E-40

E-40 - My Cup lyrics

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(Chorus - 2x)

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup

You got your cup (I got my cup)

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One of these playas is doing they own thang

And some of these playas is kinda the same

One of these playas is unlike the others

Now it's time to spit my game

I'm leaning, I got that purple colors brightness

Ms. Buttersworth up in my white cup, white cup

Codeine'ing, dropping that Swishahouse groove music

And I'm fucked up, and I'm fucked up

A playa's sweating, shoot dice up under the staircase

Talking hell-a-loud grabbing his balls and side betting like a veteran

All my weeples just come hard, reach into my pockets

Pulled out a wad of money and I threw my dogs up on it

It's expected, cause way back when I couldn't afford

When a playa like me was leaking, had my back like a ? board

Now that I'm eating, the game done blessed me mayn

Everyday is my birthday, I'm about that ice cream and cake

Looking for a batch with no pan and

I'm a guerilla meals must like Brandy

Like the R&B singer, Christian brother twist

Getting gone, plastic cup in the traffic bumping this

(Chorus - 2x)

[E-40]

Hickory dickory dock

I dick the boost down with my dock

I was on stuck, she was on top

Pour me some more in my cup

[Suga-T]

We working with a lot, can't let em catch us slipping

Can't sit the cup down, can't let em know we tripping

I'ma keep a cup, full of Check-A-Hater juice

Eyes behind my head, can't let em catch me loose

He's a fool, usually wanting to put it on me

Got a low attention span, and the average can't afford me

I'm a boss chick, like that-that-that-that-that-that

And you are bossy uh, I got your back

(Chorus - 2x)

[E-40]

Head, shoulders, knees and toes

Pimps, playas, hustlas, hoes

Simps, haters, bustas, marks

Saps, suckas, haters, sars

Well I'm at a park, at a club after dark

At a football game, your date in the parking lot

Them hoochies know my name, I'm not a popsicle

But a fool, can you do the other side of the pimp

Stick and move, all about my uh paper route

When I'm drunk, that's when my true feelings come out

I ain't no punk, you got your E's mixed up

Plus some funk, in real life I'll fuck you up

(Chorus - 2x)

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