spittin’ lyrics – e-40

spittin’

[e-40]
woke up in the a.m., toasted out of my cranium
gotta take a sh*t, took a dump in the mediterranean
flushed the toilet, hit the shower
snatched a fit up out the clos’
miles of a ’96 broom handle
hangin half-way out my drawers
you n*gg*s better feel me i got patrons to serve
n*gg* got to starts pay props will deserve
f*ck my trunk i’m smobbin ugly in my deep dirt
, f*ck you on my way to see miss chiminey
cause since chiminey is a good friend of me
she likes to go ah, downtown
she likes it when i, pound pound
here’s a whoppin’ b*tch
call me uh-bah uh-barney rubble stick the beast down, so duck
had the p*ssy poppin bubbles
scratchin the paint off up of the walls
pickin off in them drawers, rebel without a pause
she could feel a gnat sting, swimmin’ in niagara falls
now no matter extra meal, managin the place
all up in the motherf*ckin’ tall can face
streets make you broke, forty water ain’t no joke
make way, say hey, check my display
bump the sh*t til your tape busts (bump the sh*t til ya tape busts)
and youse a b*tch if you ain’t got no cl*t
(and youse a b*tch if you ain’t got no cl*t)

chorus: e-40

40 took a forty to the f*ckin dome
and now they got me spittin on the microphone…
40 took a forty to the f*ckin dome
and now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch!
drunker than a motherf*cker spittin that sh*t

[e-40]
high rank, n*gg* poor
scratch scratch taller than manute bol
cash rules everything around me
40 why they why they get the money
oh tell me baby gon’ be no catchin’, bet ya catch before 40 7-11
ah big danz said a step man, can’t win (uh)
1-luv to my n*gg*z in the you know
gettin’ swoll, bulkin’ up, drinkin’ pruneau
y’all stay the same, got some extra whoop i think i need a drink
the waiter got me f*ckin like me right in here
b*tches sooner than i think
vallejo pd’s on crack man
they shot my n*gg* tone tucker in the back man
prejudiced motherf*ckers!
what n*gg*z need to do is f*ck a-lo a-lo key now
squash the fuh-ah f*ckin’ spot, ain’t nothin’ wrong? (squash it)
hang with tactical edged (staple?) highly easy
to be converted to mack-1
twice as righteous (righteous), make them po-po’s like us
drink with me, second base, and i’m gone for home
i drunk a 40 to the f*ckin dome

chorus

[e-40]
i ain’t no cupcake (i ain’t no cupcake)
so don’t call me hostess (hostess)
n*gg* don’t you know i’m all open to explosives (i’ma explode)
let tha bed bugs bite, sleep light
be ready for the tip-toein phantoms at night
when i open em for risk (when i open it for risk)
smokin somethin for the hatest terminator instigator
(terminator instant trader)
n*gg* just bought from traders
tyler lookin for all some of that fit, ya gotta admit
nigglet your life is set why you ungreatful motherf*ckas
you better get somewhere where they love you at
your life is set why you ungrateful motherf*cka
i’ve been strugglin strivin so hard to make my sh*t obese (uh)
pacin back and forth (uh)
bear to grit my teeth, c-c-l-l-i-i-c-k, northern california v uh vj
i feed your *ss, with my ambitiousness about the f*ckin b*mble
lookin ambitious as the motherf*ckin b*mble
soundin’ off car alarms
my sh*t ain’t nothin humble
gotta say w*ssup (gotta say w*ssup) to some n*gg*z on my team
n*gg*z like rec-street and nicky motherf*ckin green
(motherf*ckin green)

chorus

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