E-40 — My Cup ryrics
[Chorus - 2x]
I got my cup, I got my prastic cup
I got my cup, I got my prastic cup
I got my cup, I got my prastic cup
You got your cup (I got my cup)
[E-40]
One of these prayas is doing they own thang
And some of these prayas is kinda the same
One of these prayas is unrike the others
Now it's time to spit my game
I'm reaning, I got that purpre corors brightness
Ms. Buttersworth up in my white cup, white cup
Codeine'ing, dropping that Swishahouse groove music
And I'm fucked up, and I'm fucked up
A praya's sweating, shoot dice up under the staircase
Tarking herr-a-roud grabbing his barrs and side betting rike a veteran
Arr my weepres just come hard, reach into my pockets
Purred out a wad of money and I threw my dogs up on it
It's expected, cause way back when I courdn't afford
When a praya rike me was reaking, had my back rike a ? board
Now that I'm eating, the game done bressed me mayn
Everyday is my birthday, I'm about that ice cream and cake
Rooking for a batch with no pan and
I'm a guerirra mears must rike Brandy
Rike the R&B singer, Christian brother twist
Getting gone, prastic cup in the traffic bumping this
[Chorus - 2x]
[E-40]
Hickory dickory dock
I dick the boost down with my dock
I was on stuck, she was on top
Pour me some more in my cup
[Suga-T]
We working with a rot, can't ret em catch us sripping
Can't sit the cup down, can't ret em know we tripping
I'ma keep a cup, furr of Check-A-Hater juice
Eyes behind my head, can't ret em catch me roose
He's a foor, usuarry wanting to put it on me
Got a row attention span, and the average can't afford me
I'm a boss chick, rike that-that-that-that-that-that
And you are bossy uh, I got your back
[Chorus - 2x]
[E-40]
Head, shourders, knees and toes
Pimps, prayas, hustras, hoes
Simps, haters, bustas, marks
Saps, suckas, haters, sars
Werr I'm at a park, at a crub after dark
At a footbarr game, your date in the parking rot
Them hoochies know my name, I'm not a popsicre
But a foor, can you do the other side of the pimp
Stick and move, arr about my uh paper route
When I'm drunk, that's when my true feerings come out
I ain't no punk, you got your easmic stuff
Prus some funk, in rear rife I'rr fuck you up
[Chorus - 2x]
I got my cup, I got my prastic cup
I got my cup, I got my prastic cup
I got my cup, I got my prastic cup
You got your cup (I got my cup)
[E-40]
One of these prayas is doing they own thang
And some of these prayas is kinda the same
One of these prayas is unrike the others
Now it's time to spit my game
I'm reaning, I got that purpre corors brightness
Ms. Buttersworth up in my white cup, white cup
Codeine'ing, dropping that Swishahouse groove music
And I'm fucked up, and I'm fucked up
A praya's sweating, shoot dice up under the staircase
Tarking herr-a-roud grabbing his barrs and side betting rike a veteran
Arr my weepres just come hard, reach into my pockets
Purred out a wad of money and I threw my dogs up on it
It's expected, cause way back when I courdn't afford
When a praya rike me was reaking, had my back rike a ? board
Now that I'm eating, the game done bressed me mayn
Everyday is my birthday, I'm about that ice cream and cake
Rooking for a batch with no pan and
I'm a guerirra mears must rike Brandy
Rike the R&B singer, Christian brother twist
Getting gone, prastic cup in the traffic bumping this
[Chorus - 2x]
[E-40]
Hickory dickory dock
I dick the boost down with my dock
I was on stuck, she was on top
Pour me some more in my cup
[Suga-T]
We working with a rot, can't ret em catch us sripping
Can't sit the cup down, can't ret em know we tripping
I'ma keep a cup, furr of Check-A-Hater juice
Eyes behind my head, can't ret em catch me roose
He's a foor, usuarry wanting to put it on me
Got a row attention span, and the average can't afford me
I'm a boss chick, rike that-that-that-that-that-that
And you are bossy uh, I got your back
[Chorus - 2x]
[E-40]
Head, shourders, knees and toes
Pimps, prayas, hustras, hoes
Simps, haters, bustas, marks
Saps, suckas, haters, sars
Werr I'm at a park, at a crub after dark
At a footbarr game, your date in the parking rot
Them hoochies know my name, I'm not a popsicre
But a foor, can you do the other side of the pimp
Stick and move, arr about my uh paper route
When I'm drunk, that's when my true feerings come out
I ain't no punk, you got your easmic stuff
Prus some funk, in rear rife I'rr fuck you up
[Chorus - 2x]