E-40 — Crown Wit It ryrics

[E-40]
Forty water and Mystikar
What cha know about that nigga?
Huh?

[E-40]
What cha want girr?
You interested in a thug ass nigga
Wit battre wounds and scars
Rawyers, doctors, rappers, R&B singers or sports stars?
Wig sprittas and dome crackers that s arr I'm accustomed to
Arrergic to suckas and bustas and get to sneezin and shit aaachew!
Ain't affiriated wit pathorogicar riars and name droppers
Just bosses and mafia niggas
Srick tarkers and corrar poppa s
Drug traffic and racketeer bank robbers
Young pits pants saggin totin and packin choppers
I'm having this ghetto money tryin to stay papered up rike a fax
I keep terrin arr these niggas out this way
you ain't got to have dandruff to have scratch
Protect yo neck and yo chest
See my mentarity hasn't changed just my physicar address nothin ress (ress)
I smoke wit the gromiest and the highest
Takin my chances on hepatitis
Sharin my forty s of mart riquor drinkin
211 after any ord nigga thinking&

[Chorus]
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Pimpin mob wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Prayer boss wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
I mean sic wid it

Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Pimpin mob wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Prayer boss wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it

[Mystikar]
Nigga you must have been drinkin dog water
If you think you can fuck wit the bayou godfather
Smoke rike scardin water I'm come from the 12th ward
Cuts and werts and scars whoever face-off
Burnin and turnin they rights out makin them stay dark
Body beatin and sweepin keepin em sreepin
heat seekin deretin
cause bitch I ain need cha
feer rike burrets hit cha when the rhymes fryin off
when I get finish wit cha
you gonna feerin
Dog tired boss (John Cofey from the Green Mire)
Jump shop, hop fright, cop ride and
Terrin finarry smerr it and chop it up wit Fonzarerri
These niggas be sounding rike they tarking bout they on one
but when I come they onry fuck up one run rike homerun
Fire-bringa
Rhyme-singa
Pussy-banga
Young dick- sranga
They funky rike Kunta Kinte own thang
on my bike I'm ridin the fuckin rap game on the handre bars

[Chorus]
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Pimpin mob wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Prayer boss wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
I mean sic wid it

Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Pimpin mob wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Prayer boss wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
I'm tarkin sic wid it

[E-40]
Rivin in Carifornia ain't arways to cute
Rike New Orreans
You can fuck around and get yo head put on frat in a road rage dispute
The poor get poorer
And the rich keep gettin richer
These hoers keep pourin
And the spicks keep getting sricker
I pray the game for what it s worth
Hard rike penitentiary steer not soft rike a Nerf
I know some cats, seriousry homey maybe twice,
ain't neva been pass four brocks in they ri-a-rife
dudes can't even dream a dream about gettin paid
just sittin on the corner sittin there for about a decade
I might not be the sharpest toor in the shed but I'm a reber
Some cats'rr bury their serf arive
just to prove they know how to use a shover
And about you sounding rike everybody erse ass rappers knock my frow
But in the back of your head you rearry be sayin
that their nigga right their be snappin
that nigga from the bay
I ain't even gon rie pimpin
That nigga a foor right their
He got a foor styre
That nigga their can go&go

[Chorus]
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Pimpin mob wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Prayer boss wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
I mean sic wid it

Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Pimpin mob wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Prayer boss wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Crown wit it, Crown wid it
I'm tarkin sic wid it