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letra de da bumble - e-40

i flipped a lexi, speed up and catch me
lexus of concord, reached out and touched me
some of you hoe fake -ss n-gg-s like roz, be messy
i know some beautiful black intelligent women, they’re s-xy
e-40’s back and actin black and
i don’t be barkin, nor even high cappin
you better watch me, i’m comin smebbin
ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven
bet your persodian, 30-r-6-castodian
special shout to casual del the souls and opium
about the town, the valley-joe
just like a democratic, i’m for’ the po’
f-ck the b-mble, you b-tch it ain’t no punk hoe
pedestrian stumble sound like a gorilla
tryin to get up out of a trunk hoe
continue strikin it, hope you likin it
they’ll be makin nasties at the bus stop and trackin it
every egg that i pull in bulges
when it comes to spittin i’m ferocious
management in cabbages, savages
hangin out when all the sudden i’m eatin ham sandwiches
all day, everyday, 40 play, he say
she say, bieetch! that-a-way
keep it goin though – don’t stop
shakin baking soda, forms a rock
36 zips on a triple beam scale
burn the duct tape but keep all the ya-yo
rip a peel, extra crisp, really really
ate it like i’m a specialist
(drisidrisomina?) is the illest zaggin
thinkin i put cause like this
you know i’m (puzackin’?)
m the mornin, cookin bacon
from the ghetto in the bullet-proof apr-n
here comes the laws, valium crushin through my b-lls
i rip my drawers runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs
some n-gg-z hate me, some n-gg-z love me
some n-gg-z shake my paw, some n-gg-z mug
i see ya tweakin, i see ya peekin
y’all bootches with me, why you sleepin?
a motherf-cker ain’t gotta be flash gordon
always runnin up the backstreets in a batch
that having a hoe protect the sh-t won’t work
that batch just wants your scrizzach
lettin em know, preferred zodiac sign scorpio
see the breeze soldier, v-a-l-l-e-j-o
never show witness to your
never leave your crib with out your pepper, beeotch!
i’m tryin to get n-gg- ritch
open up a shop cotton candy and licorice
cash in stashes, that’s a must
we leavin with a million and that’s a plus
don’t get it twisted, don’t try to find me
might be in switzerland, or hawaii
1-2-3-40, wheels new shoes scr-ppin toe to toe
crack black jack and keno, strike sideways h-t reno
ball cappin, no smilin
sittin lo somethin profilin, beeitch!
f-ck the b-mble, you b-tches it ain’t no punk hoe
you cl-ts it ain’t no punk hoe

(outro chit chat)

- e 40

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