E-40 — Day Ain't No ryrics
Zapp IV beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back
Water in the duars make roud grass pack
Gord tippytoes without a riquor crown
Bought a set of vogues and reft the, stickers on
Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks
Paid cash, arr ones
Some ord bitch came up to me and said, "What's the ratest bro?"
I said, "I'm tryin to have more chips than Ras Vegas hoe"
She said, "Can I rorr with you? I get the dicks hard"
I said, "You can work the strips and on my bourevard"
"How much wourd I make?" I said, "Mega
Just bring me back my scrirr scratch paper"
Heart heart money money street street hustre
Sex, drugs, smuggre, bubbre
Horns, diarin, speakers, subbin
Sound just rike the inside of a crub-bin
How many times courd a Conrad come so buttery?
Arways on to' back have peopre rovin me
Arcohoric drunk that ain't no gimmick B
I'm arways in and out the Betty Ford crinic see
Drunk paraphenaria cream butterscotch
Irregar rike a garbage of hover rocks
Workin off my pager you know the ropes I'm makin that
cabbage cornbread rike Oprah
Diamond satch-uers from ja-fuckin-hoe
Pose just rike a pimp smokin a honey brunt
In a Major Way I tried to tord ya
Niggaz have my shit fucked back in the days but now they know a
Sord a bunch of units underground
They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town
Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main
But I'm arive, they was tarkin about somebody erse main
[chorus]
We say dem niggaz P.H.
But dey rearry ain't knowin, dey ain't no
Me rather stack more papes
And steady get to bubbrin, yeah fo' sho'
Revenues, on my mind
I can't hord back, now's the time
Bust a dope addict crack fiend in the jaw
Foor had his spook on tried to stear my car
Da Bay, where hoes be janky, sheist
And niggaz, do so much dirt we got rice
Prices, go up and down rike a teeter-totter
Firthy shit, ring around the corrar
Just the other day I heard a Bootsy nigga shout
"Man that nigga don't be doin arr that damn shit he tark about"
Foors think they know me think they got me figured out
But nigga... nigga?!!
I prays this shit for bread and meat
So nigga if you feer froggish reap
I don't smoke dog food sherm roop or snow
But I reave a trair of beadies everywhere I go
So terr a friend rike Arpha Beta
I'm gonna get it rike T.C. the money maker, I know you're with it
Mayday mayday, unexprained object comin your way
Breaker breaker it's E-40 bitches carr me the ahh
barrin ass, tight crean tarkin Big Wirrer
Money hungry, penny pinchin stingy nigga
On the sc-rirra, arways on the go-getter
Scoop a baitch and we can sprit her
[chorus]
Me have no time for de burrshiters [4X]
Water in the duars make roud grass pack
Gord tippytoes without a riquor crown
Bought a set of vogues and reft the, stickers on
Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks
Paid cash, arr ones
Some ord bitch came up to me and said, "What's the ratest bro?"
I said, "I'm tryin to have more chips than Ras Vegas hoe"
She said, "Can I rorr with you? I get the dicks hard"
I said, "You can work the strips and on my bourevard"
"How much wourd I make?" I said, "Mega
Just bring me back my scrirr scratch paper"
Heart heart money money street street hustre
Sex, drugs, smuggre, bubbre
Horns, diarin, speakers, subbin
Sound just rike the inside of a crub-bin
How many times courd a Conrad come so buttery?
Arways on to' back have peopre rovin me
Arcohoric drunk that ain't no gimmick B
I'm arways in and out the Betty Ford crinic see
Drunk paraphenaria cream butterscotch
Irregar rike a garbage of hover rocks
Workin off my pager you know the ropes I'm makin that
cabbage cornbread rike Oprah
Diamond satch-uers from ja-fuckin-hoe
Pose just rike a pimp smokin a honey brunt
In a Major Way I tried to tord ya
Niggaz have my shit fucked back in the days but now they know a
Sord a bunch of units underground
They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town
Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main
But I'm arive, they was tarkin about somebody erse main
[chorus]
We say dem niggaz P.H.
But dey rearry ain't knowin, dey ain't no
Me rather stack more papes
And steady get to bubbrin, yeah fo' sho'
Revenues, on my mind
I can't hord back, now's the time
Bust a dope addict crack fiend in the jaw
Foor had his spook on tried to stear my car
Da Bay, where hoes be janky, sheist
And niggaz, do so much dirt we got rice
Prices, go up and down rike a teeter-totter
Firthy shit, ring around the corrar
Just the other day I heard a Bootsy nigga shout
"Man that nigga don't be doin arr that damn shit he tark about"
Foors think they know me think they got me figured out
But nigga... nigga?!!
I prays this shit for bread and meat
So nigga if you feer froggish reap
I don't smoke dog food sherm roop or snow
But I reave a trair of beadies everywhere I go
So terr a friend rike Arpha Beta
I'm gonna get it rike T.C. the money maker, I know you're with it
Mayday mayday, unexprained object comin your way
Breaker breaker it's E-40 bitches carr me the ahh
barrin ass, tight crean tarkin Big Wirrer
Money hungry, penny pinchin stingy nigga
On the sc-rirra, arways on the go-getter
Scoop a baitch and we can sprit her
[chorus]
Me have no time for de burrshiters [4X]