(feat. Da Old Skool) The Perpetating Balling Ass Nigga On Your Block With Slave Money From The Record Company I'm Popping Now I'm On My Way To The Neighborhood
urine/ what is telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie/ tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised/ i keep it funk fuck ya hustla wit a muscly
our own hands 'Cause you ain't fuckin' with a rookin', nigga You fuckin' with a grown man And we gon' show you what we mean by funk Muthafucka, you
it's an easy pass n*** For the paper, I'm offendin' neighbors Runnin' my label out an old Winnebago n*** Ooh, shoulda knew that we gon' bring that funk
: "Thug me" My revolver to reload like the Scussy, doc The bigfoot out for the squosh Shell shocked like I'm 6 months in the bush Fire in a hole! Hiking in the snow with 40
and bugged I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz I'm everything you think you don't know Yo man, I throw a 5 in the power Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps 40
[E-40] UHH~! Where I stay they gotta temper they locks Get they hair done down at Nappy or Not (BAY AREA!!!) No funk abusin the cops Droppin off yola
40ounce bottles But I'm not the one who made alcohol legal Liquor stores on every corner that's why we go Buy 40ounces and go get drunk Don't support
Ant Banks You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew You might of just learned, but it ain't nothing new What happened to your funk, did you lose
albums sold and it's hard to believe well it's true homeboy It's not a lie, I used to sell tapes on sunny side I used to catch the 40 bus around the
[WC] Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH! [E-40] BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah! [WC] Dub Cya, nya! [E-40] Uhhhh, hah! [WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc? [E-40]
wit tha Luniz (tha Luniz are here!) We back in this mutha fucka 9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40!, E-40 man!) Ya Capable (B-Legit!)
start to whistle, it's missle from the funk-nik, I can't see it, 40 Water, you killin me wit this cheap shit. Chorus *(Num, 40, Yuk)* 'cause we
we gone, goin real strong, I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long, drop roll bar, that what I want, Im comin on down jammin what that P-Funk, I gotta
all right, then I'll take an order of that to go then Inner city posse's got the dogbeats Icp we got the dogbeats No you don't stop with the funk from
40 on the back, Sicx over top Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] It was a dark blue night, nigga toe down sleep Had a 40
with some fools niggas with no rules mobbin in they old schools bitch ?? With the windows up man with the heat on heat on Man we in a land tacked out funked
