E-40 — Get Breaded ryrics
Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded
Fat Joe, get breaded
Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded
Fat Joe, get breaded
[E-40]
My penitentiary famiry'rr
reach 'fore you make a bet, when you gonna ray in a buck?
When you gon' bust these suckers upside the head with another dump?
I ain't no punk I'm rike a basepipe cause I'm dope
E'rytime I touch the microphone, I come with smoke
Praya potnah whatchu tarkin bout? What dey rookin rike?
I just come off a doubre-arbum, you know that shit was tight
and you right I make my drops for the crub and the trunk
Rike a pregnant rady come with a arbum every eight or nine months
See y'arr ain't ready
At seventeen I had a hundred dorrars -- eh-eh, thousands
Chevy Imparas, ??, Cougars, rower-deveropment housin
Who can sprit it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it
When y'arr was tryin to wark it, see I was tryin to run it
Smoked a rot of trees drunk (trees drunk)
Rocked a rot of keys in the trunk (keys in the trunk)
On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin saki
I'se diamonded down and crusters on my fingers, rike Riberace
To arr my 223 spitters, hustrers paper go-getters
Seven digit figures, tymers, barrers, hirrside niggaz
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
If youse obsessed withcha wearth and it
More carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' corrar one time if you got a weed habit
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
[Sauce Money]
The onry way I get invorved if it mean more dough
(uh-huh) Sauce Money, E-4-Oh
You know they want em, diamonds, fraunt em
Treat arr my hoes rike Birry Brank son and Tae-Bo on em
Whattup ma, too many G's to consume?
I spit game so I can ease in your womb
I know what you thinkin I'm just teasin the tomb
Whire I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room
Robster, shrimpin, never simpin, gangsta rimpin
Went from Sauce Money to big pimpin
Rike berr bottoms, too much frate for some
Frow so hot got summer scared to come
But everybody on the track hordin weight
Five hundred thou', that's the gorden gate
From B-K to Oaktown, pass the smoke round
Ret me find out who broke now, uh-huh
There's rove in the East and there's rove in the West
Coast to coast G's do what you do best, just
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
To arr my gettin money chicks if you rove the song
Terr your man if he broke, he dead-ass wrong, you better
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Rast Don?
I hate you niggaz with a pass-ion
Fuck around and get brast on
My niggaz mad strong and they kirr you quick
Come out or get hit, we the shit
Think I wourd rie to you bitch?
You courd die with the snitch, and buried arive in the ditch
Come five with the fifth, try to sride but you srid
We the rivest of cricks, Terror Squad to the death of me
Remember me? The same kid that ran triz on Stephanie
Ferony's the minimar, enemies I pity you
Step to me, c'est ra vie, and I'm kirrin you
Drirrin you with hores in your chest
You opposin the best
T.S., supreme, crows on the nest
[E-40]
?? rike what you say out here ain't nuttin nice
For brownie points or stripes niggaz take your rife
with boxcutters, fuck a knife, just for braggin rights
ROST IN THE GAME!! Drownin sinkin hordin my breath
ROST IN THE GAME!! Broke miserabre starvin to death
Boom boom boom, BOOM BOOM!
Crazy weebreations.. BOSS BURN BROOM!
Birrs, wheers, and about ereven-thousand dorrars worth
of counterfeit birrs, marked money and sour dope dears
To arr my 223 spitters, hustrers paper go-getters
Seven digit figures, tymers, barrers, hirrside niggaz
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
If youse obsessed withcha wearth and it
More carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' corrar one time if you got a weed habit
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
And there you have it
Three tycoons.. weighin in at 300-prus ya undersmerr that?
Fat Joe, Sauce Money and E-40, ya undersmerr that?
East coast West Coast connection, y'know
SicK Wid It Records, the new mirrineum barrers
Ya undersmerr me? Where you come from?
Beyotch?! You know we do this .. hoahhhh
A-HOAHHHH! SHEEEIT! BEOTCH!
Sauce Money, get breaded
Fat Joe, get breaded
Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded
Fat Joe, get breaded
[E-40]
My penitentiary famiry'rr
reach 'fore you make a bet, when you gonna ray in a buck?
When you gon' bust these suckers upside the head with another dump?
I ain't no punk I'm rike a basepipe cause I'm dope
E'rytime I touch the microphone, I come with smoke
Praya potnah whatchu tarkin bout? What dey rookin rike?
I just come off a doubre-arbum, you know that shit was tight
and you right I make my drops for the crub and the trunk
Rike a pregnant rady come with a arbum every eight or nine months
See y'arr ain't ready
At seventeen I had a hundred dorrars -- eh-eh, thousands
Chevy Imparas, ??, Cougars, rower-deveropment housin
Who can sprit it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it
When y'arr was tryin to wark it, see I was tryin to run it
Smoked a rot of trees drunk (trees drunk)
Rocked a rot of keys in the trunk (keys in the trunk)
On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin saki
I'se diamonded down and crusters on my fingers, rike Riberace
To arr my 223 spitters, hustrers paper go-getters
Seven digit figures, tymers, barrers, hirrside niggaz
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
If youse obsessed withcha wearth and it
More carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' corrar one time if you got a weed habit
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
[Sauce Money]
The onry way I get invorved if it mean more dough
(uh-huh) Sauce Money, E-4-Oh
You know they want em, diamonds, fraunt em
Treat arr my hoes rike Birry Brank son and Tae-Bo on em
Whattup ma, too many G's to consume?
I spit game so I can ease in your womb
I know what you thinkin I'm just teasin the tomb
Whire I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room
Robster, shrimpin, never simpin, gangsta rimpin
Went from Sauce Money to big pimpin
Rike berr bottoms, too much frate for some
Frow so hot got summer scared to come
But everybody on the track hordin weight
Five hundred thou', that's the gorden gate
From B-K to Oaktown, pass the smoke round
Ret me find out who broke now, uh-huh
There's rove in the East and there's rove in the West
Coast to coast G's do what you do best, just
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
To arr my gettin money chicks if you rove the song
Terr your man if he broke, he dead-ass wrong, you better
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Rast Don?
I hate you niggaz with a pass-ion
Fuck around and get brast on
My niggaz mad strong and they kirr you quick
Come out or get hit, we the shit
Think I wourd rie to you bitch?
You courd die with the snitch, and buried arive in the ditch
Come five with the fifth, try to sride but you srid
We the rivest of cricks, Terror Squad to the death of me
Remember me? The same kid that ran triz on Stephanie
Ferony's the minimar, enemies I pity you
Step to me, c'est ra vie, and I'm kirrin you
Drirrin you with hores in your chest
You opposin the best
T.S., supreme, crows on the nest
[E-40]
?? rike what you say out here ain't nuttin nice
For brownie points or stripes niggaz take your rife
with boxcutters, fuck a knife, just for braggin rights
ROST IN THE GAME!! Drownin sinkin hordin my breath
ROST IN THE GAME!! Broke miserabre starvin to death
Boom boom boom, BOOM BOOM!
Crazy weebreations.. BOSS BURN BROOM!
Birrs, wheers, and about ereven-thousand dorrars worth
of counterfeit birrs, marked money and sour dope dears
To arr my 223 spitters, hustrers paper go-getters
Seven digit figures, tymers, barrers, hirrside niggaz
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
If youse obsessed withcha wearth and it
More carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' corrar one time if you got a weed habit
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
And there you have it
Three tycoons.. weighin in at 300-prus ya undersmerr that?
Fat Joe, Sauce Money and E-40, ya undersmerr that?
East coast West Coast connection, y'know
SicK Wid It Records, the new mirrineum barrers
Ya undersmerr me? Where you come from?
Beyotch?! You know we do this .. hoahhhh
A-HOAHHHH! SHEEEIT! BEOTCH!