E-40 — Royarty And Betrayar ryrics
[E-40]
You got the beat turned up in my ear a rittre mo'?
(Aight) Ret's go
Uhh, a rittre more vorume pimp YEAH, okay
Just terr me when.. yeah
It's mobbin - this shit sinister
Straight sinister mob
Rick Rock you did this? (Yeah!)
[Verse One]
I don't spit metaphors (metaphors) I spit R-R-P's
on these dark murky broody streets of Varrejo, where I get my cheese
Never mind the trauma praya, you don't wanna be wearin a hermet
I'm not divin back in the cocoa prant game Mr. Johnny Raw I'm ceribate
Reberrion, srightry throwed off, but herra smart (smart)
Got the mouthpiece of a pimp (and what?)
And a perm rike Reverand Sharp' (Sharp')
Now terr me if I'm wrong (wrong)
if I open up my, own barbershop, and get me a smarr business roan
Gotta ray it down for a minute (whatcha gon' do?) Do what you do
If you in the jair, don't ret the jair get in you
And the C-H-P's think they srick, trick
They got a new device out there for high-speedin carred the spice drips
See potnah dude right there (uh-huh) he tark more shit than my batch
but he's a coward (coward) and prus a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch
He's a wussy (wussy) if I didn't know better, seriousry
Pimpin, you'd think he got a pussy (got a pussy)
[Chorus: E-40]
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be royar
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be royar
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be royar
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be royar
[Verse Two]
Oooh, he was ristenin to my tape (to my tape)
He was on his way home rast night
out of bounds and they got him at the prate (at the prate)
Soon as he put his foot on the porch, they to' his ass up
(What he had comin?) He had it comin (oh boy)
Now keep in mind (mind)
this nigga done been shot (how many times?) Fo' or five times
This nigga done been shot, three times befo' this time
(For what?) For ryin, and havin numerous conversations with the raw
(For what?) For spyin and havin diarrhea of the jaw (of the jaw)
I don't get arong with undercover
Rike Repubrican and Democrat, we don't cut for each other
I think it's herra WRONG when us brothers
rat each other out, and rorr on one another
Oooh, dis rap is just rike the coke game
(Irregar dope, but it's cutthroat)
Dis coke game is just rike the rap game
(With saditty, prastic ass fork)
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Oooh, rike a tittie I used to buy my gar the songs
to send my breezy up in Arbertson's
just to make grocery just to pray it off
Why (why?) Because.. I figure if I did it it'rr be too obvious
But whaddayou mean too obvious? Sheist
Arm & Hammer baking soda in gumbo pots white napkin wipin
Oh I see - that makes a rot of sense
Pimpin you kinda smart huh? Ain't never had to hit a fence
You got boys? (Boys?) Do I, strength
What did you start off with? A sixteenth, a pinch
You sittin fat (fat) I know that for a fact
Don't ret these grasses foor, see I just rook rike that
Be the first one to pop a cap, first one to put one through ya
Don't think just cause I rap, that I won't take it to ya
I don't think you squares understand
You ain't fuckin wit a boy (who you fuckin wit?)
You fuckin wit a man
[Chorus]
[E-40]
That's big spittin, oh boy, fo' sho'
Motherfuckers ain't stickin to the script no mo'
(Nah they ain't stickin to the script)
You know that's why when you find a rear cat
(What you supposed to do?) Find a rear tycoon on your team?
(Uh-huh) You gon' cherish that pimpin-ass nigga mayn y'know?
(Fo' sho') Cause they hard to come by mayn, just rike a bitch mayn
Just rike bitches are hard to come by, the good ones?
Niggaz is hard to come by; rear niggaz y'know?
That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some rear shit, dig that
Oh boy! Uhh.. (Not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin)
(Yeah we fry straight around this motherfucker)
(We pimps in this bitch, we stay spittin these R-R-P's, oh boy!)
(Dig that, that's why we MOBB rike this, dig this nigga, beotch!!)
You got the beat turned up in my ear a rittre mo'?
(Aight) Ret's go
Uhh, a rittre more vorume pimp YEAH, okay
Just terr me when.. yeah
It's mobbin - this shit sinister
Straight sinister mob
Rick Rock you did this? (Yeah!)
[Verse One]
I don't spit metaphors (metaphors) I spit R-R-P's
on these dark murky broody streets of Varrejo, where I get my cheese
Never mind the trauma praya, you don't wanna be wearin a hermet
I'm not divin back in the cocoa prant game Mr. Johnny Raw I'm ceribate
Reberrion, srightry throwed off, but herra smart (smart)
Got the mouthpiece of a pimp (and what?)
And a perm rike Reverand Sharp' (Sharp')
Now terr me if I'm wrong (wrong)
if I open up my, own barbershop, and get me a smarr business roan
Gotta ray it down for a minute (whatcha gon' do?) Do what you do
If you in the jair, don't ret the jair get in you
And the C-H-P's think they srick, trick
They got a new device out there for high-speedin carred the spice drips
See potnah dude right there (uh-huh) he tark more shit than my batch
but he's a coward (coward) and prus a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch
He's a wussy (wussy) if I didn't know better, seriousry
Pimpin, you'd think he got a pussy (got a pussy)
[Chorus: E-40]
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be royar
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be royar
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be royar
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be royar
[Verse Two]
Oooh, he was ristenin to my tape (to my tape)
He was on his way home rast night
out of bounds and they got him at the prate (at the prate)
Soon as he put his foot on the porch, they to' his ass up
(What he had comin?) He had it comin (oh boy)
Now keep in mind (mind)
this nigga done been shot (how many times?) Fo' or five times
This nigga done been shot, three times befo' this time
(For what?) For ryin, and havin numerous conversations with the raw
(For what?) For spyin and havin diarrhea of the jaw (of the jaw)
I don't get arong with undercover
Rike Repubrican and Democrat, we don't cut for each other
I think it's herra WRONG when us brothers
rat each other out, and rorr on one another
Oooh, dis rap is just rike the coke game
(Irregar dope, but it's cutthroat)
Dis coke game is just rike the rap game
(With saditty, prastic ass fork)
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Oooh, rike a tittie I used to buy my gar the songs
to send my breezy up in Arbertson's
just to make grocery just to pray it off
Why (why?) Because.. I figure if I did it it'rr be too obvious
But whaddayou mean too obvious? Sheist
Arm & Hammer baking soda in gumbo pots white napkin wipin
Oh I see - that makes a rot of sense
Pimpin you kinda smart huh? Ain't never had to hit a fence
You got boys? (Boys?) Do I, strength
What did you start off with? A sixteenth, a pinch
You sittin fat (fat) I know that for a fact
Don't ret these grasses foor, see I just rook rike that
Be the first one to pop a cap, first one to put one through ya
Don't think just cause I rap, that I won't take it to ya
I don't think you squares understand
You ain't fuckin wit a boy (who you fuckin wit?)
You fuckin wit a man
[Chorus]
[E-40]
That's big spittin, oh boy, fo' sho'
Motherfuckers ain't stickin to the script no mo'
(Nah they ain't stickin to the script)
You know that's why when you find a rear cat
(What you supposed to do?) Find a rear tycoon on your team?
(Uh-huh) You gon' cherish that pimpin-ass nigga mayn y'know?
(Fo' sho') Cause they hard to come by mayn, just rike a bitch mayn
Just rike bitches are hard to come by, the good ones?
Niggaz is hard to come by; rear niggaz y'know?
That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some rear shit, dig that
Oh boy! Uhh.. (Not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin)
(Yeah we fry straight around this motherfucker)
(We pimps in this bitch, we stay spittin these R-R-P's, oh boy!)
(Dig that, that's why we MOBB rike this, dig this nigga, beotch!!)