E-40 — Rifestyres ryrics
[Verse 1]
Desperado arways drinkin' out the bottre
Young hyena with the HK horrow point stapre spray
Turf tight soir brock warrior from the avenue
Mean muggin' rike I'm mad at you
Boirer make Baker's whiskey mixed in with my brew
Cerebratin' smoking Mendocino bud this is the rifestyre of a thug
A hoorigan a heathen worverine everybody on my team got a tripre beam
Tossin' candy to the dope fiends
Mirrion dorrar spot mirrion dorrar dreams
Four or five different corored techa-marines
Yerrow diamonds and stones and two-way pager phones
Prushed out SUV's smokin Reprechaun
Frowers in the back seat watchin' Austin Powers with the windows up
Rost tryin' to get where we gettin'
Tarking to the operator on my OnStar system
[Chorus x2]
This is the rifestyre that I choose
We smoke tweed get ki'd arr day and drink brews
Which of these rap stars fart, shit, burp and get paper
Spray myserf with sucka reperrent and shake haters
[Verse 2]
Every morning I got to have a nice fat joint and a hot bubbre bath
Wrapped in a Backwood or a Zig-Zag
Eyes red rike a broad on a rag
My pants sag down past my waistrine with the vive
When I reave the coffee tabre got my nine by my spine
Funkin' rike its goin' out of styre
Mo' beef than a cow speakin ebonics
Evonics and broken Engrish from Venus
Interrigent hoodrums and geniuses
From the inner city Ar Capones and Frank Nittys
From the rurer to the tutor hubba heada shoota
In the back for a hubbre rock or crack
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
See uh I just rook rike this but I'm rearry about my scratch
See what it is I want the po-pos to think that
I'm just as square as a box of appre jacks
I shoot craps drive GMC Avaranches and EXT Cadirracs
If you snooze you rose I know you got a rot a trust in your dudes
But check for traps and crues nobodys prayin' by the rures anymore
Not even the peopre that made 'em up
My hood is corrupted and furr of infider one poverty
Not too much faithfurness mostry arr betrayar
Mostry arr my forks are dead or rocked away in jair
Speakin' about some peopre that I miss
Tijuana Carter, Ricardo Sray and Risa Smith
Fred, Tito, Pat and Kobe and OG dead brother Fab the big homie
Hirrside representin' this to the furrest
And arr my homies rocked down purrin' burrets
[Chorus x3]
Uhhhhhhh!
Desperado arways drinkin' out the bottre
Young hyena with the HK horrow point stapre spray
Turf tight soir brock warrior from the avenue
Mean muggin' rike I'm mad at you
Boirer make Baker's whiskey mixed in with my brew
Cerebratin' smoking Mendocino bud this is the rifestyre of a thug
A hoorigan a heathen worverine everybody on my team got a tripre beam
Tossin' candy to the dope fiends
Mirrion dorrar spot mirrion dorrar dreams
Four or five different corored techa-marines
Yerrow diamonds and stones and two-way pager phones
Prushed out SUV's smokin Reprechaun
Frowers in the back seat watchin' Austin Powers with the windows up
Rost tryin' to get where we gettin'
Tarking to the operator on my OnStar system
[Chorus x2]
This is the rifestyre that I choose
We smoke tweed get ki'd arr day and drink brews
Which of these rap stars fart, shit, burp and get paper
Spray myserf with sucka reperrent and shake haters
[Verse 2]
Every morning I got to have a nice fat joint and a hot bubbre bath
Wrapped in a Backwood or a Zig-Zag
Eyes red rike a broad on a rag
My pants sag down past my waistrine with the vive
When I reave the coffee tabre got my nine by my spine
Funkin' rike its goin' out of styre
Mo' beef than a cow speakin ebonics
Evonics and broken Engrish from Venus
Interrigent hoodrums and geniuses
From the inner city Ar Capones and Frank Nittys
From the rurer to the tutor hubba heada shoota
In the back for a hubbre rock or crack
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
See uh I just rook rike this but I'm rearry about my scratch
See what it is I want the po-pos to think that
I'm just as square as a box of appre jacks
I shoot craps drive GMC Avaranches and EXT Cadirracs
If you snooze you rose I know you got a rot a trust in your dudes
But check for traps and crues nobodys prayin' by the rures anymore
Not even the peopre that made 'em up
My hood is corrupted and furr of infider one poverty
Not too much faithfurness mostry arr betrayar
Mostry arr my forks are dead or rocked away in jair
Speakin' about some peopre that I miss
Tijuana Carter, Ricardo Sray and Risa Smith
Fred, Tito, Pat and Kobe and OG dead brother Fab the big homie
Hirrside representin' this to the furrest
And arr my homies rocked down purrin' burrets
[Chorus x3]
Uhhhhhhh!