Yee – E-40 – letras

[Chrous]That’s the call of my thugsWhen they step up in the club they go yeeWhen you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yeeYou can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin’ yeeIf its lookin’ like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee[E-40]My area code grows some of the best weed in the worldMy ninja we aint no punkThey say we need to take a bath in tomato juiceCause we always smell like skunkSloppy drunk nine times out of ten every time you see meBending corners in my brand new Dodge Durango HemiPimpin’ the law up on us – Officer Smokey and Mr. Johnny LawAlways pullin’ me over and searchin’ my fucking carSearchin’ my Gluteus Maximus – flashlight in my jawActin’ like some batchesses – thinkin’ I got rockDoin’ it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the lid, smoke a spliff,Earl bent, push ya wig, bout’ my nigEverybody wanna talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that barkEverybody wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that saw, wanna peel up topI get a call from young bop, he up out my zoneHe said yo hillside nigga Ned on his way homeI said well tell him to call me – I love his ass to deathAny nigga hatin’ we gonna take his last breath[Chrorus]That’s the call of my thugsWhen they step up in the club they go yeeWhen you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yeeYou can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin’ yeeIf its lookin’ like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee[Too $orth]Biatch ! It’s yo partna from the town ma’anI see yall doin’ it big you getting’ down ma’anYeah I fuck with the V, Richmond know meWhere every niggas ballin’ that’s where bitches gonna beYou can go across the bridge fucking wit a bitchDon’t matter which side you be all up in some shit before you know itIt aint like it used to beEverybody got straps to shoot you or meI give a fuck about who, I don’t even know youSup – yeah pimpin’ I got my thang tooAnd its coo cause I know you know itI aint even gotta pull itI aint even gotta show itDon’t blow it – that’s what a black man’s thinkin’I’ll be laying underground in a casket stinkin’If I slip I gotta keep my poise you here that 808 bumpin’ Whats all that noise[Repeat Chorus]That’s the call of my thugsWhen they step up in the club they go yeeWhen you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yeeYou can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin’ yeeIf its lookin’ like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yeeGet ya head busted in – im not your boy or your friendGet ya head busted in – im not your boy or your friendYou said that do that, pull that, shoot thatNow where your crew atWhat you gonna do nextIm a west coast nigga yeeIm a east coast nigga yeeIm a down south nigga yeeIm a Midwest nigga yee[Repeat Chorus]That’s the call of my thugsWhen they step up in the club they go yeeWhen you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yeeYou can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin’ yeeIf its lookin’ like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee