Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, man It's magic, E40 and my partna T-Pain (Nappy Boy) Open up that garage, it's a big fat car With a big fat bow on top It
winter, play me in the summer Play me in the order, any order We got another one pimp Rock, wake 'em up, boy Sick with 'em records, E40, Warner Brothers
[Turf Talk + (E-40)] Damn nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne? Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink nigga? Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what
taping-taping" [2X] [E-40] They might be taping "Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X] [E-40] Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping [E-40
There is something going on down here In Vallejo FedEx In Vallejo, California, E-40 In Vallejo In Vallejo, California, E-40 He said he's just a, timah
for the mob When I make a zillion I resign I'm realer than a hundred dollar bill with the line across When Christmas come around ask Santa Claus Santa do you know E-40
owe me and don't play with me homey [E-40] Huh, check it out E-40-Water ain't gon' give it to you late (late) E-40-Water gon' give it to you straight
Master P: Ughhh! Ha ha! E 40: Oooo! Huh? P whats up boy? MP: Whats up 40 boy? E 40: Talk to me weepilation. MP: Dey dont know we been doin dis. E 40:
like a text message Money call, Jupiter ballin Speakers knockin, truck throbbin Generals ?cobbles? on Tennessee's seargants Diamonds glare, females stare 40 you dat dude, ain't no compare Diamonds glare, females stare 40
Yang Before Mobb Deep, I had 'em shook over the beat Years before Busta, I had my first customer I was little L before Big L Before E-40, my name, shit
ounces in my house boy Bricks stashed in the basement, case a drought I bring 'em out, boy And I wipe you out, boy, without leaving my house, boy Remember
and that boy Poyo and these hoes heah and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e yeah that nigga
' up in the pen, or sleepin' up under the dirt? Boo yow! Is the sound of the 40 cal Ak's bananna clips hold a 100 rounds Test me, rude boy don't want
Call me a liar but the fires back Bad Boy empire is where the fires at I got the Sean John truck with the tires to match The whole hood on fire the
40 Thevz end down your crew The circle's deep I thought you knew I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler Walk into his hood and
tha boyz in tha hood are always hard Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit Don't quote me boy ''cause
me, cos the title I'm holdin' Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin' Old E's 800 cos that's my plan. Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can. Drink
I dont drink *** monkey Like the beat funky Nick name Eazy-E Yo 8-Ball Junkie Bass drum kickin To show my sh*t Rappin holdin of my d*ck Boy I dont quit
