E 40 Dey Ain't No Lyrics

 Water in the duals make loud glass pack  
 Gold tippytoes without a liquor crown  
 Bought a set of vogues and left the  stickers on  
 Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks  
 Paid cash  all ones  
 Some old bitch came up to me and said  "What's the latest bro?"  
 I said  "I'm tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas hoe"  
 She said  "Can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard"  
 I said, "You can work the strips and on my boulevard"  
 "How much would I make?" I said, "Mega  
 Just bring me back my scrill scratch paper"  
 Heart heart money money street street hustle  
 Sex, drugs, smuggle, bubble  
 Horns, dialin, speakers, subbin  
 Sound just like the inside of a club-bin  
 How many times could a Conrad come so buttery?  
 Always on to' back have people lovin me  
 Alcoholic drunk that ain't no gimmick B  
 I'm always in and out the Betty Ford clinic see  
 Drunk paraphenalia cream butterscotch  
 Illegal like a garbage of hover rocks  
 Workin off my pager you know the ropes I'm makin that  
 cabbage cornbread like Oprah  
 Diamond satch-uels from ja-fuckin-hoe  
 Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt  
 In a Major Way I tried to told ya  
 Niggaz have my shit fucked back in the days but now they know a  
 Sold a bunch of units underground  
 They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town  
 Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main  
 But I'm alive, they was talkin about somebody else main  
 *chorus*  
 We say dem niggaz P.H.  
 But dey really ain't knowin, dey ain't no  
 Me rather stack more papes  
 And steady get to bubblin, yeah fo' sho'  
 Revenues, on my mind  
 I can't hold back, now's the time  
 Bust a dope addict crack fiend in the jaw  
 Fool had his spook on tried to steal my car  
 Da Bay, where hoes be janky, sheist  
 And niggaz, do so much dirt we got lice  
 Prices, go up and down like a teeter-totter  
 Filthy shit, ring around the collar  
 Just the other day I heard a Bootsy nigga shout  
 "Man that nigga don't be doin all that damn shit he talk about"  
 Fools think they know me think they got me figured out  
 But nigga... nigga?!!  
 I plays this shit for bread and meat  
 So nigga if you feel froggish leap  
 I don't smoke dog food sherm loop or snow  
 But I leave a trail of beadies everywhere I go  
 So tell a friend like Alpha Beta  
 I'm gonna get it like T.C. the money maker, I know you're with it  
 Mayday mayday, unexplained object comin your way  
 Breaker breaker it's E-40 bitches call me the ahh  
 ballin ass, tight clean talkin Big Willer  
 Money hungry, penny pinchin stingy nigga  
 On the sc-rilla, always on the go-getter  
 Scoop a baitch and we can split her  
 *chorus*  
 Me have no time for de bullshiters (4X 



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