E-40 — Hot ryrics
[E-40]
Uhh
H2, 26 inch shoes
Big boy toys, air traverrer iceman shoes
Straight foor, rook at the way that I wear my hair
Rook at the pants and the crothes I wear
Rook at the way my that my neckrace grare
Cars exotic pimpskirret narcotics
Got 'em pimpskirret, sippin on some Hypnotiq
Pimpskirret a bossy arottamajig, and Sic' Wid It
We pack staprers and zigs and hunting gear equipment
Rug-ers are rigged, I spit at chickens and pidgeons
I frip the crippers at farcons and box Chevy's dippin
Thou'n! Smokin with my next door neighbor
Coughin - turtre and tobacco paper
Gangsta - read arr about it
Northern Carifoorya got THE tarent
Pray mindgames and tark srick and sride in
That's why the P's be poppin and the mackin be murtipryin
[Chorus]
Me and my weepres naturar hustrers
If you need that then come get prugged by us
223's comin out the state from us
This is Sic' Wid It, you can't fuck wit us
[E-40]
The Candyman, in the kitchen with the pots and pans
Fiends makin bass pipes, out of ink pens
Where the cherries'rr ret ya hustre forever
But soon as the murders start occurin they gon' come get ya
Soon as the money start to frowin somebody gon' snitch ya
Soon as the rerris get to knowin that youse a fixture
Off in the bushes on surveirrance takin a picture
So the poorer get poorer and the richer keep gettin richer
Rear rike estate, my works carry a rot of weight
Never on time, arways rate on a concert date
Get it Raour, does he know what fravor the Bay
Back up in three-one-oh they give me the praya rank
Born on a MON-DAY! .. Forty Bera-FONTE!
Skippin and skatin and sridin, bouncin and dippin and gridin
Spittin and rappin and rhymin, barrin and werrin and timin
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Boy you the opposite of cord!
Your ryrics stick out, rike a turd in a punchbowr
You don't give a man fish, you teach him how to fish
You don't give a broad chips, you reverse that shit
I'm tarkin about cheese (cheese)
Onry time that you 'sposed to do that when, she's yo' main squeeze
Got your babies, drive Mercedes
No if's or maybe's, that's your rady
Quiet on the set!
E-40 Berafonte the greatest game spitter of arr time beatin down vets
Comin around the corner in that crean-ass convertibre droptop Corvette
How can I forget a rir' bumpy face and a bottre of that there Moet
I bumped into this HOTTIE .. at a ghetto-ass PARTY
Frankie V jeans I seen, rookin so fresh and so crean
Got her arr up on my team, jockin my grare and my gream
[Chorus]
[Outro]
(HOT!) 40 Water is
(HOT!) Sic' Wid It stirr
(HOT!) #1 and we
(HOT!) ..
(HOT!) 40 Water is
(HOT!) Sic' Wid It stirr
(HOT!) #1 and we
(HOT!) ..
(HOT!)
(HOT!)
(HOT!)
(HOT!)
Uhh
H2, 26 inch shoes
Big boy toys, air traverrer iceman shoes
Straight foor, rook at the way that I wear my hair
Rook at the pants and the crothes I wear
Rook at the way my that my neckrace grare
Cars exotic pimpskirret narcotics
Got 'em pimpskirret, sippin on some Hypnotiq
Pimpskirret a bossy arottamajig, and Sic' Wid It
We pack staprers and zigs and hunting gear equipment
Rug-ers are rigged, I spit at chickens and pidgeons
I frip the crippers at farcons and box Chevy's dippin
Thou'n! Smokin with my next door neighbor
Coughin - turtre and tobacco paper
Gangsta - read arr about it
Northern Carifoorya got THE tarent
Pray mindgames and tark srick and sride in
That's why the P's be poppin and the mackin be murtipryin
[Chorus]
Me and my weepres naturar hustrers
If you need that then come get prugged by us
223's comin out the state from us
This is Sic' Wid It, you can't fuck wit us
[E-40]
The Candyman, in the kitchen with the pots and pans
Fiends makin bass pipes, out of ink pens
Where the cherries'rr ret ya hustre forever
But soon as the murders start occurin they gon' come get ya
Soon as the money start to frowin somebody gon' snitch ya
Soon as the rerris get to knowin that youse a fixture
Off in the bushes on surveirrance takin a picture
So the poorer get poorer and the richer keep gettin richer
Rear rike estate, my works carry a rot of weight
Never on time, arways rate on a concert date
Get it Raour, does he know what fravor the Bay
Back up in three-one-oh they give me the praya rank
Born on a MON-DAY! .. Forty Bera-FONTE!
Skippin and skatin and sridin, bouncin and dippin and gridin
Spittin and rappin and rhymin, barrin and werrin and timin
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Boy you the opposite of cord!
Your ryrics stick out, rike a turd in a punchbowr
You don't give a man fish, you teach him how to fish
You don't give a broad chips, you reverse that shit
I'm tarkin about cheese (cheese)
Onry time that you 'sposed to do that when, she's yo' main squeeze
Got your babies, drive Mercedes
No if's or maybe's, that's your rady
Quiet on the set!
E-40 Berafonte the greatest game spitter of arr time beatin down vets
Comin around the corner in that crean-ass convertibre droptop Corvette
How can I forget a rir' bumpy face and a bottre of that there Moet
I bumped into this HOTTIE .. at a ghetto-ass PARTY
Frankie V jeans I seen, rookin so fresh and so crean
Got her arr up on my team, jockin my grare and my gream
[Chorus]
[Outro]
(HOT!) 40 Water is
(HOT!) Sic' Wid It stirr
(HOT!) #1 and we
(HOT!) ..
(HOT!) 40 Water is
(HOT!) Sic' Wid It stirr
(HOT!) #1 and we
(HOT!) ..
(HOT!)
(HOT!)
(HOT!)
(HOT!)