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E-40 - Money Scheme lyrics
[jayo] w-wh-wha, what, wha-what what? [e-40] beotch! Mobster, turn that shit up! [jayo] yeah, uh-huh uh-huh uh [e-40] sinister shit [jayo] uh-huh uh-huh what? [e-40] jayo, jayo smell me on this one [e-40] Jayo (jayo) I hope i don't ever have to go back to slangin Llello (llello) but if i do that's what i do (that's what i do) *repeat 2x* Verse one: e-40 Grindin out of my aunties, backyard that's the chronic I been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake than betty crocker Get on the horn and hit me on my locker, cause i'm fake id havin Strikin and drivin on a suspended expired license comes in buy it From the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices Spendin that capital that the big homey advanced me In front of me with the next nigga I love money plus i'm labelled rough rider Known for bringin bitch ass niggaz out of hidin [jayo felony] Charlie hustle, i hope i won't have to go back To sellin sherm sticks, but if i do that's what i do Charlie hustle, i hope i won't have to go back To sellin loop loop, but if i do that's what i do Verse two: jayo felony I stabs a nigga, and kool-aid came out Cause his heart pumps kool-aid, so i mixed it with my thunderchicken Barely livin, and smokin headache with a deuce-deuce Now i gotta put my snub nosed back to use I'm dangerous it gets crucial, cause i loves conflict Fuck a headache i'm jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit And now my fingers is sticky like sticky fingaz from the greenery You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? bitch! When you shoot crooked it's cartwright, on site i'm takin flight It's gon' rain on your head, i'm tearin the roof off this bitch tonight As you fall like guy, for tryin to swipe my pie Nigga die while your bitch give up the beaumont Chorus: [jayo] all my niggaz havin fancy dreams! (fancy dreams!) Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (a money scheme!) *repeat 2x* [jayo] all my bitches havin fancy dreams! (fancy dreams!) Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (a money scheme!) *repeat 2x* Verse three: e-40 Krrrrack the freight, nigga fuck the hype Beotch! you gotta pay me just to breathe on the mic High, higher than a dust cloud Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin loud! Systemized, a triple striker, when i was born My mom and daddy shoulda named me isiah cause i'm a rider Sole survivor, hillsider, 1400 block magazine street Narcotic ? bomb preparer heroin provider I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin niggaz like the Like the grinch who stole christmas I like to, like to, finger fuck bitches up in clubs Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts! Stuck! gordon's gin and donald duck Nut! all on her spine and on her butt Fuck! major clientele (major clientele) Then i pass it to my nigga mista jayo Verse four: jayo felony ? up the glass is shatterin, bitch it ain't matterin They scatterin, see me and forty start splatterin The cowards are heartless, so you burn like flames Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games Fuck a bitch, why? cause skeezers don't please us So i just go around sippin fine wine like jesus And everytime i bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote Drinkin moesha brandy, head spinnin like hundred spokes Chorus Verse five: jayo felony Still drinkin krypton Brothers is snapple then i snap like a snapping turtle Nigga, shittin on the world keeps my land fertile I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and tobacco It's third down and forty nigga You know you gon' get tackled Get your land while you can old man Niggaz so dope they named me twice like duran duran Killa nigga put honey on em, and feed em to my hogs See i leave no evidence for the police dogs Now off the low stroll we go so let's flow Lil' bitch, we the shit because the people said so You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits Get these chips even if it means lettin these motherfuckers have it! Verse six: e-40 Nigga got out of line, i had to ice him Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap Motherfucker got out of place, i had to chop him Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out Nickle plated chrome planet clint eastwood special Designed strictly for staplin and toe taggin Po-po wrote me up a citation cause i was saggin and draggin My b-ah-bitch, by her w-uh-weave I had to, i had to make the bitch bleed! last new year's eve She tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my attitude wasn't carin Backslapped that hoe in front of her parents More ki's than a janitor It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher Smokin on a roach, loitering in a mcdonald's parkin lot Throwin up gang signs To ? as if he was some kind of first base coach I luh i like my egg poached, hard over easy!!! In the drive through, hollerin at her breezy!!! Chorus *talking to end* |
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