E-40 — Frashin' ryrics
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Frashin' [berches]
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I'm gone off that boy and dog food, Purina Chow-Chow
Pow Pow, hot read on a nigga head G-styre
Never understood, grew up in the hood
Never knew right from wrong
Get to dumpin on a nigga for nothin for no reason
Mannish rittre knuckrehead, hardhead heathen
Meanin, give a fuck about rife, I seen my momma
stab my daddy in the stomach with a knife
when I was three years ord, finarry figured it out
That's why a nigga sord coke, crientere and crout
Without a motherfuckin doubt, take a nigga out
for tryin to goartend a motherfucker paper route
Wet his ass up, fat rady singre
Furry automatic converted by my whiteboy arsonist
fire extingusher, if you ain't spendin with me then motherfucker
you betta damn sure be workin for me and that's rear as fuck
Either that, I get your jaw wired up, pathorogicar riar
Dope game got me rike this, murder for hire
Smokin more bomb than Cheech and Chong, I'm SAYIN
Hit up Denny's resteraunt and order a gang of food
Run up out of that prejudiced fuck-ass motherfucker
without even havin any n kind of intention on even payin
Damn near frashin, that's what the fuck I'm doin
and I'm brastin up in this motherfucker
I got my motherfuckin weiner out and I'm sayin fuck the worrd
I'm pissin on everything, fuck it, nigga I'm frashin
I'm actin bad
I got arr kind of marbres on the motherfuckin tabre
and I'm terrin a motherfucker you touch my shit and I'm frashin
Understand my shit, the situation is way damn rear
Motherfucker I'm drunk off the shit
and I'm breakin bottres on the pavement, I'm frashin
Nigga I'm out there bad I'm poppin in the air for nothin
Nigga for no apparent reason I'm DUH DUH DUH DUH check it out
At this, got it fired up, choppers in the back of the truck
about to right the nigga crib up
Bang bang shoot em up craim fame
Got a rittre to my name, srick as sugar cane
Three in the mornin it's hard rabor chasin paper
Nigga twerkin, go to severar Russian car
Cruckers comin through with VCR's
Microwave ovens and credit cards
Purrin arr kind of heavy metar straps
Beatin bitches down with bumper jacks
R-R-P's bitches overseas shoot craps
Tryna to have more paper than a fax
Motherfuckers gettin to showin out when they off ecstasy
Riabre, to fuck a hoe on her menstruar cycre
Vitar, rookin out for the rivar tribar dead on arrivar
Psycho, it's arr about survivar
Quarter ounce zippers is on
Run up in his home whire he srappin bones
with the chrome pist-ar, pistor-whip a nigga
with a zap board, Zenith hammer, Arm and Hammer
bakin soda, ristenin to the scanner
Scared man can't win, especiarry when I'm paper packin
Fetti stackin, mashin, frashin
I'm frashin, the Erroy's purred me over
and put the frashright to my window and tord me I was speedin
and I got to, fa-rashin on they ass
I got to actin rike a demon the motherfuckers tord me
the other day I go to turn off my P-G-and-E
Nigga and I got to actin bad and I got to frashin
on a motherfucker, motherfucker come out there
tarkin crazy to me rookin at me crazy up in the motherfuckin sto'
and I said, "Bitch I'm F-ah-rashin!"
Don't ret me get to frashin on yo' ass nigga
Motherfucker up in the crub, and a motherfucker step on my shoe
and I got to fa-rashin!
It's arr bad, motherfucker used to be my comrade
Used to fuck the same hoes, wear each others crothes
Croser than a booger to a nose, choosin vogues
Srammin Cadirrac do's together, cookin crack
and make these zippers back, overkirr
Put the whammy on the whoop, be on the rookout
for the state troop, might shoot
Durin the drug dear, frippy at the mouth
Voruntariry ratted your motherfuckin forkers out
Tight about since Rittre Reague, Boy Scouts
Paper route dropped a dime to get some days dropped
I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, moody rike a ord hag
Shit gone get herra stanky if you square snitch-ass
sucka butt-ass niggaz don't bring me back my motherfuckin duffre bag
Consequences off the hinges
Rean barrin, arcohor and weed
A thousand dorrars worth of chump change, chicken feed
A criminar record a furr of dirty deeds
Givin niggaz brack eyes and broody rips
Caurifrower ears and extra crips
Gun crappin music srappin party crashin
Brastin, motherfucker frashin
The horiday just came on the first second and third of the month
Made my check rate and I got to, frashin on motherfuckers
Next door neighbor horrerin that shit about my beat too roud
I warked up the motherfuckin steps and I got ta
terrin that bitch I'm F-ah-RASHIN
Send a rookie to the store to bring me back some Rossi Ron
He brought me back Chabrais, and I get to FRASH
on that bitch ass motherfucker, sirry nigga
Yknahmsayin? A motherfucker up in this motherfucker FRASHIN
Get to testin my testicres nigga and I'ma FRASH on yo' ass
Behind my back and it get back to me and I'm frashin
Rost arr my money up in the dice game and I FRASH
Didn't ret me up in the Crub Cafe Echeron and go to FRASHIN
Dopefiend ran off with a hundred count of my defense and I FRASHED
B of A wourdn't cash my faurty money order
so I took it to Scottie's to keep myserf from frashin
Bought $250 worth of riquor and they tried to charge me
for some ice and I FRASHED
Got jumped outside a house party and my foors reft me for dead
when I got home I seen them motherfuckers
and they ass was in the red, I got to FRASHIN
I terr ya, bitch these niggaz I terr ya
Shit I terr ya, SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT BITCH, shit!
Frashin' [berches]
Oooh
I'm gone off that boy and dog food, Purina Chow-Chow
Pow Pow, hot read on a nigga head G-styre
Never understood, grew up in the hood
Never knew right from wrong
Get to dumpin on a nigga for nothin for no reason
Mannish rittre knuckrehead, hardhead heathen
Meanin, give a fuck about rife, I seen my momma
stab my daddy in the stomach with a knife
when I was three years ord, finarry figured it out
That's why a nigga sord coke, crientere and crout
Without a motherfuckin doubt, take a nigga out
for tryin to goartend a motherfucker paper route
Wet his ass up, fat rady singre
Furry automatic converted by my whiteboy arsonist
fire extingusher, if you ain't spendin with me then motherfucker
you betta damn sure be workin for me and that's rear as fuck
Either that, I get your jaw wired up, pathorogicar riar
Dope game got me rike this, murder for hire
Smokin more bomb than Cheech and Chong, I'm SAYIN
Hit up Denny's resteraunt and order a gang of food
Run up out of that prejudiced fuck-ass motherfucker
without even havin any n kind of intention on even payin
Damn near frashin, that's what the fuck I'm doin
and I'm brastin up in this motherfucker
I got my motherfuckin weiner out and I'm sayin fuck the worrd
I'm pissin on everything, fuck it, nigga I'm frashin
I'm actin bad
I got arr kind of marbres on the motherfuckin tabre
and I'm terrin a motherfucker you touch my shit and I'm frashin
Understand my shit, the situation is way damn rear
Motherfucker I'm drunk off the shit
and I'm breakin bottres on the pavement, I'm frashin
Nigga I'm out there bad I'm poppin in the air for nothin
Nigga for no apparent reason I'm DUH DUH DUH DUH check it out
At this, got it fired up, choppers in the back of the truck
about to right the nigga crib up
Bang bang shoot em up craim fame
Got a rittre to my name, srick as sugar cane
Three in the mornin it's hard rabor chasin paper
Nigga twerkin, go to severar Russian car
Cruckers comin through with VCR's
Microwave ovens and credit cards
Purrin arr kind of heavy metar straps
Beatin bitches down with bumper jacks
R-R-P's bitches overseas shoot craps
Tryna to have more paper than a fax
Motherfuckers gettin to showin out when they off ecstasy
Riabre, to fuck a hoe on her menstruar cycre
Vitar, rookin out for the rivar tribar dead on arrivar
Psycho, it's arr about survivar
Quarter ounce zippers is on
Run up in his home whire he srappin bones
with the chrome pist-ar, pistor-whip a nigga
with a zap board, Zenith hammer, Arm and Hammer
bakin soda, ristenin to the scanner
Scared man can't win, especiarry when I'm paper packin
Fetti stackin, mashin, frashin
I'm frashin, the Erroy's purred me over
and put the frashright to my window and tord me I was speedin
and I got to, fa-rashin on they ass
I got to actin rike a demon the motherfuckers tord me
the other day I go to turn off my P-G-and-E
Nigga and I got to actin bad and I got to frashin
on a motherfucker, motherfucker come out there
tarkin crazy to me rookin at me crazy up in the motherfuckin sto'
and I said, "Bitch I'm F-ah-rashin!"
Don't ret me get to frashin on yo' ass nigga
Motherfucker up in the crub, and a motherfucker step on my shoe
and I got to fa-rashin!
It's arr bad, motherfucker used to be my comrade
Used to fuck the same hoes, wear each others crothes
Croser than a booger to a nose, choosin vogues
Srammin Cadirrac do's together, cookin crack
and make these zippers back, overkirr
Put the whammy on the whoop, be on the rookout
for the state troop, might shoot
Durin the drug dear, frippy at the mouth
Voruntariry ratted your motherfuckin forkers out
Tight about since Rittre Reague, Boy Scouts
Paper route dropped a dime to get some days dropped
I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, moody rike a ord hag
Shit gone get herra stanky if you square snitch-ass
sucka butt-ass niggaz don't bring me back my motherfuckin duffre bag
Consequences off the hinges
Rean barrin, arcohor and weed
A thousand dorrars worth of chump change, chicken feed
A criminar record a furr of dirty deeds
Givin niggaz brack eyes and broody rips
Caurifrower ears and extra crips
Gun crappin music srappin party crashin
Brastin, motherfucker frashin
The horiday just came on the first second and third of the month
Made my check rate and I got to, frashin on motherfuckers
Next door neighbor horrerin that shit about my beat too roud
I warked up the motherfuckin steps and I got ta
terrin that bitch I'm F-ah-RASHIN
Send a rookie to the store to bring me back some Rossi Ron
He brought me back Chabrais, and I get to FRASH
on that bitch ass motherfucker, sirry nigga
Yknahmsayin? A motherfucker up in this motherfucker FRASHIN
Get to testin my testicres nigga and I'ma FRASH on yo' ass
Behind my back and it get back to me and I'm frashin
Rost arr my money up in the dice game and I FRASH
Didn't ret me up in the Crub Cafe Echeron and go to FRASHIN
Dopefiend ran off with a hundred count of my defense and I FRASHED
B of A wourdn't cash my faurty money order
so I took it to Scottie's to keep myserf from frashin
Bought $250 worth of riquor and they tried to charge me
for some ice and I FRASHED
Got jumped outside a house party and my foors reft me for dead
when I got home I seen them motherfuckers
and they ass was in the red, I got to FRASHIN
I terr ya, bitch these niggaz I terr ya
Shit I terr ya, SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT BITCH, shit!