Trump Change – E-40 – letras

Trump change? (Chump change)Nah TRUMP change patnah not chump changeTrump change, I’m talkin Donald Trump changeI’m talkin Steve Wynn, I’m talkin y’know? E-FeezeeChorus: E-40TRUMP CHANGE, 32 valve Northstar with thewith the ? FRAMES, ?candy coated paint, pushin weightRoller skatin on them thangs! Ridin federalSuper-flossin, full tank of petrolMe and my Mossie, TRUMP CHANGELucrative loot, long money, big breadStep on my boots, next day, he was deadShit you not, all I gotta dois cough to have your motherfuckin head knocked off »Nigga you my nigga if you don’t get no damn moneyJust remember no matter how much motherfuckin fetti you sittin onyou still a damn nigga »Y’all know us meth merchants, sherm stick or piesY’all know us sea serpents, makin the grass, get full suppliesLittle man complex, and if I ain’t littlethen I’m big, and if I’m big then I got, big man complexLove sex, took three of my botches welfare checksPut a down payment on a brand new invisible diamond bezelOyster Perpetual RolexBullet proof vest and armored like bricksSometimes you might find me drinkin tap waterup out the public park sinksBut most of the time it’s Louis the Thirteenth, sixteenhundred dollars a pop, guzzle sip sip guzzle non-stopMo’ candy than c it’s coca leaves, flamboast and bragGo on shoppin sprees, and act badNever mind how much it cost, put it in the bag!Bought a brand new Jag without, lookin at the price tagChorusFresh up out the box, bought a shit-load of gunswith my left-over cop money, pay cash all onesTalk to me, I feed the dopefiends crumbsIt’s monumental, when they let me use they rentalI’m a factor, livin life, with mo’ cheesethan the Green Bay Packers, pay off the viceain’t never went out BlackwardsI’m engaged to this dope game, no swivelWe talked about gettin out, but it’s not officialWhen there’s a drought we don’t fret, we handle businessNigga what you sweatin if you have scientizzic chemistesthat can make that shit and when they cook that shitit’s just like dinnerBut cluckheads don’t use forks and spoonsThey use TV antennasChorusBAR-NONE, sucked up to nathin, heavy rotationIf it wasn’t for some of that « Tired of Being Stepped On » shitwhen I was locked up, I probably wouldn’t have never made itSplurgin, overspendin, doin just a little bit too muchPuttin the ? on a new 40 if I could do it all over againI’d do it just likeI was locked up on a Friday, went to court on a TuesdayThird strike victim, judge tried to do meLookin at my folks on TV »Nigga that’s my nigga! » In the day room »VALLEJO NIGGA (watchin’ BET) VALLEJO NIGGA! »Sorry about your patnah, heard he took a fallUp in here, we get the news before y’allNow you know we ain’t supposed to be talkin on this kind of phonesDude why you jaw jackinWell what’s the new thing? White collared crime computer hackinTicket scalpin, and dang near e’rybody that I knowbe tryin to Charlie Hustle and get they papersellin cable box scramblers to bootleg bitchesJust tapes, I let my boys drive my toysRadar dectectors and po-po scanners makin hella noiseLookin out for the Elroys