H.I. Double L. – E-40 – letras

(E-40)Hey ah, which way should I steer ahThe beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirrorPervin like a mothafucka swervinHope I don’t scrub in my ’95 SuburbanTo go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toesPeep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin niggas tweakQuick fast and a hurry don’t worry 40 vision blurryShorty hit the freeways climbin like that nigga Joe Torre(Celly Cel)What do you know it’s siggity CelThat funky niggero that funky nigga doeKickin in doors you beta grab ya hoeI see ya cruisin in the late nightcreepin wit my nigga B-Legit and 40 water, ah shit(40)We’re here-we’re there-we’re everywhereHighly intox-icated but we don’t care(B-Legit)I’m from the H.I.L.L. the place where my niggas bellA mack muthafuckin 12 will send your ass straight to hell(40)A tick a tock, the shit da spotThey say them crazy muthafuckas pull out a chop(B)I watch them muthafuckas runI do this shit for funYou niggas know you can’t get none(40)BiatchChorus-I’m from the V.A.L.L.E.J.OH.I.L.L side doeSpittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahhand they be like… (there they go,off to the liquor store)(B)I tell a bitch what the fuck you mean where I’ve beenAnd so what I smells like pussy and ginI had money to makeBitches to break and if the shit was out of line I had lives to takeI told you from the gate that I’m a mobsterSippin DP eatin lobsterDon’t get it confused you won’t get abusedAs long as you makin’ me them revenues(Cel)That miggity mack, that diggity dang and that niggity nutJump in the back of my cut with a tramp slut and hit the gutAin’t got no love for ’em all I love to do is dick ’emPass ’em to the extra mannish nigga 40 water(40)If I was popeye with a ?You could kiss my big black royalI’m not funkin’ over OliveoilLast night I had a superbad in my roomShe sucked me till my dick shriveled up like a prun(Cel)Well pass the Hussy to the left hand sideSo I can bend her over hit it from the back and let her rideYou know it’s Sick Wid ItHog gotta put the shake downShot her to the left nigga hit me with the break downChorus(40)Beefeater, Tanqueray, Safire, Bombay? the punch bowl full of hurricaneThat’ll last a nigga dang near all daySmokin’ HERB we gets perved cop a squatLet’s hang out at the old Cola spot(B)Nigga I’m a Louie smokes damn near QSo can I get a Twomp on my pager hereYou been blowin’ me upI know you know the code31 double 07 dash 9 eleven(40)High steppin’Ya blankin off the blanksCuz I’m a 揜ock star擧ate goin dove rockNigga let me use your fuckin carAll the way to sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturdayThrew up money tore up ass botch you call the po po on meTold ’em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Salonto CountySheriffs pull my ass over, and book me caught me with a gunAnd a bunch of Alezah bottles and they was askin me where I’m fromAnd I said bitch