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Lyrics:
E-40]
Huh? Want me to speak the real?
[Kaveo]
Speak the real man
[E-40]
Nigga speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
It's a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?¡¯ clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind
You can't afford to pass no money I know you heard about that"
What, what? "Task raided Millersville Ms. Miller had a heart attack"
Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it huh?
I know, she was a good person for certain I know
V-Town, California where I was born, raised and grown
And since 1979 I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill
My mission for real
A mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits
Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust
Best believe niggas know better than fuck with us
I'm pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino
Big bid, fuckin off feddie I could've put down on a crib
I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose
Don't make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam
Fuck the stress
I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
That's what he do for a living
That's all he's used to
Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves and residue, Biotch!!!!
(Hook)
[Kaveo]
Bullshit ain't nothin
You see we gone keep this thuggin
and mean muggin jump until it's a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the real nothin but
What if I bring this back down?
You gots to be about it or be without it
[E-40]
Be about it or without it
Ay, you know what? I smell you on that playboy, look
We fin to run down a a whole tac on these bitch ass niggaz
Niggas ain't smellin this shit
We do this shit
Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome
With my faulty phone
That heifer's tired
She tried to slash my tire
Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji
From the track
She use to hold my sack
I use to dick her down way back in 86
She use to look just like a skank
But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy that bich is bad
For what it's worth, the pussy smelled like Certs
Victoria's Secret
Now folks just remember I never said I thought about lickin pussy
I said I never thought about eatin
Keepin it and treatin it nice
Fuck that I'm a hog
I put it down, I'm from the hood
Where I live, on the outskirts
And down on the tuck in the cut
In Clemente Apartments man
I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my name
I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried
Ready for combat if you plottin and plannin
Oh if you come for me and confiscate my dough
Let the buzzer be the bail
But my suggestion is to stay within your envelope
I'm block to block, swingin on vines
Community service, put up stop signs
(Hook)
[Kaveo]
Uhhh!!! Hold the fuck on!!
Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope?
Sheeit, these timers are green to the game
They ain't know nothin about these tramps
six bedroom flats and gettin dealt and held a hand across the mat
You see we from the Yay where we control they minds
and put these hoes on the grind
[E-40]
Ain't got to but I still touch it
Went to the Seven Eleven picked up a traders book and bought a bucket
Use to have a perm bigger than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your patna had warrant
That I ain't even handled yet although I'm havin cake
The little homie from the hood want me to put out his tape
He kinda tight too, remind me of The Click crew
Cause they was spittin that old high powered
Godzilla ballin guru ass type shit you
can relate to, wake to, 'scape to when it's sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these streets like I know my dick
I can tell you who the nigga is that's about to get jacked
And the nigga that pulled the lick
I got this bitch on lock
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still in this roster
Kilogram, coca leaf and morphien
What about my niggas in the 4-1-5
Look what they made
My niggaz in the city
They call it made
Top grade regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck
Sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit...
Hell yeah, sheit!!
999,999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man
plus a dollar, plus a dollar man equals a mealticket bitch
Biotch!!!
Sheit! Sheit
Lyrics
Explained:
E-40]
Xu To me that true
[Kaveo]
Would like to say that real men
[E-40]
Nigga talk about the actual
The actual stresses
The actual stresses
The actual stresses
The actual stresses
This is a quarter, I am 9 FM
Radio Shack digital Motel 6 ¨® 'Alarm clock content
40, so that your buttocks, and time to hit the ground
You can not have no money I know you through the heard of the
What, how should I do The work of Ms. MillerÃ×ÀÕ˹άsurprise people with heart
Dodd, this is some cold dog feces is not ah
I know that she is a good person for certain I know
V-town, where I was born in California, grew up and growth
And since 1979, I was a liar on the road
You know exercise
I incorporated actual
Ah mealticket
Do you think, we have slowly but steadily approachin 7-digit
Statue, sticky doo hicky and angel dust
That is better than the best damn niggas know that our
I pimped the flossin in Reno casino
Large bid, fuckin closed feddie the crib I have to lay down their
I do not say that I, younger, redemption
To lose, will lose
Do not let a scene
Nigga beam to the three
Damn stress
I let the other orange box baking soda
Horace chef in my neighbor, Raul
Cloning of chicken known to bring a divided into two
This is his living
This is what he used to
Playtex rubber gloves and utensils residue, Biotch!
(Hook)
[Kaveo]
Rubbish is not nothin
You see we have to keep this thuggin
And average muggin jump until it's a done deal
You see E - 40 and pathological development of women's participation in the real nothin but
If I do this time
You about the world of organic textiles or without it
[E-40]
About whether or not it
Hey, you know Playboy hear more than you and look forward to
AA shark we run down the entire settlement of these bitch ass niggaz
Niggas is not smellin this dog feces
We are doing this dog feces
Last night I hit her upside down bitch Dome
I have the wrong phone
Heifer tired of this
She tried to cut my tires
Catch up with my bed, her cousin, Dan
From tracking
She served as my pocket
Dick I use her as early as 86
She look like a skank
But now, the bitch ass, tits, body and the child is a bad-bi
It is worth noting that smell like cat Certificate
Victoria's Secret
Now people only remember I never said I would like to lickin cat
I said, I never thought I would eatin
Keepin it and treatin it nice
Hell, I pig
I see it shot down, I Hood
If I am still alive, the suburbs
Yedan drop out
In Clemente Apartments man
I am a player, so you know, I will not have dog feces in my name
I strictly slum celebrity, niggaz get buried
If you are ready to fight plottin and plannin
Oh, if you are to me and confiscate my dough
Let buzzer was released on bail
However, my suggestion is to stay in your envelope
Block I Block Swingin on grape
Community service, to stop signs
(Hook)
[Kaveo]
Uhhh! The holding of hell!
You or you do not know these niggaz to stay in their envelope
Sheeit, these timers is a green game
They do not know nothin these homeless
Six-bedroom flats and gettin dealt and held his hand in the mat
Yay, you see we have control of them, our hearts
And the grinding of these hoes
[E-40]
Is not, but I touch it
7 11 to pick up the businessman to buy the book and a bucket
Greater than the use of hot Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut the cause of female see your patna had the
I have not dealt with although I have not been havin cake
Small homie from the hood want me to tape him
He also reminded me a little nervous crew click
The reason is that their old high-power spittin
Godzilla-type master of dog feces you ballin ass
Can relate to, with the right, when in landscape, sunny
Ride, slides, made of honey
I know these streets like I know my Dick
I can tell you, who is the nigga is about access to static pressure
And the nigga that pulled out of the licking
I got this bitch lock
Safety Deposit Box 999999 U.S. dollar
Cannabis crops are still in the roster
Kg of coca leaf and morphien
My niggas in the 4-1-5
See if they
My niggaz City
They called it
High-grade regeneration, uncut
Designer weeds, straight hempilation, what hell
Sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit ...
Ah hell is, sheit!
999,999 Canadian dollars, plus one dollar
U.S. dollar, U.S. dollar equivalent of the human female mealticket
Biotch!
Sheit! Sheit
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