Testi musica canzoni

[E-40]Woke up in the A.M., toasted out of my craniumGotta take a shit, took a dump in the MediterraneanFlushed the toilet, hit the showerSnatched a fit up out the clos'Miles of a '96 broom handleHangin half-way out my drawersYou niggas better feel me I got patrons to serveNigga got to starts pay props will deserveFuck my trunk against my medleyAn' ya might do dirt, fuck you on my way to see Miss ChimineyCause since Chiminey is a good friend of meShe likes to go ah, downtownShe likes it when I, pound poundHere's a whoppin' bitchCall me uh-Bah uh-Barney Rubble stick the beast down, so duckHad the pussy poppin bubblesScratchin the paint off up of the wallsPickin off in them drawers, rebel without a pauseShe could feel a gnat sting, swimmin' in Niagara FallsNow no matter extra meal, managin the placeAll up in the motherfuckin' tall can faceStreets make you broke, Forty Water ain't no jokeMake way, say hey, check my displayBuck 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-4040 took a forty to the fuckin domeAnd now they got me spittin on the microphone...40 took a forty to the fuckin domeAnd now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch!Drunker than a motherfucker spittin that shit [E-40]High rank, nigga poorScratch scratch taller than Manute BolCash rules everything around me40 why they why they get the moneyOh tell me baby gon' be no catchin', bet ya catch before 40 7-11ah big Danz said a step man, can't win (uh)1-Luv to my niggaz in the Youth yo Gettin' swoll, bulkin' up, drinkin' pruneauY'all stay the same, got some extra whoop I think I need a drinkThe waiter got me fuckin like me right in herebitches sooner than I thinkThe LAPD's on crack manThey shot my nigga Tone Tucker in the back manPrejudiced motherfuckers!What niggaz need to do is fuck a-lo a-lo key nowSquash the fuh-ah fuckin' spot, ain't nothin' wrong? (Squash it)Hang with tactical edged (staple?) highly easyto be converted to Mack-1Twice as righteous (righteous), make them po-po's like usDrink with me, second base, and I'm gone for homeI drunk a 40 to the fuckin domeChorus[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 nightWhen 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 admitnigglet your life is set why you ungreatful motherfuckasyou better get somewhere where they love you atyour life is set why you ungrateful motherfuckaI'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 bumbleLookin ambitious as the motherfuckin bumbleSoundin' off car alarmsMy shit ain't nothin humbleGotta say wassup (gotta say wassup) to some niggaz on my teamNiggaz like Rec-Street and Nicky motherfuckin Green (motherfuckin Green)Chorusmore