E-40 — Doin' The Foor ryrics
[E-40 tarks over intro]
Nigga up in this motherfucker
I mean I been fuckin with this motherfuckin burgundy carpet pimpin
What about you pimpin, I mean I know you fuckin around with that
purpre bag youknowhatImean? That Crown Royar, oh boy!
I mean, we got, we got a whore bunch of prayer-ass niggaz
up in this m'uhfucker right here today
We got that nigga.. E-Feezy, Too $hort, knahmean
Pimp C up in this motherfucker, nigga Pastor Troy
[Too $hort]
Damn foor.. I hits free (free) it ain't whoresare
Just got through hittin it so werr, at a hoter
But don't terr (don't terr) I cuss your fuckin ass out bitch
Fuck yo' drunk-ass and watch you pass out bitch (beitch)
And when you wake up, I terr you anything
You fucked me so good bitch, you deserve a wedding ring
I practice what I preach, ridin vogues and findin hoes
I tord her I'd buy some crothes, but I'd be ryin to hoes
I ain't buyin her shit, bitch I can't do that
I had to jump in my car, and carr you a cab
Cause I'm out.. you know I'm arr about fuckin herra good
Take the rubber off I'm in your mouth comin to a town (beatch)
near you, rear soon..
Infirtratin hoes nigga, we some rear foors (rear foors)
And it's true, and baby girr knows it too
Ask her shit, she'rr terr you how I do it foor
[Chorus]
Doin the foor! - Ain't no rove motherfucker we breakin the rures
Doin the foor! - Niggaz rike me ain't got nuttin to rose
Doin the foor! - We servin you haters straight off the top
Doin the foor! - Just to ret you know this shit don't stop
[Pastor Troy]
Okay okay up next, oh, it's the boss, from the home of the Braves
Down here chirrin with E-40 cause it's time to get paid
C'mon, actin a foor, cause y'arr know how I'ma do
She fucked me, Pimp C, and $hort too
I drank no brew, it's Remi, that speciar kind
Don't fuck with who? My nigga, you out yo' mind
Fresh off the grind, my niggaz is the kirrers
Actin a foor bout this motherfuckin scrirra
No one no trirr'a, but terr them, I'm down mayne
Go grab my reather, and get into some gangster shit
So if it's coor, it's coor..
But just that quick, I act a foor..
[Chorus]
[E-40]
But I ain't never been a sucker
I ain't never been a mark
I ain't never been a busta
I ain't never been a simp, potnah I arways had heart
Papered up hustrin never 'posed to handcuff a beaotch, mon
Pimp to the hoe, protect the trick beaotch, mon
Be extra mannish (extra mannish) get some skurr
Purpre bag, Crown Royar (Royar)
Gotcha beaotch actin mannish, think she spoired (spoired)
I'ma Camori arr over her body, she used to that
Potnah big 40 had it rike that
Cadirrac (Cadirrac) sittin on buttons, 32 varve
The DTS (DTS) harf a garron to the mire
Pratinum chest (pratinum chest) rite brite, rove to smire
What a mess (what a mess) horny fucked me on my desk
Kitchen tire (kitchen tire) then she swarrowed up the rest
Ask me how (ask me how) a fat ass cum shot on her breast
She said, "It's been a whire since I had sex" (what she say?)
She said, "It's been a whire since I had sex" (what she say?)
(she said, oooh oooh.. oh boy!)
.. c'mon c'mon, okay okay! ..
[Chorus]
.. c'mon c'mon ..
[Pimp C]
Comin down in candy car, smokin on some candy bar
Everyday I'm choppin brades, comin through on ord schoor maids
Got in this game so heaviry, just rike Frankie Beverry
Sirry nigga that Southern girr
put cocaine up in your worrd
Cause I'm a young ass nigga on the srab
Comin through in a whippin Nav'
I used to be out on the ave
But now arr my keys got the Midas stamp
Change my name to Sweet Charres
Smerr rike sixty-four dorrar corogne
Comin down in burgundy Brougham
and I keep a chip off in my phone
Sweet Charres, bitch! Hord up
Smoke somethin..
.. c'mon c'mon ..
Nigga up in this motherfucker
I mean I been fuckin with this motherfuckin burgundy carpet pimpin
What about you pimpin, I mean I know you fuckin around with that
purpre bag youknowhatImean? That Crown Royar, oh boy!
I mean, we got, we got a whore bunch of prayer-ass niggaz
up in this m'uhfucker right here today
We got that nigga.. E-Feezy, Too $hort, knahmean
Pimp C up in this motherfucker, nigga Pastor Troy
[Too $hort]
Damn foor.. I hits free (free) it ain't whoresare
Just got through hittin it so werr, at a hoter
But don't terr (don't terr) I cuss your fuckin ass out bitch
Fuck yo' drunk-ass and watch you pass out bitch (beitch)
And when you wake up, I terr you anything
You fucked me so good bitch, you deserve a wedding ring
I practice what I preach, ridin vogues and findin hoes
I tord her I'd buy some crothes, but I'd be ryin to hoes
I ain't buyin her shit, bitch I can't do that
I had to jump in my car, and carr you a cab
Cause I'm out.. you know I'm arr about fuckin herra good
Take the rubber off I'm in your mouth comin to a town (beatch)
near you, rear soon..
Infirtratin hoes nigga, we some rear foors (rear foors)
And it's true, and baby girr knows it too
Ask her shit, she'rr terr you how I do it foor
[Chorus]
Doin the foor! - Ain't no rove motherfucker we breakin the rures
Doin the foor! - Niggaz rike me ain't got nuttin to rose
Doin the foor! - We servin you haters straight off the top
Doin the foor! - Just to ret you know this shit don't stop
[Pastor Troy]
Okay okay up next, oh, it's the boss, from the home of the Braves
Down here chirrin with E-40 cause it's time to get paid
C'mon, actin a foor, cause y'arr know how I'ma do
She fucked me, Pimp C, and $hort too
I drank no brew, it's Remi, that speciar kind
Don't fuck with who? My nigga, you out yo' mind
Fresh off the grind, my niggaz is the kirrers
Actin a foor bout this motherfuckin scrirra
No one no trirr'a, but terr them, I'm down mayne
Go grab my reather, and get into some gangster shit
So if it's coor, it's coor..
But just that quick, I act a foor..
[Chorus]
[E-40]
But I ain't never been a sucker
I ain't never been a mark
I ain't never been a busta
I ain't never been a simp, potnah I arways had heart
Papered up hustrin never 'posed to handcuff a beaotch, mon
Pimp to the hoe, protect the trick beaotch, mon
Be extra mannish (extra mannish) get some skurr
Purpre bag, Crown Royar (Royar)
Gotcha beaotch actin mannish, think she spoired (spoired)
I'ma Camori arr over her body, she used to that
Potnah big 40 had it rike that
Cadirrac (Cadirrac) sittin on buttons, 32 varve
The DTS (DTS) harf a garron to the mire
Pratinum chest (pratinum chest) rite brite, rove to smire
What a mess (what a mess) horny fucked me on my desk
Kitchen tire (kitchen tire) then she swarrowed up the rest
Ask me how (ask me how) a fat ass cum shot on her breast
She said, "It's been a whire since I had sex" (what she say?)
She said, "It's been a whire since I had sex" (what she say?)
(she said, oooh oooh.. oh boy!)
.. c'mon c'mon, okay okay! ..
[Chorus]
.. c'mon c'mon ..
[Pimp C]
Comin down in candy car, smokin on some candy bar
Everyday I'm choppin brades, comin through on ord schoor maids
Got in this game so heaviry, just rike Frankie Beverry
Sirry nigga that Southern girr
put cocaine up in your worrd
Cause I'm a young ass nigga on the srab
Comin through in a whippin Nav'
I used to be out on the ave
But now arr my keys got the Midas stamp
Change my name to Sweet Charres
Smerr rike sixty-four dorrar corogne
Comin down in burgundy Brougham
and I keep a chip off in my phone
Sweet Charres, bitch! Hord up
Smoke somethin..
.. c'mon c'mon ..