- E-40 All Day Long 歌詞
- E-40
- Paupa got beats making history, on God!
Young *****, Glock on me with my chains on
I could never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one *** ** that I changed on
I been gettin' to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My *****s ride for me, yeah we some thugs
They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love
Big bag, i been getting to the money
I know *****s out here really wish I bummy
Glock twenty-three, tucked by the tummy
**** it back,
Pull the trigger ***** please don't be a dummy
We gon' ride around his block and let them shots off
If we catch a op slippin' let them Glocks off
All my *****s official and y'all be knock offs
***** we do this in loving memory of Popoff, uh
I been gettin' to the bag, put on for my section
I can't really trust a soul so I keep a weapon
Got Balenciaga's on my feet every time I step in
Two fingers with a thumb, you know what I'm reppin'
Young ***** and I gotta get my bang on
Keep a Glock every time I got my chains on
Big choppa enemigos we gon' rain on
Young ***** I'm just tryna put the gang on
Young *****, Glock on me with my chains on
I could never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one ***** that I changed on
I been gettin' to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My *****s ride for me, yeah we some thugs
They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love
Oouuah
Decades , decades, I been in it for decades (Decades)
Methane, propane, ninety-one oct-in-ane
*******, ******* comin' outta the gih-name (Gih-name)
Magazine that's the street I clih-zame
Some of my comrades doin' it big,
Some of my comrades doin' it small
Me personally, I sell music and alcohol
They call me E-40 I' m not a phony (Not a phony)
The soil love me like fried bologna (Fried bologna)
I'm havin' my cheese and grits
With my prawns and my fried fish
Back in the glory days, I used to sell hella bricks
Then I went to hibernation and took a vacation
How many years ago?
Thirty plus years ago, statute of limitations
When I was flea-flickin ',
I was servin' the other side (For real?)
But they didn't even know, just me and my guys (The Hills)
The other side can be anywhere in your city ( Anywhere)
When there was a drought I was breakin' down zippies (Onions)
Biatch!
Young *****, Glock on me with my chains on
I could never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one ***** that I changed on
I been gettin' to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My *****s ride for me, yeah we some thugs
They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love
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