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[E-40] Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie Think he mixin some hash with some of that Humboldt County grass with dis sleazy from Union City, she wanted to freak me when I was sticky but we did it anyway Look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler up under my seat, why? Robbers on my feet Uhh, cops Elroy`s po-po`s wanna glock me Chops, Elroy`s ran up in my car I hope none of y`all ain`t in there crackin on the Presedential under my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin and up in there singin a capella Cause that ain`t the way the GAME was designed You `posed to see that if you BLIND Blastin, cocked to the side, blowzin Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp - walkin I`ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklin Pullin out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and I be bossin
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Where all my hustlers at? Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats? Where all my shooters? Dude when you stay, pop collars Smoke tweed, twenty-fo` hours Where all my ballers at? Where all my timahs, shot callers at? Where all my grimies? It`s heavy weight Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I`m straight
[E-40] I pull up on the set - somebody died? Why all the long faces - playboy, it`s dry Dry as in dry? Dry as in thirsty cause we ain`t had no work since Thursday Know you ain`t believe us but I got it, who want it? By the way how y`all been survivin? Shoot we been STEPPIN on it! Uhh - cut out the middle From here on out {*cough*} no more scribble Fast quota, fuck a slow nig` Nigga my fetti`s just as long as Ron Jeremy`s dick! Eighty-one years olda, pimpin don`t trip! Who you be bumpin? E-40 and The Click! Uhh, I see the heads know me in the wind(?) Family where you been? The pen, get in! Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the block What you see two crackheads steppin over, what? A rock
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[E-40] Gimme a, Cadillac with a black man`s drank A forty ounce, the ghetto champagne The lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to bounce Take off her clothes and get butt-naked, Southern girl down South A record deal so I ain`t gotta dope deal A faithful botch, a home-cooked meal Take, I like a (?) estate with them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate
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