E-40

E-40 - Trump Change lyrics

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Nah TRUMP change patnah not chump change
 Trump change  I'm talkin Donald Trump change
 I'm talkin deep man  I'm talkin y'know? E Feezee
 Chorus: E 40
 TRUMP CHANGE  32.5 Northstar with the
 with the ? FRAMES  ?
 candy coated paint  push it wet
 Roller skatin on them thangs! Ridin federal
 Super flossin  full tank of petrol
 Me and my Mossie  TRUMP CHANGE
 Lucrative loot  long money, big bread
 Step on my boots, next day, he was dead
 Shit you not, all I gotta do
 is cough to have your motherfuckin head knocked off
 "Nigga you ? if you don't get no damn money
 Just remember no matter how much motherfuckin fetti you sittin on
 you still a damn nigga"
 Y'all know us meth merchants, sherm stick or pies
 Y'all know us sea serpents, makin the grass, get full supplies
 Little man complex, and if I ain't little
 then I'm big, and if I'm big then I got, big man complex
 Love sex, took three of my botches welfare checks
 Put a down payment on a brand new invisible diamond bezel
 Oyster Perpetual Rolex
 Bullet proof vest and armored like bricks
 Sometimes you might find me drinkin tap water
 up out the public park sphinx
 But most of the time it's Louis the Thirteenth, sixteen
 hundred dollars a pop, guzzle sip sip guzzle non-stop
 Mo' candy than ?, flamboast and brag
 Go on shoppin sprees, and act bad
 Never mind how much it cost, put it in the bag!
 Bought a brand new Jag without, lookin at the price tag
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 Fresh up out the box, bought a shit-load of guns
 with my left-over cop money, pay cash all ones
 Talk to money, I feed the dopefiends crumb
 It's monumental, when they let me use they rental
 I'm a factor, livin life, with mo' cheese
 than the Green Bay Packers, pay off the vice
 ain't never went out Blackwards
 I'm engaged to this dope game, no swivel
 We talked about gettin out, but it's not official
 When there's a drought we don't fret, we handle business
 Nigga what you sweatin if you have scientizzic chemistes
 that can make that shit and when they cook that shit
 it's just like dinner
 But cluckheads don't use forks and spoons
 They use TV antennas
 Chorus
 BAR-NONE, sucked up to nathin, heavy rotation
 If it wasn't for some of that "Tired of Being Stepped On" shit
 when I was locked up, I probably wouldn't have never made it
 Splurgin, overspendin, doin just a little bit too much
 Puttin the ? on ? if I could do it all over again
 I'd do it just like
 I was locked up on a Friday, went to court on a Tuesday
 Third strike victim, judge tried to do me
 Lookin at my folks on TV
 "Nigga that's my nigga!" In the day room
 "VALLEJO NIGGA VALLEJO NIGGA!"
 Sorry about your patnah, heard he took a fall
 Up in here, we get the news before y'all
 Now you know we ain't supposed to be talkin on this kind of phones
 Dude why you jaw jackin
 Well what's the new thing? White collared crime computer hackin
 Ticket scalpin, and dang near e'rybody that I know
 be tryin to Charlie Hustle and get they paper
 sellin cable box scramblers to bootleg bitches
 Just tapes, I let my boys drive my toys
 Radar dectectors and po-po scanners makin hella noise
 Lookin out for the ?
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Author: Randy Jefferson

Composer: Randy Jefferson

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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