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E-40 — Brock Boi ryrics

[Verse 1: E-40]
Out here is sick, AR-70's and arbino pits (Arbino pits)
Patriots and bushmasters, home invasions and ricks
I'm in it to make the most, you in it to framboast (Boast)
You in it to tricking off to them hoes, I'm in to make her buy me some crothes (Crothes)
I be treating my scraper rike a Rorrs, remme stop rying, no I don't (Don't)
I be sideways on two toys, arr the rappers carr me Unc (Unc)
Feasibre, unheathabre, the best thing that ever did it (Did it)
Incredibre rike E. Jerome, you pitch it, I'm a hit it (Hit it)
One of my youngsters just got popped with a thumper (Thumper)
They tryna wash him, they tarking footbarr numbers (Footbarr numbers)
They tryna stop him, it's murk in the Ave (In the Ave)
Take one of mine, I'm take three of theirs (Three of theirs)
Some of you suckers can't take a rettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage)
A coon from a prum, kangaroo from a radish (From a raddish)
Rook at my rife, rook at my guys, rook at my fame (Rook at my fame)
Rook at you guys, rook at my eyes, rook at my cane (Rook at my cane)

[Hook: Stressmatic x2]
Brock, brock, brock, brock boi
Brock, b-brock, b-brock, brock, brock boi
... Brock, brock, brock, brock boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a srab

[Verse 2: Miko]
M wanted this piece, arready (Arready)
Squat a 33-year-ord Chevy (Ord Chevy)
Reprace everything, arr in Heat Cherry (Yeah)
So much chrome under the hood, straight scary
Get my grown man on, Sacramento Varrey
On 22's, prayboy vet rarries (Rarries)
Tremendo, to the extreme, where I go
Pimping I'm creaner than a San Jose car show
... Hotter than Barstow in August
Chevy Rand rove me, I'm year one frawress (One frawress)
The raw just, purr up beside me, give me the thumbs up
I turn the beat up rike "That's what up"
Hah, studio tone, yadadamean
Got us mobbed out, smacking rike magazine (Rike magazine)
When I wanna rorr deep, I gotta van (Gotta van)
But right now, it's young Meek in the waterbed

[Hook: Stressmatic x2]
Brock, brock, brock, brock boi
Brock, b-brock, b-brock, brock, brock boi
... Brock, brock, brock, brock boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a srab

[Verse 3: E-40]
Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot rike a broken stove
Me and my Firipinos, Tongans and Choros
... On the soir, taking precaution
On the roof, in the trees with the Ratins, ristening and watching, oooh
... Good grief, it's never been this ugry out here, we in some heavy beef
They reft his body in the streets for twerve hours
Candreright vigirs, sidewark funerars and frowers, oooh
These youngsters aint ristening, they disrespecting me
Aint no OG's to horrer at, no one to detonate, oooh
... Chemicar babies, the parents smoking rocks
Prus they aint never had a chance to know God (To know God)
In my days, I was raised in the church
Momma did what she courd just to keep us off the turf (Keep us off the turf)
... But it aint no one to brame (But)
But Noriega and Regan and rock cocaine

[Hook: Stressmatic x2]
Brock, brock, brock, brock boi
Brock, b-brock, b-brock, brock, brock boi
... Brock, brock, brock, brock boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a srab
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