, I ain't playin' wit it man Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo Slangin' llello, to get my mail See a lot of people don't know The legendary status
Get my money on.. Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go Don't wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy [E-40] To get your mail, BEYOOOOOOOTCH
Tulkojums: E-40. Ceru, ka man nav Atpakaļ.
Tulkojums: E-40. Ceru, ka man nav iet atpakaļ (Video Version).
go because of you we all blow Now when I need a hook, who I'm gonna call for I sample your old shit, i don't know these new n-ggas Bout to roll an ounce
that, I tell her, I can't do much with you, shawty I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire Buffy the Body Don't call us if the bitches ain't flawless
lions, hiberated with polar bears Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have to fold my beard Check one
of fluid, but I beg to differ One wiff of that shit and I'm on cloud nine Nigga, don't trip if you ain't got no nuts 'cause I brought mine all buffed
years, if I go to trial and lose the muthafucka Then I messed around and had to go back to the first judge, Sayin' don't work for ya I wasn't gettin'
, go bad, go hard In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard In the trunk, motherfucker, go bad, go hard Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard Cut loose, motherfucker, go
(E-40) Hey ah, which way should I steer ah The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror Pervin like a mothafucka swervin Hope I don't scrub in my '
smoke I slam dunk 'em like Shaq I wanna be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me? [Chorus] [E-40] Hey sluggin', wanna hit this rock dowm (rock down) I
met ya match I'm somethin' like a pimp you bust I bust back I game dudes got 'em callin me wifey My stomach stay flat baby, mothers don't like me, huh
Couldn't past the test, to tell the truth I couldn't *** with Math Did get a scholarship but I blew that Got high, got a ticket and I flew back To the
, go bad go hard! In the club motherfucker, go bad go hard! In the truck motherfucker, go bad go hard! Throw it up motherfucker, go bad go hard! [E-40
' hard Ain't in your heart, then don't start, niggas'll tear your weak mind apart Bitch, your old man talkin' to me like I'm in school, he don't know I
them chrome things I'm crispy shining from my wrist to my gold chain Anywhere I go I keep the hood I never change If it ain't up on my lap got it stashed
