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Do Ya Head Like This

E-40

My Ghetto Report Card

29

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[E-40] Beotch! Look out pimp Uhh, uhh [Hook: repeat 2X] Do ya head like this {*repeat 4X fast*} Do ya head like this {*repeat 4X fast*} Do ya head like this {*repeat 4X fast*} Do ya head like this {*repeat 4X fast*} [E-40] Chalupas fresh like pilates, I'm tryin to sell a few million copies Some of my niggas done beat a few cases Some of my niggas done caught a few bodies Out here we ridin them scrapers, turnin mo' heads than them Maseratis Havin mo' fame than them there Ferraris Sellin that 'caine and that there Qadafi The life of the fuckin party, Bacardi Light and Bacardi Dark Triple sec and that grenadine and that pineapple juice and parsley Go up and bite that ass like a shark, upside down frown Better put your tongue in park, 'fore I lay your ho-ass down This some of that merk music This some of that struggle rap and that mayhem Keep it slappin that bass sound Cause we work up out of that basement We do it on the turf stupid, with my d-boys in the background The Elroys on the crackdown, hurry up and put that crack down Drivin & strikin & dippin & glidin & skatin & scootin & slidin Rhymin & grindin & timin & climbin & shinin like we some diamonds Shakin & bakin the cake & then makin my hustlers out here buy in Whole thangs and them half thangs, you know that I'm supplyin [Hook] [E-40] I'll be drivin like a daredevil (a daredevil?) I'll be there in a minute My blood alcohol level? (level?) Three times the legal limit My potnahs keep sayin that I got a hole in my lip Cause I got, liquor stains all over my t-shirt and shoes 'n shit My bitch want me to give up my drinkin and smokin dope I told that ho to shut up and take this dick down her throat In kindergarten my teacher used to rinse my mouth out with soap Cause my mouth was too foul, she didn't like the way that I spoke After school I would hit the block and go and purchase some chalk Triples singles and double-ups, me and all of my folks I wore my hair like a fool, didn't give a fuck or a care Every New Year's Eve I like to bust in the air Ride with potato peelers, staplers and roto-tillers Me and my family members, killers and dope dealers Berettas and Desert Eagles always pullin them triggers You don't want complications, don't be fuckin with niggas [Hook] [E-40] Watch out now My woofers sub like Quizno's (Quizno's) - ask my cousin (Ask my cousin) He a B-Dog, his car look like Robitussin I'm just me y'all, I stay up out the way (out the way) My set trip, but we don't bang in the Bay I'm on that Remi and that Gran Ma' 'gnac, as we speak Been twisted, dang near e'ry day, 7 days a week For a, about a month straight, write it and report it Did it big last night, but today I'm payin for it (oooh) My bitch supposed to come and scoop me up this mornin I can't drive (why?) I got a warrant (you got a warrant) And e'ry Elroy in the town know my face Cause they know I'm havin yetti and I pump that BASS We buy up the malls and treat our hoes like shit On Valentine's, all we give they ass is dick I'm gettin mines, always stickin to the script And if you with this movement, pimpin do ya head like this [Hook]
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