Dey Ain’t No Lyrics by E-40Zapp iv beneath the ashtray, woofers in the backWater in the duals make loud glass pack Gold tippytoes without a liquor crown Bought a set of vogues and left the, stickers on Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks Paid cash, all ones Some old bitch came up to me and said, whats the latest bro? I said, Im tryin to have more chips than las vegas hoe She said, can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard I said, you can work the strips and on my boulevard How much would I make? I said, mega Just bring me back my scrill scratch paper Heart heart money money street street hustle Sex, drugs, smuggle, bubble Horns, dialin, speakers, subbin Sound just like the inside of a club-bin How many times could a conrad come so buttery? Always on to back have people lovin me Alcoholic drunk that aint no gimmick b Im always in and out the betty ford clinic see Drunk paraphenalia cream butterscotch Illegal like a garbage of hover rocks Workin off my pager you know the ropes Im makin that Cabbage cornbread like oprah Diamond satch-uels from ja-fuckin-hoe Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt In a major way I tried to told ya Niggaz have my shit fucked back in the days but now they know a Sold a bunch of units underground They was bumpin save a hoe in every town Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main But Im alive, they was talkin about somebody else main *chorus* We say dem niggaz p.h. But dey really aint knowin, dey aint no Me rather stack more papes And steady get to bubblin, yeah fo sho Revenues, on my mind I cant hold back, nows the time Bust a dope addict crack fiend in the jaw Fool had his spook on tried to steal my car Da bay, where hoes be janky, sheist And niggaz, do so much dirt we got lice Prices, go up and down like a teeter-totter Filthy shit, ring around the collar Just the other day I heard a bootsy nigga shout Man that nigga dont be doin all that damn shit he talk about Fools think they know me think they got me figured out But nigga... nigga? !! I plays this shit for bread and meat So nigga if you feel froggish leap I dont smoke dog food sherm loop or snow But I leave a trail of beadies everywhere I go So tell a friend like alpha beta Im gonna get it like t.c. the money maker, I know youre with it Mayday mayday, unexplained object comin your way Breaker breaker its e-40 bitches call me the ahh Ballin ass, tight clean talkin big willer Money hungry, penny pinchin stingy nigga On the sc-rilla, always on the go-getter Scoop a baitch and we can split her *chorus* Me have no time for de bullshiters (4x) PUT THESE LYRICS ON YOUR BLOG OR MYSPACE PROFILE! Copy this code and paste it in your website.
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