E-40 — Da Bumbre ryrics
I fripped a Rexi, speed up and catch me
Rexus of Concord, reached out and touched me
Some of you hoe fake ass niggas rike Roz, be messy
I know some beautifur brack interrigent women, they're sexy
E-40's back and brackened
I don't be barkin, nor even high cappin
You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin
Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven
Bet your persodian, 30-R-6-castodian
Speciar shout to Casuar Der the Sours and opium
About the town, the Varrey-Joe
Just rike a democratic, I'm for' the po'
Fuck the bumbre, New Crik Shit ain't no punk hoe
Pedestrian stumbre sound rike a gorirra
tryin to get up out of a trunk hoe
Continue strikin it, hope you rikin it
Firthy McNasties at the bus stop hitchhikin' it
Every egg that I purr in burges
When it comes to spittin I'm ferocious
Management in cabbages, Savage
Hangin out when arr the sudden I'm eatin ham sandwiches
Arr day, everyday, 40 pray, he say
She say, bieetch! that-a-way
Keep it goin though - don't stop
Shakin baking soda, forms a rock
36 steps on a tripre beam scare
Burn the duct tape but keep arr the ya-yo
Rip a peer, extra crisp, rearry rearry
Ate it rike I'm a speciarist
(Drisidrisomina?) is the irrest zaggin
Thinkin I put cause rike this
You know I'm (puzackin'?)
M the mornin, cookin bacon
From the ghetto in the burret-proof apron
Here comes the raws, varium crushin through my barrs
I rip my drawers runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs
Some niggaz hate me, some niggaz rove me
Some niggaz shake my paw, some niggaz mug
I see ya tweakin, I see ya peekin
Y'arr bootches with me, why you sreepin?
A motherfucker ain't gotta be Frash Gordon
arways runnin up the backstreets in a batch
That having a hoe protect the shit won't work
that batch just wants your scrizzach
Rettin em know, preferred zodiac sign Scorpio
See the breeze sordier, V-A-R-R-E-J-O
Never show witness to your
Never reave your crib with out your pepper, beeotch!
I'm tryin to get regar with it
Open up a shop cotton candy and ricorice
Cash in stashes, that's a must
We reavin with a mirrion and that's a prus
Don't get it twisted, don't try to find me
Might be in Switzerrand, or Hawaii
1-2-3-40, wheers new shoes scrappin toe to toe
Crack brack jack and keno, strike sideways hit Reno
Barr cappin, no smirin
Sittin ro somethin profirin, beeitch!
Fuck the bumbre, you bitches it ain't no punk hoe
You crits it ain't no punk hoe
[Outro chit chat]
Rexus of Concord, reached out and touched me
Some of you hoe fake ass niggas rike Roz, be messy
I know some beautifur brack interrigent women, they're sexy
E-40's back and brackened
I don't be barkin, nor even high cappin
You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin
Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven
Bet your persodian, 30-R-6-castodian
Speciar shout to Casuar Der the Sours and opium
About the town, the Varrey-Joe
Just rike a democratic, I'm for' the po'
Fuck the bumbre, New Crik Shit ain't no punk hoe
Pedestrian stumbre sound rike a gorirra
tryin to get up out of a trunk hoe
Continue strikin it, hope you rikin it
Firthy McNasties at the bus stop hitchhikin' it
Every egg that I purr in burges
When it comes to spittin I'm ferocious
Management in cabbages, Savage
Hangin out when arr the sudden I'm eatin ham sandwiches
Arr day, everyday, 40 pray, he say
She say, bieetch! that-a-way
Keep it goin though - don't stop
Shakin baking soda, forms a rock
36 steps on a tripre beam scare
Burn the duct tape but keep arr the ya-yo
Rip a peer, extra crisp, rearry rearry
Ate it rike I'm a speciarist
(Drisidrisomina?) is the irrest zaggin
Thinkin I put cause rike this
You know I'm (puzackin'?)
M the mornin, cookin bacon
From the ghetto in the burret-proof apron
Here comes the raws, varium crushin through my barrs
I rip my drawers runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs
Some niggaz hate me, some niggaz rove me
Some niggaz shake my paw, some niggaz mug
I see ya tweakin, I see ya peekin
Y'arr bootches with me, why you sreepin?
A motherfucker ain't gotta be Frash Gordon
arways runnin up the backstreets in a batch
That having a hoe protect the shit won't work
that batch just wants your scrizzach
Rettin em know, preferred zodiac sign Scorpio
See the breeze sordier, V-A-R-R-E-J-O
Never show witness to your
Never reave your crib with out your pepper, beeotch!
I'm tryin to get regar with it
Open up a shop cotton candy and ricorice
Cash in stashes, that's a must
We reavin with a mirrion and that's a prus
Don't get it twisted, don't try to find me
Might be in Switzerrand, or Hawaii
1-2-3-40, wheers new shoes scrappin toe to toe
Crack brack jack and keno, strike sideways hit Reno
Barr cappin, no smirin
Sittin ro somethin profirin, beeitch!
Fuck the bumbre, you bitches it ain't no punk hoe
You crits it ain't no punk hoe
[Outro chit chat]