Parole can't hold me, and neither could y'all | |
Bitch me and my click is off the wall | |
[e-40] | |
I ****s with everybody to somebody, major factors | |
To niggaz if you can't understand this shit | |
Then nigga you must got your mask on backwards | |
[b-legit] | |
Tiptoeing through the hood nigga, is no good nigga | |
Gotta have a pass, so we get that ass | |
[b-legit] you got moesha e? | |
[e-40] all tha time b | |
You got your indonesia b? | |
[b-legit] all tha time e | |
You got the street sweeper broom? | |
[e-40] all tha time b | |
You got your chronic there too? | |
[b-legit] all tha time! | |
[b-legit] | |
Now the parties don't start until we walk in | |
Drunk off that gin, down to check yo' chin | |
I'm a mannish mother****er with the chips and bread | |
And enough, to have your head kind of tough | |
Bluffin don't exist, we pull the whole cards | |
Tail between the legs when you walk in the yard | |
So if you hard, and wanna stay that way | |
You better watch what the **** you play | |
[e-40] | |
Check it out | |
It's bring yo' own bottle, cause i be likin | |
To get to perkin somethin awful | |
And compute that mother****er slurrin | |
Talkin crazy to bitches, weeble-wobblin | |
Burpin, gurgin, stomach growlin off the hinges | |
Lurkin, torqin my stay highs with red ledges | |
I'm tryin to get that fast quarter, **** a slow nickel | |
Run a smooth ass operation without gettin caught in the pickle | |
Take my cool ass on a vacation that maybe someday stop | |
Buy me an empty commercial lot | |
And turn it into a car wax wash and detail shop | |
[b-legit] you got moesha e? | |
[e-40] all tha time b | |
You got your indonesia b? | |
[b-legit] all tha time e | |
You got the street sweeper broom? | |
[e-40] all tha time b | |
You got your chronic there too? | |
[b-legit] all tha time! |
zuo ci : Jones, Kante, Stevens | |
e40 uhhhh.. uhhhh.. uhhhh! ah? ah? | |
blegit you got moesha e? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your indonesia b? | |
blegit all tha time e | |
You got the street sweeper broom? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your chronic there too? | |
blegit all tha time! | |
e40 | |
Might not know how to read and right, but i do know arm hammer | |
If the screen from a tweaker' s pipe turns black, that means it' s bamma | |
If it' s too many seeds in your weed, then chop em down | |
If your bud gets bogus, then run his ass out of town | |
I' m on the carquinez bridge, terminal three, quarter after seven | |
Pockets full of hundreds, can' t seem to find no ones, engine revvin | |
Smebbin, talkin hella shit to the cashier | |
Pipi' s get right behind me askin me how much i been had to drink | |
And i said, " a beer" | |
Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin drunk | |
Let' s see i done hit one, two, three ain' t no tellin how many skunk | |
In and out of the holdin cell, blood alcohol like a warrior | |
And i refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer | |
blegit | |
I been in it, all around it, cofounded | |
Did it when i done it, i musta been blunted | |
Ninetysix hundred for the two p' s | |
I let the homie kone run through these | |
Places that i roam i let the hubs alone | |
I wonder if they' re trippin at nextel phones | |
A bad mother er for the butter n grits | |
And you niggaz need to know this shit | |
blegit you got moesha e? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your indonesia b? | |
blegit all tha time e | |
You got the street sweeper broom? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your chronic there too? | |
blegit all tha time! | |
e40 | |
I got the turf on lock, twentysix block | |
One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by eight o' clock | |
Organized crime bitch, all the time bitch | |
Get off his dick and get on mine bitch | |
blegit | |
I be smokin like a brokedown coupe deville | |
Poppin them generic brand golden seals | |
Parole can' t hold me, and neither could y' all | |
Bitch me and my click is off the wall | |
e40 | |
I s with everybody to somebody, major factors | |
To niggaz if you can' t understand this shit | |
Then nigga you must got your mask on backwards | |
blegit | |
Tiptoeing through the hood nigga, is no good nigga | |
Gotta have a pass, so we get that ass | |
blegit you got moesha e? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your indonesia b? | |
blegit all tha time e | |
You got the street sweeper broom? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your chronic there too? | |
blegit all tha time! | |
blegit | |
Now the parties don' t start until we walk in | |
Drunk off that gin, down to check yo' chin | |
I' m a mannish mother er with the chips and bread | |
And enough, to have your head kind of tough | |
Bluffin don' t exist, we pull the whole cards | |
Tail between the legs when you walk in the yard | |
So if you hard, and wanna stay that way | |
You better watch what the you play | |
e40 | |
Check it out | |
It' s bring yo' own bottle, cause i be likin | |
To get to perkin somethin awful | |
And compute that mother er slurrin | |
Talkin crazy to bitches, weeblewobblin | |
Burpin, gurgin, stomach growlin off the hinges | |
Lurkin, torqin my stay highs with red ledges | |
I' m tryin to get that fast quarter, a slow nickel | |
Run a smooth ass operation without gettin caught in the pickle | |
Take my cool ass on a vacation that maybe someday stop | |
Buy me an empty commercial lot | |
And turn it into a car wax wash and detail shop | |
blegit you got moesha e? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your indonesia b? | |
blegit all tha time e | |
You got the street sweeper broom? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your chronic there too? | |
blegit all tha time! |
zuò cí : Jones, Kante, Stevens | |
e40 uhhhh.. uhhhh.. uhhhh! ah? ah? | |
blegit you got moesha e? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your indonesia b? | |
blegit all tha time e | |
You got the street sweeper broom? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your chronic there too? | |
blegit all tha time! | |
e40 | |
Might not know how to read and right, but i do know arm hammer | |
If the screen from a tweaker' s pipe turns black, that means it' s bamma | |
If it' s too many seeds in your weed, then chop em down | |
If your bud gets bogus, then run his ass out of town | |
I' m on the carquinez bridge, terminal three, quarter after seven | |
Pockets full of hundreds, can' t seem to find no ones, engine revvin | |
Smebbin, talkin hella shit to the cashier | |
Pipi' s get right behind me askin me how much i been had to drink | |
And i said, " a beer" | |
Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin drunk | |
Let' s see i done hit one, two, three ain' t no tellin how many skunk | |
In and out of the holdin cell, blood alcohol like a warrior | |
And i refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer | |
blegit | |
I been in it, all around it, cofounded | |
Did it when i done it, i musta been blunted | |
Ninetysix hundred for the two p' s | |
I let the homie kone run through these | |
Places that i roam i let the hubs alone | |
I wonder if they' re trippin at nextel phones | |
A bad mother er for the butter n grits | |
And you niggaz need to know this shit | |
blegit you got moesha e? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your indonesia b? | |
blegit all tha time e | |
You got the street sweeper broom? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your chronic there too? | |
blegit all tha time! | |
e40 | |
I got the turf on lock, twentysix block | |
One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by eight o' clock | |
Organized crime bitch, all the time bitch | |
Get off his dick and get on mine bitch | |
blegit | |
I be smokin like a brokedown coupe deville | |
Poppin them generic brand golden seals | |
Parole can' t hold me, and neither could y' all | |
Bitch me and my click is off the wall | |
e40 | |
I s with everybody to somebody, major factors | |
To niggaz if you can' t understand this shit | |
Then nigga you must got your mask on backwards | |
blegit | |
Tiptoeing through the hood nigga, is no good nigga | |
Gotta have a pass, so we get that ass | |
blegit you got moesha e? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your indonesia b? | |
blegit all tha time e | |
You got the street sweeper broom? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your chronic there too? | |
blegit all tha time! | |
blegit | |
Now the parties don' t start until we walk in | |
Drunk off that gin, down to check yo' chin | |
I' m a mannish mother er with the chips and bread | |
And enough, to have your head kind of tough | |
Bluffin don' t exist, we pull the whole cards | |
Tail between the legs when you walk in the yard | |
So if you hard, and wanna stay that way | |
You better watch what the you play | |
e40 | |
Check it out | |
It' s bring yo' own bottle, cause i be likin | |
To get to perkin somethin awful | |
And compute that mother er slurrin | |
Talkin crazy to bitches, weeblewobblin | |
Burpin, gurgin, stomach growlin off the hinges | |
Lurkin, torqin my stay highs with red ledges | |
I' m tryin to get that fast quarter, a slow nickel | |
Run a smooth ass operation without gettin caught in the pickle | |
Take my cool ass on a vacation that maybe someday stop | |
Buy me an empty commercial lot | |
And turn it into a car wax wash and detail shop | |
blegit you got moesha e? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your indonesia b? | |
blegit all tha time e | |
You got the street sweeper broom? | |
e40 all tha time b | |
You got your chronic there too? | |
blegit all tha time! |