Clown Wit It – E-40 – letras

(E-40)Forty water and MystikalWhat cha know about that nigga?Huh?(E-40)What cha want girl?You interested in a thug ass niggaWit battle wounds and scarsLawyers, doctors, rappers, R&B singers or sports stars?Wig splittas and dome crackers that s all I’m accustomed toAllergic to suckas and bustas and get to sneezin and shit aaachew!Ain’t affiliated wit pathological liars and name droppersJust bosses and mafia niggasSlick talkers and collar poppa sDrug traffic and racketeer bank robbersYoung pits pants saggin totin and packin choppersI’m having this ghetto money tryin to stay papered up like a faxI keep tellin all these niggas out this wayyou ain’t got to have dandruff to have scratchProtect yo neck and yo chestSee my mentality hasn’t changed just my physical address nothin less (less)I smoke wit the gromiest and the highestTakin my chances on hepatitisSharin my forty s of malt liquor drinkin211 after any old nigga thinking&(Chorus)Clown wit it, Clown wid itPimpin mob wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itPlayer boss wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itGive a fuck wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itI mean sic wid itClown wit it, Clown wid itPimpin mob wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itPlayer boss wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itGive a fuck wit itClown wit it, Clown wid it(Mystikal)Nigga you must have been drinkin dog waterIf you think you can fuck wit the bayou godfatherSmoke like scaldin water I’m come from the 12th wardCuts and welts and scars whoever face-offBurnin and turnin they lights out makin them stay darkBody beatin and sweepin keepin em sleepinheat seekin deletincause bitch I ain need chafeel like bullets hit cha when the rhymes flyin offwhen I get finish wit chayou gonna feelinDog tired boss (John Cofey from the Green Mile)Jump shop, hop flight, cop ride andTellin finally smell it and chop it up wit FonzarelliThese niggas be sounding like they talking bout they on onebut when I come they only fuck up one run like homerunFire-bringaRhyme-singaPussy-bangaYoung dick- slangaThey funky like Kunta Kinte own thangon my bike I’m ridin the fuckin rap game on the handle bars(Chorus)Clown wit it, Clown wid itPimpin mob wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itPlayer boss wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itGive a fuck wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itI mean sic wid itClown wit it, Clown wid itPimpin mob wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itPlayer boss wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itGive a fuck wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itI’m talkin sic wid it(E-40)Livin in California ain’t always to cuteLike New OrleansYou can fuck around and get yo head put on flat in a road rage disputeThe poor get poorerAnd the rich keep gettin richerThese hoers keep pourinAnd the spicks keep getting slickerI play the game for what it s worthHard like penitentiary steel not soft like a NerfI know some cats, seriously homey maybe twice,ain’t neva been pass four blocks in they li-a-lifedudes can’t even dream a dream about gettin paidjust sittin on the corner sittin there for about a decadeI might not be the sharpest tool in the shed but I’m a rebelSome cats’ll bury their self alivejust to prove they know how to use a shovelAnd about you sounding like everybody else ass rappers knock my flowBut in the back of your head you really be sayinthat their nigga right their be snappinthat nigga from the bayI ain’t even gon lie pimpinThat nigga a fool right theirHe got a fool styleThat nigga their can go&go(Chorus)Clown wit it, Clown wid itPimpin mob wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itPlayer boss wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itGive a fuck wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itI mean sic wid itClown wit it, Clown wid itPimpin mob wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itPlayer boss wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itGive a fuck wit itClown wit it, Clown wid itI’m talkin sic wid it