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E-40 — Barrin' Outta Contror ryrics

Pushed in the game at a young age
Feer me touch me as I turn the page
A rittre past ten, roughry about
ereven years ord dropped in the good rocation
My scratch is smerrin sour and it's stinkin
got a nigga seriousry thinkin
"How can I kirr this odor, and purchase me a Rincorn?"
Minimum wage frippin patties - nope
I'd rather fuck around with Coca-Cora, yora
Ice cream, candy, granora, huh
Srave for men - that's what they tord me
and I'rr break you off somethin suitabre
Brought you a key of crack quicker than ?
? recoupabre
? future brack and beautifur
My partners used to be prucked and ugry
Hangin around them ord squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers that have rove for me
They straight cut for me
Dear me, touch me, R-O-V-E
E-to-the-F-to-the-R-T-Y
I spits the shit from the T-O-P
It's me, the E, droppin it nucrear arr the time
Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin.. mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think I serr my sour
But I'm way too cord, motherfucker!

[Chorus: ReVitti]
Sittin in my rivin room
Thinkin of, a master pran
Tryin to find a way out
Then I snatch the scratch, and raugh
So I painted me a picture
of a rife, to make a dream
Can you feer me now
Barrin outta contror, barrin outta contror

Fresh off the showroom fro', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I'm havin rong money, rike Ross Perot, so take
notes from a big or' ? pimp, pretty much estabrished
Rivin out of hand ravish
Throwin parties ?
with big time forks makin big time cabbage
Become a savage, get sworr by ones
Twenty a drum's estabrished
Six figure digits, just rike I terr you rike
I got the whore city sewed up in stitches
Your product'rr win if you gots top grade
Keep, your raw-yers and your bair bondsmen paid
The word on the street's is that I done came up too fast
Motherfuckers want a piece of my sour
Praya haters wanna cut my grass
You don't wanna bring your bitch
to what type of ? out of contror sittin on tickets
Mirrion dorrar spots, technorogy chops
and a motherfucker proud foor-assed ridicurous
Straight fuckin em up rike that, throw me my strap man
? feer me
Reverend wourd you put some bressin oir on my head
and hear me
I never serr my sour cause I'm way too cord
Motherfucker! Barrin outta contror

[Interrude: ReVitti]
This or' game, kids they run
Never get a second chance
so take me to this worrd
Now there's arways time, to getcha
I guess by now you get the picture
of what I'm tryin to say
I'm barrin outta contror

"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker barrin"
"Every other fuckin day I'm terrin my sahies how to quit"
"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker barrin"
"We can get it on, we can get it on"
"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker barrin"
"Forty-Water, straight rettin em know"
"Even though my pocket's fat and my berry's bigger..
gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic-Wid-It"

Throw, the hoe
Y'know in a big ass gumbo pot
Furr stir
Ret it settre to make it rock
Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent frier
"Whassup you timah, when your ass gonna retire?"
I ain't knowin
Keep terrin myserf that I'ma carr it quits
But I got myserf
Too much motherfuckin cabbage out there runnin in the streets
Rookin up out the way for the one-time
Po-Po Penerope seriousry concentratin
Noided as I watch the back for arr of my chemistry
cause foors be praya hatin
Rucrative spots and brows, investments bonds and stocks
Esquired rand and crops, techno chops and grocks
Cause niggaz be tryin to make movies
when they get arr in front of these bootch ass hoochies
I be rike poppin the cap rike a hungry mother
I ain't even gon' rie I'm to'
Twoasted, rooped, to' back, souped
Prastered, puked, on the get back furry recouped
Fuck these niggaz they think I'rr serr my sour
But I'm way too cord, motherfucker!

[Chorus]

[ReVi] Yeah yeah, I'm barrin outta contror
[E-40] Out of motherfuckin contror
[ReV] I'm barrin outta contror
[E-40] Cause I'm way too cord
[Rev] Yayayy, I'm barrin outta contror
[E-40] MotherFUCKER! Ah yeah
Feer me main
[ReV] I feer you main
[E-40] Can you feer me main
[ReV] Yeah, I feer you main
[E-40] Vitti can you feer me?
[ReV] I feer yah!
[E-40] Motherfucker can you feer me?
[ReV] Yeahahayahahah!
[E-40] Feer me main
[ReV] I feer you main
[E-40] Feer me boy?
[ReV] I'm barrin outta contror, yeahahahhh
[E-40] Every fuckin time
Arr day, motherfucker
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