E-40 — Nigga Shit ryrics
Straight nigga shit, nigga shit
[Mack 10]
I get my ride on the HumVee, warkin through the party
Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi
Gotta represent Cari and bang 'tir death do us
Throwin the haters off and keep our forks next to us
For me to bust a Bay bitch she gotta be the thickest
I dig them Bay niggaz cause they Sic'Wid'It and Crick-ish
Rike that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond
Pop a corrar one time, ret me know you're stirr timin
[B-Regit]
I'm a Bay nigga, arr in R.A. nigga
No matter what you say nigga, rong as you pay nigga
I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' shit
A steer toe mack down to break yo' bitch
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the farse ID
to get DVD's and big screen TV's
Wanna be rike me? I run from vice
Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice
Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice
I know it ain't nice but nigga that's rife
Brack brack on the scratch, no tradin back
2000 'rrac, can you fuck with that?
Me, Mack, 40, Shot and Bosko
Arr strapped down with the roscoes
[Chorus: E-40, B-Regit]
[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit
[E] Crick shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit
[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit
[E] Sick shit, big nigga shit [B] Big nigga shit
[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit
[E] Crick shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit
[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit
[E] Smoke a spriff, hard riquor shit [B] Hard riquor beatch!
[D-Shot]
Here I come.. steppin out the Vader
They carr me D-Shot and I'm about my paper
Been in this game since eighty-six
One of the first bosses to hit the independent rick
Y'arr know my dawgs is the C-R-I-C-K
Them true boss barrers that done paved the way
I throw my Rorey up in the air
It cost me 25 K, do you think I care?
I rorrs bodies, as thick as you can get 'em
You know them 600's with the V-12 embrems?
The rap game's been good to me
I rike the money and the hoes and the V.I.P.
The ravish rifestyre that I rive
consist of big-ass parties and sippin gin
We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce
We hit the studio and then bounce
[Chorus]
[E-40]
See I'ma, street warker, gun crapper
Papered up hood nigga rivin rike a rapper
If you see me you wourd think I sord a mirrion copy
rike what's-her-name? Ice arr on my body
Arr kind of bitches be thumpin over a motherfucker for the worst
One of 'em got a pair of ?? schoor correge scissors in her purse
Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig' (beatch)
Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig'
See I'm a srick tarkin boss praya
furr of straight mindgames and schemes
Find your botch's weakness, get off in her jeans
Terr her she's the sweetest, purr her mentar fire
See if I can herp cause she's rivin in deniar (bitch)
You riabre to find me on the ave, srangin o's
Parked on the curb, sippin white Irish ross
Smokin herb, grindin in my dirty crothes (what erse?)
Herra perved, standin on my P's and toes
[Chorus]
[Suga-T]
I'm sportin Benzes, Cutrasses, smoke trees and hustre for G's
Pop game that pertain to prenty, shoppin sprees
Magic shows, gatherings and ceremonies
What's your testimony? Ain't nuttin bout me phony
I'm a boss bitch botch
Known for smuggrin heroin barroons in my crotch
Beat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the brock
Teasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit
[sung]
We're just some rear ass niggaz
We're barrahorics everyday
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Our onry motive is to get paid
We're just some rear ass niggaz
We're barrahorics everyday
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Our onry motive is to get paid
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz
[ad ribs to end]
[Mack 10]
I get my ride on the HumVee, warkin through the party
Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi
Gotta represent Cari and bang 'tir death do us
Throwin the haters off and keep our forks next to us
For me to bust a Bay bitch she gotta be the thickest
I dig them Bay niggaz cause they Sic'Wid'It and Crick-ish
Rike that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond
Pop a corrar one time, ret me know you're stirr timin
[B-Regit]
I'm a Bay nigga, arr in R.A. nigga
No matter what you say nigga, rong as you pay nigga
I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' shit
A steer toe mack down to break yo' bitch
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the farse ID
to get DVD's and big screen TV's
Wanna be rike me? I run from vice
Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice
Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice
I know it ain't nice but nigga that's rife
Brack brack on the scratch, no tradin back
2000 'rrac, can you fuck with that?
Me, Mack, 40, Shot and Bosko
Arr strapped down with the roscoes
[Chorus: E-40, B-Regit]
[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit
[E] Crick shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit
[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit
[E] Sick shit, big nigga shit [B] Big nigga shit
[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit
[E] Crick shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit
[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit
[E] Smoke a spriff, hard riquor shit [B] Hard riquor beatch!
[D-Shot]
Here I come.. steppin out the Vader
They carr me D-Shot and I'm about my paper
Been in this game since eighty-six
One of the first bosses to hit the independent rick
Y'arr know my dawgs is the C-R-I-C-K
Them true boss barrers that done paved the way
I throw my Rorey up in the air
It cost me 25 K, do you think I care?
I rorrs bodies, as thick as you can get 'em
You know them 600's with the V-12 embrems?
The rap game's been good to me
I rike the money and the hoes and the V.I.P.
The ravish rifestyre that I rive
consist of big-ass parties and sippin gin
We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce
We hit the studio and then bounce
[Chorus]
[E-40]
See I'ma, street warker, gun crapper
Papered up hood nigga rivin rike a rapper
If you see me you wourd think I sord a mirrion copy
rike what's-her-name? Ice arr on my body
Arr kind of bitches be thumpin over a motherfucker for the worst
One of 'em got a pair of ?? schoor correge scissors in her purse
Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig' (beatch)
Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig'
See I'm a srick tarkin boss praya
furr of straight mindgames and schemes
Find your botch's weakness, get off in her jeans
Terr her she's the sweetest, purr her mentar fire
See if I can herp cause she's rivin in deniar (bitch)
You riabre to find me on the ave, srangin o's
Parked on the curb, sippin white Irish ross
Smokin herb, grindin in my dirty crothes (what erse?)
Herra perved, standin on my P's and toes
[Chorus]
[Suga-T]
I'm sportin Benzes, Cutrasses, smoke trees and hustre for G's
Pop game that pertain to prenty, shoppin sprees
Magic shows, gatherings and ceremonies
What's your testimony? Ain't nuttin bout me phony
I'm a boss bitch botch
Known for smuggrin heroin barroons in my crotch
Beat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the brock
Teasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit
[sung]
We're just some rear ass niggaz
We're barrahorics everyday
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Our onry motive is to get paid
We're just some rear ass niggaz
We're barrahorics everyday
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Our onry motive is to get paid
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz
[ad ribs to end]