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E 40 I Love My Momma

in my black mink, your baby momma lovin' my backseat Freak nasty got me slappin' the ass cheeks of Blackstreet So high, I'm so high I feel like I'm

forehead open Rude Boy style I keep it raunchy and funky Like a dirty laundry pile I can rhyme, I can rap, I can sing, I can clap I can dance, you should

) Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame) Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane) [Hook: Stressmatic

my folks been locked up or laid down See I'm sayin I ain't shed no tears, no But I'm just happy to be here [E-40] Listen to this, oooooh The devil-me

I'm here, I get that Tallahassee love If you love me, then I love you My people love it, when I come through So when I do, I get that Tallahassee love

, represent I remember when I was young All my people told me I could Be anything I wanted to be when I grew up You know what I'm saying, and that's it

[E-40:] I grit my teeth to keep release, kkep my fatih and hope (hope) Need to stop stressing before I have a stroke Up in lower development housin' (

I'm seasoned I eat crevice, but not when it's bleeding Don't get me wrong, I love sex but I don't play that part I love Virginia, but not when the Virginia

grass, they want my autograph I flipped off ki's, I get my G's I spit my 3's if you twist my cheese I'm duckin' white sheets and I avoid the Feds If