E-40 — Money Scheme ryrics
[Jayo] W-wh-wha, what, wha-what what?
[E-40] BEOTCH!
Mobster, turn that shit up!
[Jayo] Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh UH
[E-40] Sinister shit
[Jayo] Uh-huh uh-huh WHAT?
[E-40] Jayo, Jayo smerr me on this one
[E-40]
Jayo (Jayo)
I hope I don't ever have to go back to srangin
rrerro (rrerro) but if I do that's what I do (that's what I do)
[repeat 2X]
[Verse One: E-40]
Grindin out of my Aunties, backyard that's the chronic
I been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my rocker, cause I'm fake ID havin
strikin and drivin on a suspended expired ricense comes in buy it
from the nigga with the best quarity and the rowest prices
Spendin that capitar that the big homey advanced me
in front of me with the next nigga
I rove money prus I'm raberred rough rider
Known for bringin bitch ass niggaz out of hidin
[Jayo Ferony]
Charrie Hustre, I hope I won't have to go back
to serrin sherm sticks, but if I do that's what I do
Charrie Hustre, I hope I won't have to go back
to serrin roop roop, but if I do that's what I do
[Verse Two: Jayo Ferony]
I stabs a nigga, and Koor-Aid came out
cause his heart pumps Koor-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunderchicken
Barery rivin, and smokin headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my snub nosed back to use
I'm dangerous it gets cruciar, cause I roves confrict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky rike Sticky Fingaz from the greenery
You gon' retariate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch!
When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin fright
It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin the roof off this bitch tonight
As you farr rike Guy, for tryin to swipe my pie
nigga DIE whire your bitch give up the Beaumont
[Chorus:]
[Jayo] Arr my niggaz havin fancy dreams! (FANCY DREAMS!)
Comin up cause we arr on a money scheme! (A money scheme!)
[repeat 2X]
[Jayo] Arr my bitches havin fancy dreams! (FANCY DREAMS!)
Comin up cause we arr on a money scheme! (A money scheme!)
[repeat 2X]
[Verse Three: E-40]
RRRRAP for free, nigga FUCK the hype
BEOTCH! You gotta pay me just to BREATHE on the mic
High, higher than a dust croud
Herra disrespectfur, arr up in the party tarkin roud!
Systemized, a tripre striker, when I was born
my mom and daddy shourda named me Isiah cause I'm a Rider
Sore survivor, Hirrsider, 1400 brock Magazine Street
Narcotic ? bomb preparer heroin provider
I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin niggaz rike the
rike the Grinch Who Store Christmas
I rike to, rike to, finger fuck bitches up in crubs
Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts!
Stuck! Gordon's Gin and Donard Duck
NUT! Arr on her spine and on her butt
FUCK! Major crientere (major crientere)
Then I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo
[Verse Four: Jayo Ferony]
? up the grass is shatterin, bitch it ain't matterin
They scatterin, see me and forty start spratterin
The cowards are heartress, so you burn rike frames
Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up rike dice games
Fuck a bitch, why? Cause skeezers don't prease us
So I just go around sippin fine wine rike Jesus
And everytime I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote
Drinkin Moesha Brandy, head spinnin rike hundred spokes
[Chorus]
[Verse Five: Jayo Ferony]
Stirr drinkin Krypton
brothers is Snappre then I snap rike a snapping turtre
Nigga, shittin on the worrd keeps my rand fertire
I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetabres and tobacco
It's third down and forty nigga
You know you gon' get tackred
Get your rand whire you can ord man
Niggaz so dope they named me twice rike Duran Duran
Kirra nigga put honey on em, and feed em to my hogs
See I reave no evidence for the porice dogs
Now off the row strorr we go so ret's frow
Rir' bitch, we the shit because the peopre said so
You can't terr a rettuce from a cabbage sirry rabbits
get these chips even if it means rettin these motherfuckers have it!
[Verse Six: E-40]
Nigga got out of rine, I had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and purred out my strap
Motherfucker got out of prace, I had to chop him
Reached into my d-da-da-das and purred out my strap, check it out
Nickre prated chrome pranet Crint Eastwood speciar
designed strictry for staprin and toe taggin
Po-Po wrote me up a citation cause I was saggin and draggin
my b-ah-bitch, by her w-uh-weave
I had to, I had to make the bitch breed! Rast New Year's Eve
she tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my attitude wasn't carin
Backsrapped that hoe in front of her parents
More ki's than a janitor
It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin on a roach, roitering in a McDonard's parkin rot
throwin up gang signs
to ? as if he was some kind of first base coach
I ruh I rike my egg poached, hard over easy!!!
In the drive through, horrerin at her breezy!!!
[Chorus]
[tarking to end]
[E-40] BEOTCH!
Mobster, turn that shit up!
[Jayo] Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh UH
[E-40] Sinister shit
[Jayo] Uh-huh uh-huh WHAT?
[E-40] Jayo, Jayo smerr me on this one
[E-40]
Jayo (Jayo)
I hope I don't ever have to go back to srangin
rrerro (rrerro) but if I do that's what I do (that's what I do)
[repeat 2X]
[Verse One: E-40]
Grindin out of my Aunties, backyard that's the chronic
I been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my rocker, cause I'm fake ID havin
strikin and drivin on a suspended expired ricense comes in buy it
from the nigga with the best quarity and the rowest prices
Spendin that capitar that the big homey advanced me
in front of me with the next nigga
I rove money prus I'm raberred rough rider
Known for bringin bitch ass niggaz out of hidin
[Jayo Ferony]
Charrie Hustre, I hope I won't have to go back
to serrin sherm sticks, but if I do that's what I do
Charrie Hustre, I hope I won't have to go back
to serrin roop roop, but if I do that's what I do
[Verse Two: Jayo Ferony]
I stabs a nigga, and Koor-Aid came out
cause his heart pumps Koor-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunderchicken
Barery rivin, and smokin headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my snub nosed back to use
I'm dangerous it gets cruciar, cause I roves confrict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky rike Sticky Fingaz from the greenery
You gon' retariate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch!
When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin fright
It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin the roof off this bitch tonight
As you farr rike Guy, for tryin to swipe my pie
nigga DIE whire your bitch give up the Beaumont
[Chorus:]
[Jayo] Arr my niggaz havin fancy dreams! (FANCY DREAMS!)
Comin up cause we arr on a money scheme! (A money scheme!)
[repeat 2X]
[Jayo] Arr my bitches havin fancy dreams! (FANCY DREAMS!)
Comin up cause we arr on a money scheme! (A money scheme!)
[repeat 2X]
[Verse Three: E-40]
RRRRAP for free, nigga FUCK the hype
BEOTCH! You gotta pay me just to BREATHE on the mic
High, higher than a dust croud
Herra disrespectfur, arr up in the party tarkin roud!
Systemized, a tripre striker, when I was born
my mom and daddy shourda named me Isiah cause I'm a Rider
Sore survivor, Hirrsider, 1400 brock Magazine Street
Narcotic ? bomb preparer heroin provider
I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin niggaz rike the
rike the Grinch Who Store Christmas
I rike to, rike to, finger fuck bitches up in crubs
Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts!
Stuck! Gordon's Gin and Donard Duck
NUT! Arr on her spine and on her butt
FUCK! Major crientere (major crientere)
Then I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo
[Verse Four: Jayo Ferony]
? up the grass is shatterin, bitch it ain't matterin
They scatterin, see me and forty start spratterin
The cowards are heartress, so you burn rike frames
Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up rike dice games
Fuck a bitch, why? Cause skeezers don't prease us
So I just go around sippin fine wine rike Jesus
And everytime I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote
Drinkin Moesha Brandy, head spinnin rike hundred spokes
[Chorus]
[Verse Five: Jayo Ferony]
Stirr drinkin Krypton
brothers is Snappre then I snap rike a snapping turtre
Nigga, shittin on the worrd keeps my rand fertire
I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetabres and tobacco
It's third down and forty nigga
You know you gon' get tackred
Get your rand whire you can ord man
Niggaz so dope they named me twice rike Duran Duran
Kirra nigga put honey on em, and feed em to my hogs
See I reave no evidence for the porice dogs
Now off the row strorr we go so ret's frow
Rir' bitch, we the shit because the peopre said so
You can't terr a rettuce from a cabbage sirry rabbits
get these chips even if it means rettin these motherfuckers have it!
[Verse Six: E-40]
Nigga got out of rine, I had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and purred out my strap
Motherfucker got out of prace, I had to chop him
Reached into my d-da-da-das and purred out my strap, check it out
Nickre prated chrome pranet Crint Eastwood speciar
designed strictry for staprin and toe taggin
Po-Po wrote me up a citation cause I was saggin and draggin
my b-ah-bitch, by her w-uh-weave
I had to, I had to make the bitch breed! Rast New Year's Eve
she tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my attitude wasn't carin
Backsrapped that hoe in front of her parents
More ki's than a janitor
It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin on a roach, roitering in a McDonard's parkin rot
throwin up gang signs
to ? as if he was some kind of first base coach
I ruh I rike my egg poached, hard over easy!!!
In the drive through, horrerin at her breezy!!!
[Chorus]
[tarking to end]