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E-40 lyrics H.I. Double L. lyrics (E-40) Hey ah, which way should I steer ah The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror Pervin like a mothafucka 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 niggas tweak Quick fast and a hurry don't worry 40 vision blurry Shorty hit the freeways climbin like that nigga Joe Torre (Celly Cel) What do you know it's siggity Cel That funky niggero that funky nigga doe Kickin in doors you beta grab ya hoe I see ya cruisin in the late night creepin wit my nigga B-Legit and 40 water, ah shit (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 niggas bell A mack muthafuckin 12 will send your ass straight to hell (40) A tick a tock, the shit da spot They say them crazy muthafuckas pull out a chop (B) I watch them muthafuckas run I do this shit for fun You niggas know you can't get none (40) Biatch Chorus- I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O H.I.L.L side doe Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh and they be like... (there they go,off to the liquor store) (B) I tell a bitch what the fuck you mean where I've been And so what I smells like pussy and gin I had money to make Bitches to break and if the shit 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 slut and hit the gut Ain't got no love for 'em all I love to do is dick 'em Pass 'em to the extra mannish nigga 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 dick shriveled up like a prun (Cel) Well pass 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 nigga hit me with the break down Chorus (40) Beefeater, Tanqueray, Safire, Bombay the punch bowl full of hurricane That'll last a nigga dang near all day Smokin' HERB we gets perved cop a squat Let's hang out at the old Cola spot (B) Nigga I'm a Louie smokes damn 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 star”Hate goin dove rock Nigga let me use your fuckin car All the way to sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday Threw up money tore up ass botch you call the po po on me Told 'em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Salonto County Sheriffs pull my ass 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 bitch Chorus Other E-40 lyrics: Drought Season lyrics Rat Heads lyrics Federal lyrics Outsmart The Po-Po's lyrics Hide 'n' Seek lyrics Let Em Have It lyrics Extra Mannish lyrics Carlos Rossi lyrics Nuttin' Ass Nigga lyrics Chip In Da Phone lyrics Da Bumble lyrics Sideways lyrics Spittin' lyrics Sprinkle Me lyrics Outta Bounds lyrics Dusted 'n' Disgusted lyrics 1-Luv lyrics Smoke 'n' Drank lyrics Dey Ain't No lyrics Fed lyrics Bootsee lyrics It's All Bad lyrics Record Haters lyrics Rapper's Ball lyrics Growing Up lyrics Million Dollar Spot lyrics Mack Minister lyrics I Wanna Thank You lyrics The Story lyrics My Drinking Club lyrics Ring It lyrics Keep Pimpin' lyrics I Like What You Do To Me lyrics Things'll Never Change lyrics Circumstances lyrics It Is What It Is lyrics Smebbin' lyrics |