E-40

feat. Turf Talk
[Hook: Turf Talk]
This goes out to the triple OG'z
Young homiez shootin dice on ya knees!
Out the window putcha chain in the breeze!
Stay aboutcha paper route stack cheeze!
This goes out to the thick breezies!
Juicy Couture, paper bend em in (??) jeans
Dark Skin, red bow, ladies
Stay aboutcha paper route stack cheeze!
[Verse 1: E-40]
Drinkin aftershock! on the soil smokin a beedi
Fillin my weeny in the trenches, lookin out for em Po-Po-Heezies
Hoppin n hittin em fences livin the life of a hustla
watchin out these scandalous suckas
they dirty and cold them brothas totin and packin pistola
quarterbackin yola stockin and drivin a rova (rover)
Blackberry Motorola! (*beep*)
Livin lavish from dead lament tragic magic
and music and beef and static
and thumpers and automatics!
Droppin off packages, savages!
After tryin, and shinin and grindin, blinkin and blindin...
and F-f-flossin n flamboastin my DIAMONDS (blinggg!)
If she knew better, she'd do better
she didn't know no better!
told her to come up outta that cold!
and get her up on some of this here sunny weather!
Pressure bust a pipe! Am I right? am I wrong?
Told her I'm rightin my wrongs!
Convinced her to give me dome
I put my mack hand down then I put my best foot forward
Then I place my bet like a playa, pimp! Better know it!
[Hook]
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