E-40

E-40 - Spittin' lyrics

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Spittin'

[E-40]

Woke up in the A.M., toasted out of my cranium

Gotta take a shit, took a dump in the Mediterranean

Flushed the toilet, hit the shower

Snatched a fit up out the clos'

Miles of a '96 broom handle

Hangin half-way out my drawers

You niggas better feel me I got patrons to serve

Nigga got to starts pay props will deserve

Fuck my trunk I'm smobbin ugly in my deep dirt

, fuck you on my way to see Miss Chiminey

Cause since Chiminey is a good friend of me

She likes to go ah, downtown

She likes it when I, pound pound

Here's a whoppin' bitch

Call me uh-Bah uh-Barney Rubble stick the beast down, so duck

Had the pussy poppin bubbles

Scratchin the paint off up of the walls

Pickin off in them drawers, rebel without a pause

She could feel a gnat sting, swimmin' in Niagara Falls

Now no matter extra meal, managin the place

All up in the motherfuckin' tall can face

Streets make you broke, Forty Water ain't no joke

Make way, say hey, check my display

Bump the shit til your tape busts (Bump the shit til ya tape busts)

And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit

(And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit)

Chorus: E-40

40 took a forty to the fuckin dome

And now they got me spittin on the microphone...

40 took a forty to the fuckin dome

And now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch!

Drunker than a motherfucker spittin that shit

[E-40]

High rank, nigga poor

Scratch scratch taller than Manute Bol

Cash rules everything around me

40 why they why they get the money

Oh tell me baby gon' be no catchin', bet ya catch before 40 7-11

ah big Danz said a step man, can't win (uh)

1-Luv to my niggaz in the YOU KNOW

Gettin' swoll, bulkin' up, drinkin' pruneau

Y'all stay the same, got some extra whoop I think I need a drink

The waiter got me fuckin like me right in here

bitches sooner than I think

Vallejo PD's on crack man

They shot my nigga Tone Tucker in the back man

Prejudiced motherfuckers!

What niggaz need to do is fuck a-lo a-lo key now

Squash the fuh-ah fuckin' spot, ain't nothin' wrong? (Squash it)

Hang with tactical edged (staple?) highly easy

to be converted to Mack-1

Twice as righteous (righteous), make them po-po's like us

Drink with me, second base, and I'm gone for home

I drunk a 40 to the fuckin dome

Chorus

[E-40]

I ain't no cupcake (I ain't no cupcake)

so don't call me hostess (hostess)

Nigga don't you know I'm all open to explosives (I'ma explode)

Let tha bed bugs bite, sleep light

Be ready for the tip-toein phantoms at night

When I open em for risk (when I open it for risk)

Smokin somethin for the hatest terminator instigator

(terminator instant trader)

Nigga just bought from Traders

Tyler lookin for all some of that fit, ya gotta admit

nigglet your life is set why you ungreatful motherfuckas

you better get somewhere where they love you at

your life is set why you ungrateful motherfucka

I've been strugglin strivin so hard to make my shit obese (uh)

Pacin back and forth (uh)

Bear to grit my teeth, C-C-L-L-I-I-C-K, Northern California V uh VJ

I feed your ass, with my ambitiousness about the fuckin bumble

Lookin ambitious as the motherfuckin bumble

Soundin' off car alarms

My shit ain't nothin humble

Gotta say wassup (gotta say wassup) to some niggaz on my team

Niggaz like Rec-Street and Nicky motherfuckin Green

(motherfuckin Green)

Chorus

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