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E-40
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Get Breaded
作詞:Joseph Cartagena, Todd Eric Gaither, Kevin Gilliam, Earl Stevens
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded
My penitentiary family'll reach 'fore you make a bet When you gonna lay in a buck? When you gon' bust these suckers Upside the head with another dump?
I ain't no punk I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm dope E'rytime I touch the microphone I come with smoke Playa potnah whatchu talkin' 'bout? What dey lookin' like? I just come off a double-album You know that shit was tight
You right, I make my drops for the club And the trunk like a pregnant lady Come with a album every eight or nine months See y'all ain't ready
At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh, thousands Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development housin' Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it? When y'all was tryin' to walk it, see I was tryin' to run it
Smoked a lot of trees, drunk, trees drunk Locked a lot of ki's in the trunk, ki's in the trunk On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin' saki I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers like Liberace
To all my 223 spitters, hustlers, paper go getters Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz Get your bread, bounce your head
If you'se obsessed with your wealth, fanatic More carats than a bunny rabbit Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit Get your bread, bounce your head
The only way I get involved if it mean more dough Uh huh, Sauce Money, E 4 O You know they want 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em Treat all my hoes like Billy Blank, son and Tae-Bo on 'em
Whatup ma, too many G's to consume? I spit game, so I can ease in your womb I know what you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the tomb While I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room
Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', gangsta limpin' Went from Sauce Money to big pimpin' Like bell bottoms, too much flare for some Flow so hot, got summer scared to come
But everybody on the track holdin' weight Five hundred thou', that's the Golden Gate From BK to Oaktown, pass the smoke 'round Let me find out who broke now, uh huh
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 There's love in the East and there's love in the West Coast to coast G's do what you do best Just get your bread, bounce your head
To all my gettin' money chicks if you love the song Tell your man if he broke, he dead-ass wrong You better get your bread, bounce your head
Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Last Don? I hate you niggaz with a passion, fuck around and get blast on My niggaz mad, strong and they kill you quick Come out or get hit, we the shit, think I would lie to you, bitch?
You could die with the snitch and buried alive in the ditch Confide with the Fifth, try to slide but you slid We the livest of clicks, Terror Squad to the death of me Remember me? The same kid that ran triz on Stephanie
Felony's the minimal, enemies, I pity you Step to me, c'est la vie and I'm killin' you Drillin' you with holes in your chest, you opposin' the best T S, supreme, crows on the nest
You ain't nothin' like what you say Out here ain't nuttin' nice for brownie points or stripes Niggaz take your life with box cutters Fuck a knife, just for braggin' rights
Lost in the game Drownin', sinkin', holdin' my breath Lost in the game Broke, miserable, starvin' to death
Boom boom boom, boom, boom Crazy weebleations, boss burn boom Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand dollars Worth of counterfeit bills marked money and sour dope deals
223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz Get your bread, bounce your head
If you'se obsessed with your wealth And got more carats than a bunny rabbit Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit Get your bread, bounce your head
Get your bread, bounce your head Get your bread, bounce your head
And there you have it Three tycoons weighin' in at 300 plus Ya undersmell that? Fat Joe, Sauce Money and E-40, ya undersmell that? East Coast West Coast Connection, y'know?
Stick Wid It Records, new millennium ballers Ya undersmell me? Where you come from? Bitch, you know we do this, ahoa, shit
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