E-40

E-40 - Dey Ain't No lyrics

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Water in the duals make loud glass pack
 Gold tippytoes without a liquor crown
 Bought a set of vogues and left the  stickers on
 Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks
 Paid cash  all ones
 Some old bitch came up to me and said  "What's the latest bro?"
 I said  "I'm tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas hoe"
 She said  "Can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard"
 I said, "You can work the strips and on my boulevard"
 "How much would I make?" I said, "Mega
 Just bring me back my scrill scratch paper"
 Heart heart money money street street hustle
 Sex, drugs, smuggle, bubble
 Horns, dialin, speakers, subbin
 Sound just like the inside of a club-bin
 How many times could a Conrad come so buttery?
 Always on to' back have people lovin me
 Alcoholic drunk that ain't no gimmick B
 I'm always in and out the Betty Ford clinic see
 Drunk paraphenalia cream butterscotch
 Illegal like a garbage of hover rocks
 Workin off my pager you know the ropes I'm makin that
 cabbage cornbread like Oprah
 Diamond satch-uels from ja-fuckin-hoe
 Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt
 In a Major Way I tried to told ya
 Niggaz have my shit fucked back in the days but now they know a
 Sold a bunch of units underground
 They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town
 Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main
 But I'm alive, they was talkin about somebody else main
 *chorus*
 We say dem niggaz P.H.
 But dey really ain't knowin, dey ain't no
 Me rather stack more papes
 And steady get to bubblin, yeah fo' sho'
 Revenues, on my mind
 I can't hold back, now's the time
 Bust a dope addict crack fiend in the jaw
 Fool had his spook on tried to steal my car
 Da Bay, where hoes be janky, sheist
 And niggaz, do so much dirt we got lice
 Prices, go up and down like a teeter-totter
 Filthy shit, ring around the collar
 Just the other day I heard a Bootsy nigga shout
 "Man that nigga don't be doin all that damn shit he talk about"
 Fools think they know me think they got me figured out
 But nigga... nigga?!!
 I plays this shit for bread and meat
 So nigga if you feel froggish leap
 I don't smoke dog food sherm loop or snow
 But I leave a trail of beadies everywhere I go
 So tell a friend like Alpha Beta
 I'm gonna get it like T.C. the money maker, I know you're with it
 Mayday mayday, unexplained object comin your way
 Breaker breaker it's E-40 bitches call me the ahh
 ballin ass, tight clean talkin Big Willer
 Money hungry, penny pinchin stingy nigga
 On the sc-rilla, always on the go-getter
 Scoop a baitch and we can split her
 *chorus*
 Me have no time for de bullshiters (4X
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Author: Earl Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation

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Released in: 1995

Language: English

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