The Mail Man – E-40 – letras

Kick this shit about the mail man[ VERSE 1 ]Time for the payback, backpayCan’t let homie live to see his birthdayA.K., Forty’s lettin hot ones to the kidneyBootsee muthafucka didn’t know what hit himWhat way, rode up on his ass in a ChevyBaby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavyDomain, shouldn’t a fuck up all my fuckin fettiThat I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another cityThen they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivleLittle old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail manNow his ass is trash like a garbage canCaught up in some shit with the mailman(Boom-boom!) now they gloomMy strap went boom 3xHad him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the room[ VERSE 2 ]They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do)They say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn’t believeThey say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthafucka(Hm-hm) Well, check this part out, brother(Okay) The nigga that the mail man shotLittle homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock(That’s right) Right off that hop, premiditated plotI’ll park around the corner and do a walk-byReconciliation, retaliation on my mindNothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin swineTrapped in the game since 1979My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink wineI’m young, full of cum, nothin to losePaid my dues, I’m settin the rulesI got some clues, and I refuseTo let the sucker that killed my homie get away smooth(Boom-boom!) now they gloomMy strap went boom 3xWhen I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed[ VERSE 3 ]Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin, plottinSchemin, actin like a demonMy pores is stinkin, and I’m all sweatyHallucinatin, smellin like burnt spaghettiOh no, the mail man gotta goHe killed my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo’To go, so I figured that he’s after meTill the word on the streets is that I’m after himTrue, now I’m waitin for departureCause I’m never late on arrivalGrabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-oAnd I can’t forget the glock, cause it’s the most reliableShit, fuck it, I’ma just take the glock deepI scoped out his spot, I know where he sleepsHot-wired the ThunderbirdI’m headed for the suburbsMobbin, doin about a buck fiftyTook the third exit to another part of the cityNow I’m his presence, about to let him have itCaught him walkin to his car, and now he’s in a casket(Boom-boom!) now they gloomMy strap went boom 3xWhen I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed(Boom-boom!) now they gloomMy strap went boom 3xHad him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moonHm-hmMail man needs money, manF-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafuckaHm-hm, the mail manAss-out jungleGotta watch your back and play it wellStay away from fawlty muthafuckasThat’s realBoom-boom-boom-boom-boom!(Boom-boom!)Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moonBoom-boom-boom-boom-boom!(Boom-boom!)