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E-40 - One More Gen lyrics
I'm tryin to hear some of that mobb Make it sound like a gorilla tryin to get up out the trunk (yeah, well let's get this shit crackin then) Super duper super duper, trunk rattlin (that's what i'm talkin 'bout) Old school, in the basement (some shit for the fuckin trunk nigga) Magazine street, hillside type (this is what we do, all day like this nigga!) Mobb shit now! (get this shit crackin den nigga!) It's a drought on (fuck now!) Beotch! What you holla? what you say? what dey know? What dey know about this, so what dey know? What dey know about this, so what dey know? Beotch! now... Strictly mobb, strictly mobb I might be rich and i rap, but sheeeyit A hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollars Nigga fat, i wasn't fin' to bite on that I stay on stuff, fuck a cup, i likes to drink out the bottle Mix gordon's gin with donald duck ? secure my novel When, i was fifteen years old Straight dope game, i was told I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin they body Nigga that's how it's supposed to be by nature cause i'm naughty naughty La-di-da-di, we likes to pull triggers We do cause trouble cause we dump on niggaz Yeah, i'm just a hustler, remember that? mr. flamboyant 1989 Down and dirty, federal, b-legit the savage, d-shot the shot caller My little sista suga t sprinkle me on the money motivated mission Tryin to have it in a major way after i was on the late night grind Strapped with nines and desert eagles, me and my weeples Come deeper than them skinny bitches, crept on us not too long ago Sold our lexuses and went back to the cutlass supreme Buster demand they zima's and forked toes Starwise, with the helicopter knockoffs My down south thugs call em elbows, turnin heads With the personalized license plates with the tremendous bump Fuckin they nose, fakin them domes Breakin and shakin the neighborhood up, disturbin homes Ridin on rims *tires peeling out* Reyimmms, slidin through stopsigns, just like them action films Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines Giving myself up to the elroy's Doing time on the weekends, all up in the county writin rhymes It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to Some shit, some shit i can relate to Chorus: It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to Some shit, some shit i can relate to It's just some shit that you can listen to, one mo' gen Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin Some shit to make a nigga practice lookin hard Some shit for all my folkers on the boulevard It's traditional, heavy ass shit for the mobb I got more bass in my rock, than third eye blind Forty-wata-wata main don't tell me you gonna resign It's too early for this, dude you in your prime! I said -- no not me, i won't stop I'ma do it for my nigga tupac Sober see, that can't be I been pervin all day since six o'clock I pull a bootch like a bad tooth With the cheapest econolodge a nigga like me can find Drop her ass off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone booth Stranded freezin to death... empty handed can it Stubborn hella hard to reason with It's game orienfested, let me explain it I know they say that i been, givin up too much game But i'ma teach ya how to blossom with my new invention You might wanna pay attention I used to sell kirby vacumn cleaners but i wasn't a punk I worked at mickey d's (what did you make) employee of the month Livin above my means -- motherfucker that's a bald-faced lie Po-po's raid, i got an alibi Shot my first video for $20 bucks, motherfucker Some cheap shit, marriot's great america Mean green hooked me up down south Made a name for myself by word of mouth Chorus Hah... oh what dey know? Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know? Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know? Beotch!! Hella.. The board of weebleizations up in this motherfucker The board of weebleizations Head above water productions Collaborated with my motherfuckin nigga, sam bosstigili Professor bosstigili up on this bitch ass motherfuckin track Fuckin they nose up like this Where that nigga sojourn at, whattup boy? Chorus Beotch! with this here, we mobbin out We mobbin out, suga t (ay whassup gurl?) D-shot (d-shot ???) B-legit up in this motherfucker (yo e-feezee main!) Young muggzy, keveo (you, know!) Tap that ass celly cel (whassup, whassup nigga!) My nigga big bone tyrone (big buddha!!) D-day from a-1 They doin it like that down they bitch ass The resevoir hoggs up in this motherfucker! (all day smashin) There go max and that nigga parlay Levitti the r&b singer on they bitch ass Gonna fuck they nose with that mobb shit Fuckin they head like that My little young cousin mac mall up in this bitch From the v-town nigga i thought you thought all the time Up in they, bitch ass tall can b (sic-wid-it nigga!) Cousin c-bo That nigga otis and shug singin "i hope i don't go back to slangin llello" on they bitch ass Cousin lil bruce, mac shon That nigga k-1, gino Smitty, the funk mobb up in this bitch ass motherfucker Fuckin they heads up like this V-town nigga millersville i thought you thought (uh-huh) Yeah my cousins nigga down-n-dirty Kamikaze and the mobb unit bitch I thought they thought!! .. Beotch!! |
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