Eightball - 360 Degrees lyrics

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Weeble-lations!! <br />

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(*E-40*)<br />

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Weeble-lations testin, testin.<br />

Testin, testin,<br />

Hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this mutha <br />

Fucka, that boy Eightball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell <br />

Me? It's E-feeze. Mutha fuckaz ain't understandin the signs of this, I <br />

Cuss a mutha fucka out.<br />

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(*Eightball*)<br />

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Niggaz gonna be feelin, what I'm revealin,<br />

Tryin to do some healin, an at the same time make a million, <br />

Vibrate love an happiness in this ghetto maze, <br />

Hate us playaz got this ryhme stayin in a rage,<br />

Kill wit a pill, broke game like Nintendo,<br />

Three hours an fourty-four minutes straight to Frisco,<br />

Bumpin the Rappin, 4-Tayzee baby,<br />

Me an 40 Water in the big body Mercedez.<br />

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(*Rappin 4-Tay*)<br />

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Four hundred, five hundred V-12 black coupe,<br />

None of my weebles wake that barkley comin out the roof,<br />

Choppin major game on the strength, <br />

Man we goes back juss like them splinters an 'em temps, uh<br />

Met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston,<br />

Said her profession was stackin major paper roll,<br />

First at times it seems, gold credit cards we get that ass,<br />

Went from bennies to bossalini's, collectin cash,<br />

They whistlin, I'm glistin like Sammy Davis,<br />

Born an raised in the Bay them hataz can't fade us,<br />

I am the rapper that they call 4-Tay,<br />

360 degrees, they can't fade the Yay, fool.<br />

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(*Eightball*)<br />

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Fuckin off in the Bay wit some crazy niggaz,<br />

Gettin drunk, gettin high so they saved ya nigga,<br />

From the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountian,<br />

In the "O" straight clownin, <br />

Talkin bout what's goin down an,<br />

These niggaz feelin me, <br />

Soakin up the love I give,<br />

Nigga all of us got kids, an only got one life to live,<br />

But sometimes that shit don't matta,<br />

Animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta,<br />

Splatta,<br />

All over shit, an leave tricks motionless, <br />

Drinkin blood like I, an spittin fire like kiss,<br />

The only nigga sick as this,<br />

Behind me,<br />

Is the gangsta, S-P-I-C-E.<br />

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(*Spice-1*)<br />

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Yeah smell me,<br />

Yo five albums in the game,<br />

500 Benzo in my name,<br />

Five niggaz in a bucket,<br />

Five zig-zags to the brain,<br />

To the greedy lil paper, I'm on the MTV news,<br />

I'm havin slugs fo shistey niggaz, tryin ta give me the blues,<br />

I ain't a mutha fuckin Italian, <br />

But my crew run like the Mafia,<br />

Eightball, 4-Tay, Banks, an 40 Water,<br />

An me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, Chanelle shit,<br />

Met a couple of inncidents where some niggaz tried to kill me,<br />

Juss a part of the game,<br />

Jelous niggaz out fo fame,<br />

When steady bustin at me, <br />

Is to give no names,<br />

But when they runnin up on this muthafuckin Don<br />

They catchin pieces of hell,<br />

Hot slugs from a nigga that's fresh out on bail.<br />

<br />

(*Eightball*)<br />

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Long time comin baby, <br />

Somewhere off in the hills,<br />

Me an 40 Waters choppin it up, keep or kill,<br />

On the real about this underground lifestyle,<br />

Intoxicated,<br />

An always heavily sedated,<br />

Bank's rocks the beat,<br />

I grab the mic an bust,<br />

Turn into a monster,<br />

Eatin weak mc's up,<br />

Smokin trees up,<br />

Pinnin hoes knees up, <br />

Feds wouldn't ease up,<br />

Had to put the keys up,<br />

Findin Jesus prayin fo the weak,<br />

Hopin somebody's on they knees prayin fo me,<br />

In the midnight hour somewhere on them drugs,<br />

In a room full 'o thugs, 40 tell em how it was.<br />

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(*E-40*)<br />

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They shot my mama's house up, back in 1992('92),<br />

I keep goin back an play possum like I don't know who,<br />

If I knew who, what, when, where an how,<br />

If I knew back then, would I know now?<br />

The rap game ain't never gonna be decreasin,<br />

The only thing the rap game<br />

Gonna keep on doin is increasin(increasin),<br />

There will be no over-night sensations,<br />

Them 40, Eightball, MJG, only drip<br />

We been layin it down since trout season,<br />

Now all of a sudden I look good as Toni Braxton,<br />

In a white house wit toys of traction,<br />

Uppercussion, ya may wanna take a second look,<br />

You can find me in the Florida designs book,<br />

The hall of game, is a 420 wit chrome rims all day(all day),<br />

Parked up on ???, <br />

Nigga this ain't none of that, <br />

Only reason I'm doin a song wit dude an 'em is 'cause I want they region <br />

Recognize game, game recognize game. <br />

Can't be no bigga pimp than me nigga.<br />

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(chorus x2)<br />

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360 degrees of game, <br />

Talkin bout game, <br />

Talkin bout game,<br />

360 degrees of game, <br />

Wit hella bomb on the brain.