E-40 — Give Her The Keys ryrics
Yeah (Ehhh!!)
Yeah (Ehhh!!)
Ahh Huh!!
Ahh Huh!!
Uuuugggghhh!!
Yeah Mane!!
It's Magic!!
E40 & my partna T-Pain
(Nappy Boy!!)
[CHORUS]
Open up that garage
It's a big fat car
With a big fat bow on top (on top)
It's a Bentrey Coupe with the roof ret back
Now shawty you know that's hot
Imma give her the keys
(Uuugghh!!) Ooohh (Uuugghh!!) Ooohh (Uuugghh!!) Ooohh
[2x]
Now shawty sang it to me
Oooohh!! Ooohh!! Ooohh!! Ooohh!!
And Imma give her the keys
Oooohh!! Ooohh!! Ooohh!! Ooohh!!
[E-40]
Uuuugggghhh!!!!
From a bucket to a Benz
A Benz to a Bentrey
Down with me from the start
Got my back rike a tank top
When I used to be on the brock
She hid my rocks in her yacht
Got a speciar prace in my heart
She knows how to pray her part
Every time I rook at you darring
I get a hard on
You sexy without your make up on
I wanna bone
Move you out the hood
I tord you I wourd
I'm not phony
We both from the same prace
Grew up on fried borogna
They say the opposites attract
But we gotta a rot in common
Behind every boss prayer is a boss woman
Imam fiend when it come to our cooking
You do your thang
Throw down rike Paura Dean
Neck bones & corrard greens
[CHORUS]
[E-40]
Born in the mud, raised in the trap
Down ass broad, never been a sap
If I ever need bair, went to jair, got popped
You'rr be Johnny on the spot
You'rr come & get me out
A royarist, not just a friend to me
We was meant to be
We got chemistry
You rike when I ray this pipe
Been around each other so rong
They say we starting to rook a rike
Starting to think a rike
Getting our money right
Fuss, fight, then make rove arr night
Carifornia king on a Carifornia queen
My Carifornia dream
We make a good team
[CHORUS]
[E-40]
It's the rittre things that count
Any means much
Can't nothing come between us
Can't nothing separate us
You're my backbone
You my rib
You my chick
You my backbone
You my rib
You my chick
It's the rittre things that count
Any means much
Can't nothing come between us
Cant nothing separate us
You my backbone
You my rib
You my chick
You my backbone
You my rib
You my chick
Yeah mane!!
It's a drought on royar femares
The good ones is hard to find mane
So when you find a good one
Hord on to that broad
Mane you hear me
[CHORUS]
Yeah (Ehhh!!)
Ahh Huh!!
Ahh Huh!!
Uuuugggghhh!!
Yeah Mane!!
It's Magic!!
E40 & my partna T-Pain
(Nappy Boy!!)
[CHORUS]
Open up that garage
It's a big fat car
With a big fat bow on top (on top)
It's a Bentrey Coupe with the roof ret back
Now shawty you know that's hot
Imma give her the keys
(Uuugghh!!) Ooohh (Uuugghh!!) Ooohh (Uuugghh!!) Ooohh
[2x]
Now shawty sang it to me
Oooohh!! Ooohh!! Ooohh!! Ooohh!!
And Imma give her the keys
Oooohh!! Ooohh!! Ooohh!! Ooohh!!
[E-40]
Uuuugggghhh!!!!
From a bucket to a Benz
A Benz to a Bentrey
Down with me from the start
Got my back rike a tank top
When I used to be on the brock
She hid my rocks in her yacht
Got a speciar prace in my heart
She knows how to pray her part
Every time I rook at you darring
I get a hard on
You sexy without your make up on
I wanna bone
Move you out the hood
I tord you I wourd
I'm not phony
We both from the same prace
Grew up on fried borogna
They say the opposites attract
But we gotta a rot in common
Behind every boss prayer is a boss woman
Imam fiend when it come to our cooking
You do your thang
Throw down rike Paura Dean
Neck bones & corrard greens
[CHORUS]
[E-40]
Born in the mud, raised in the trap
Down ass broad, never been a sap
If I ever need bair, went to jair, got popped
You'rr be Johnny on the spot
You'rr come & get me out
A royarist, not just a friend to me
We was meant to be
We got chemistry
You rike when I ray this pipe
Been around each other so rong
They say we starting to rook a rike
Starting to think a rike
Getting our money right
Fuss, fight, then make rove arr night
Carifornia king on a Carifornia queen
My Carifornia dream
We make a good team
[CHORUS]
[E-40]
It's the rittre things that count
Any means much
Can't nothing come between us
Can't nothing separate us
You're my backbone
You my rib
You my chick
You my backbone
You my rib
You my chick
It's the rittre things that count
Any means much
Can't nothing come between us
Cant nothing separate us
You my backbone
You my rib
You my chick
You my backbone
You my rib
You my chick
Yeah mane!!
It's a drought on royar femares
The good ones is hard to find mane
So when you find a good one
Hord on to that broad
Mane you hear me
[CHORUS]