Nigga Shit – E-40 – letras

Straight nigga shit, nigga shit[Mack 10]I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the partyPuffin on chronic and drinkin on BacardiGotta represent Cali and bang ’til death do usThrowin the haters off and keep our folks next to usFor me to bust a Bay bitch she gotta be the thickestI dig them Bay niggaz cause they Sic’Wid’It and Click-ishLike that there nigga, re-cop from Mack DiamondPop a collar one time, let me know you’re still timin[B-Legit]I’m a Bay nigga, all in L.A. niggaNo matter what you say nigga, long as you pay niggaI figure – you want it bad enough, you gon’ take yo’ shitA steel toe mack down to break yo’ bitchAnd she cain’t be fixed, so what if she yours?We turn housewifes to everyday whoresSend ’em up in stores with the false IDto get DVD’s and big screen TV’sWanna be like me? I run from viceCatch a out-of-towner and I’m takin his iceThrow him in the trunk with the bag and the miceI know it ain’t nice but nigga that’s lifeBlack black on the scratch, no tradin back2000 ‘llac, can you fuck with that?Me, Mack, 40, Shot and BoskoAll strapped down with the roscoes[Chorus: E-40, B-Legit][E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit[E] Click shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit[E] Sick shit, big nigga shit [B] Big nigga shit[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit[E] Click shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit[E] Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit [B] Hard liquor beatch![D-Shot]Here I come.. steppin out the VaderThey call me D-Shot and I’m about my paperBeen in this game since eighty-sixOne of the first bosses to hit the independent lickY’all know my dawgs is the C-L-I-C-KThem true boss ballers that done paved the wayI throw my Roley up in the airIt cost me 25 K, do you think I care?I rolls bodies, as thick as you can get ’emYou know them 600’s with the V-12 emblems?The rap game’s been good to meI like the money and the hoes and the V.I.P.The lavish lifestyle that I liveconsist of big-ass parties and sippin ginWe puff trees, we smoke ’em by the ounceWe hit the studio and then bounce[Chorus][E-40]See I’ma, street walker, gun clapperPapered up hood nigga livin like a rapperIf you see me you would think I sold a million copylike what’s-her-name? Ice all on my bodyAll kind of bitches be thumpin over a motherfucker for the worstOne of ’em got a pair of ?? school college scissors in her purseReady to take off on a nig’, take a nig’ (beatch)Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig’See I’m a slick talkin boss playafull of straight mindgames and schemesFind your botch’s weakness, get off in her jeansTell her she’s the sweetest, pull her mental fileSee if I can help cause she’s livin in denial (bitch)You liable to find me on the ave, slangin o’sParked on the curb, sippin white Irish rossSmokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes (what else?)Hella perved, standin on my P’s and toes[Chorus][Suga-T]I’m sportin Benzes, Cutlasses, smoke trees and hustle for G’sPop game that pertain to plenty, shoppin spreesMagic shows, gatherings and ceremoniesWhat’s your testimony? Ain’t nuttin bout me phonyI’m a boss bitch botchKnown for smugglin heroin balloons in my crotchBeat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the blockTeasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit[sung]We’re just some real ass niggazWe’re ballaholics everydayWe’re not your ordinary niggazOur only motive is to get paidWe’re just some real ass niggazWe’re ballaholics everydayWe’re not your ordinary niggazOur only motive is to get paidWe’re not your ordinary niggazWe’re not your ordinary niggazWe’re not your ordinary niggazWe’re not your ordinary niggaz