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Thursday, August 12, 2010

40 - Flamboastin' - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Flamboastin'
Artist: E
Composer(s): Russell C. Brown, Earl Thomas Stevens, Brian Willams

Lyric:
I step, I step in the "Club" around twelve o'clock (clock)
Me and my folk (folkers) after the after "Spot" (spot)
We bought a Remi (Remi) Hennessey, Copasi "Yeah" (yeah)
Velvet de Vodka and grab my "Yay"
I love this "Life" , what can I "Say" (say)
Doing this damn "Thang"
Till' I'm old and "Grey"
Poppin' these "Speeds" and jacking my "Slacks" (slacks)
Give some yay "Nigga" (yay nigga)
That's just how we act (how we act)
We disobey niggas (disobey niggas) doin' it "Full" (full)
We shake fake niggas (niggas) If you ain't "Cool" (cool)
You can't hang wit' us (hang wit' us) all access (access)
I fuck wit' real niggas (niggas)
My baby- Beatrice (Trice)
Mack Dime (ah) uhhh see and Sir Too Sheezy (sheezy)
Eight-Ball (uh) Pimp C and Jayo Felony
Nate Dogg and (all) just to name a few (a few)
Straight Flam boast, that's what we "Do"

Flamboastin'yolking, dip-n-flowin'
Through your neighborhood unseen-n-sparcing
Gettin' this money cause we never broken
Roastin' these hoes is all we knowin'
Flamboastin' From coast to coast
Flamboastin' That's all we know
Flamboastin' Watch out hoe
Flamboastin' Fo' Shiggaty

Whoa! Pac Rack or Die (rack or die)
Please believe , a look that they never check fee (fee)
Trickle my stark Delly (Jelly) easy finds it wit Nelly (Relly)
Sickle with my heart round medallion
Hanging all the way to my belly (belly)
Lord to devil in housing cause roxing by the gallon
We vitally known for my spittery see all type of people asking me
"How you come up with dat shit?" hey but I bought your tape
Show me how to do that (shit) that damn thing (you wack)

Now look Mercedes wagons with buck eyes
Lorenzo Kits with TV's inside
Twenty inch bling, bling that's platinum
Jumped out the hummer nigga with the fist to mack em
This is a parking lot pimping and bitches
I slap 'em holla at my nigga E-40
And we gap 'em twenty inch couldn't fit adapt to slap 'em
Get the matching house at over east that's platinum

Flamboastin'yolking, dip-n-flowin'
Through your neighborhood unseen-n-sparcing
Gettin' this money cause we never broken
Roastin' these hoes is all we knowin'
Flamboastin' From coast to coast
Flamboastin' That's all we know
Flamboastin' Watch out hoe
Flamboastin' Fo' Shiggaty

When I smooth up in a writers block and my pee-en is my enemy (enemy)
I hit the orange roughly to enhance my cre-a-tivity (creativity)
Hustler on the go (go)
Straight up ghetto star "Star" Darnel from 310 (OHH)
Niggas glove compartment for my strap
Climate control, Air-Conditioner , A/C in the back
Interior with a type on my lap
Officer Smokey and Mr. Johnny Law swear I sell crack
(Swear I sell crack) Artiste Pimp on Rap Professional Highsider
With the black screens, dash and who order the sunlight's?

Everything black or silver I'm macking
Weezy We gat a Beamer that's platinum
Supposed to be a Low-Low on 18 and adapting
Bitch that's not a movie and nigga we ain't acting
Cadillac truck got hot I paint it platinum
And I know a bitch in Oakland named Platinum
Talk about how she could eat the dick off the platter
I'm the #1 stunner bitch and I'm Mack
(And I'm Mack, and I'm Mack )

Flamboastin'yolking, dip-n-flowin'
Through your neighborhood unseen-n-sparcing
Gettin' this money cause we never broken
Roastin' these hoes is all we knowin'
Flamboastin' From coast to coast
Flamboastin' That's all we know
Flamboastin' Watch out hoe
Flamboastin' Fo' Shiggaty

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

40 - Behind Gates - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Behind Gates
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, O'Shea Jackson, Earl Stevens, O Helton

Lyric:
Say Earl, let's get it crack a latin in this bitch
Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know, y'know
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker
(Ice Cube and E-40)

For those that don't know
We do it like this,we do it like this
(Like how?, like this)

I gotta say some shit 'fore we start the single
I'm sick of motherfuckers bitin' 40 lingo
Every time I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle
And you ain't wrote shit, got it from my people

Your whole ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
Get the Desert Eagle, blast on your Regal
Your dub, no "California Love," California slugs
From California bloods, and Calfironia 'cuz

Dip ridin' them little itty bitty ass wheels
In the town like you might see on shoppin' carts
If I ain't ridin' mustard or mayonnaise zinas [unverified]
And bowed toes, [unverified] low on horse
Then, I'm bluffin', I'm less than nothin', a constipated dude

Constantly fartin', but I'm really supposed to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 doin' a track together
That's heat, players it don't get no better than this pimpin'
That's heat two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla ass niggaz
To ever touch the mic
(Touch the mic)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Now, I might talk a different language but I'm not Scottish
Got more homies in jail, than I do in college
I'm a cold piece of [unverified] slide through the park
And come back every fifteen minutes in a different car

On the strength of flamboastin' purposes
Smokin' burners
(Burners)
Finger on my thumper in this concrete habitat
(Thumper)
Never know when you just might have to, put a head on flat

Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is rent houses
We got, ten houses, can't even, spend ours
We go, invent ours, in about, ten hours
Comin' with that mob ass shit, it's a hit bitch

Broke bitch, turn into a rich bitch
Every trick bitch wanna be a legit bitch
We got big ol', big gold gates
We got big ol', big gold, nickel plates
(Who is it?)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin' it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Let me tell you, broke niggaz can't offend me
Evidently, yo' Bentley musta said "rent me"
I see you rollin', lookin' stolen, L.A.P.D.
Is actin' just like me, they can't believe what they see

Pull you over, it's over, nigga, can't be sober
Rollin' through this neighborhood fool nice to know ya
Fakin' like you got the bacon, with that tickin' ass Rolex
A nigga blast 'til the soul reflects

My roots grew up tearin' projects, players shootin' craps pimpin'
Placin' side bets, hair full of naps pimpin'
Bunch of ruffnecks, play the old tracks mayne
Money cars sex, servin' cocaine

White girl, wedding dress, in the dope game
Block cleaners, poppin' out of my Ford Excursion truck
With heaters, poppin' at all of my enemies better duck
Even though I'm makin' tapes I'm still stuck

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

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Monday, August 2, 2010

40 - To Da Beat - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - To Da Beat
Artist: E
Composer(s): Todd Anthony Shaw, Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
Ooh
(To da beat)
Ooh ooh
(To da beat)
Wake dey ass up, check it
Beotch ooh
(To da beat)

She hit me on my locker, I was off that tropicana
Orange juice and absolut vodka
(To da beat)
Smokin' on a beadie, chasin' it with a fat strike in my
Fresh off the showroom flexing 32 valve North star Caddy
(To da beat)

Gettin' it cricket, slangin' 'em sideways, walkin' up the streets
Residuals, re-enactments, constantly repeatedly burnin' vogues
(To da beat)
Flamboastin', high sidin', turnin' heads, rewindin'
Ain't had the car but two weeks and already need a wheel alignment
(To da beat)

See us bay Negroes is nigger ain't give a fuck
Flip a spankin' new vehicle, tear it up
(To da beat)
We play mind games with tizzy airhead ass hoes, make 'em
Buy us things like diamond ear-rhings and clothes, a, uhh
(To da beat)

P I M P, come V I inch up bitch and pay me
Hoe, ahh pay me uh no attention
(To da beat)
These are the things that you need to know
But just remember Charlie Hustle always told you so
(To da beat)

It's to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
A to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
Cranks out da beat y'all, voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, now do it up and say whassup off-i-sah-ha
(To da beat)

Ah-cho-ah-chokin' on some burner, in my little deuce, white interior
Smoke gray exterior, convertible rag top hummer
(To da beat)
Little homey ain't but sixteen years and a millionaire
Sittin' on somethin' clever talkin' about, 40 water can you help me out?
Can you give me some kind of advice
'Cause I ain't tryin' to be up in this bitch forever?
(To da beat)

Told all my motherfuckers to try to wash they monies
And make some kind of good out of bad, buy you a couple offixer uppers
Shit it ain't gotta be no brand new Caddy
(To da beat)
Use da dope game as a stepping stone, let your little sister run it
Turn one of the fixer-uppers into a care home, I'da done it
(To da beat)

Where I'm from, Vallejo California born and raised in crew
We got the highest paid police force, look what they do
(To da beat)
Too busy tryin' to scrutinize and slander me
As much as I done did for the community
(To da beat)

Do me a favor why don't you go out of state and go visit
Some of your family members down South and mention Vallejo
And I bet the first thing that come up out their mouth
Is Earl Stevens and Danell, bump this shit 'til your tape break
And you're a bitch if you didn't buy my last tape, Beotch

It's to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
A to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
Cranks out da beat y'all, voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, now do it up and say whassup off-i-sah-ha
(To da beat)

Sahsinister shit, for you to ride to, you got your clip?
Uh huh, aight, then let me guide you into my world
(To da beat)
Straight up, this ain't no circus, playboys and girls
Listen up, we's 'bout to get on turbans, boom boom
(To da beat)

Woofers in the back boom boom! Niggaz and bitches talkin' 'bout
Did you hear that nigga 40 water new shit?
That nigga got the slack!
(To da beat)
You can pat that nigga down with a metal detector
And still not have a clue
Fools be slidin' up in parties on crutches
Limpin', with a derringer in his shoe
(To da beat)

Fuck a Cuban cigar, give me a black and mild
Then watch me tear up a brand new hundred dollar bill
And throw it in the crowd
(To da beat)
I don't need no iron, I'm already crisp
(Whatchu got, whatchu got, whatchu got)
I don't need no money, I got mouthpiece
(To da beat)

Closed mouth tank get fed, dude what you talkin' here, what
All of a sudden you got amnesia nigga
I know you didn't forget who buttered your bread
(To da beat)
Old money but new game playboy and it ain't recycled
I ain't to be toyed with, so don't call me Tyko
(To da beat)

A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
A to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
Cranks out da beat y'all, voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, now do it up and say whassup off-i-sah-ha

A to da beat
A to da beat y'all
A to da beat
A to da beat y'all

A to da beat
A to da beat y'all
A to da beat
A to da beat

A to da beat
A to da beat y'all
A to da beat
A to da beat

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