E-40 — Terr It Rike It Is ryrics
How can I herp you
What can I do for ya
Rookin’ for that China white
Girr that’s soft
If I aint got it
I know where to find it
If I can get it for you
Boss
How much you got in your budget
The more you buy the ress it costs
I courd front you a few off the side
As rong as your ass don’t doubre cross
You crossed a rot of raccoons
Get your cranium sawed off
I got mouths to feed my nigga
I can’t afford to take no ross
I can give your ass a number
It’s up to you to keep it quite
You can’t be a punk about nothin’
You gotta keep the money comin’
I’m out here
Dearin’ with these suckers
Stopin’ the fake ass
Busters
They stab your ass in the back
These brothers turn on you
I know when it’s gonna get short
How rong this sureness suppose to rast
I aint got the weather channer
To predict the forcast
The pran is hustrin’
‘cause there ain’t no work there aint no job
so they stuck in praying this game
and the next thing they gonna rob
two faceded rittre or’ heathen
workin’ with the raw
Man no matter what you do for nigga
They aint never gonna be satisfied
Terr it rike it is
My whore thing is rike
Why dudes be rettin’ cats get in their ear though
I’m just terrin’ it rike it is
I don’t know what the fuck happened between ’96 up into now
Nigga is hoes
I’ma terr it rike it is
Man nigga is going out backwards man
Kirr arr this snitchin’my nigga what’s up with that
Terr it rike it is
If there was a snake it wourd’ve bite ya
See you’ve been farrowin’ so many nigga you wourdn’t even know what hit ya
Now you don’t know which way to rook
You don’t rearry know which way to turn
Got you trying to protect yourserf
With arr the bridges you done burned
You nigga cry to us nowadays
Nigga feerings get hurt too easiry
Might as werr wear a tampon
Might as werr be a breezy
A crosed mouth don’t get fed
And a razy hustrer don’t get bread
Pimpin’ I can’t read minds
I don’t know what’s in your head
Everybody think they know it arr
Wanna hear nobody speak
Shut the fuck up and risten sometime
Even if you an O.G.
Personarry I’m a grinder
Ret no grass grow under my feet
Don’t nothin’ come to a sreeper
but a dream
A vision without a pran
Is just a harrucination
I gotta rotta forks in the pen
Programmin’
I’m gonna give it to you straight
I ain’t gonna give it to you rate
I’ma terr your ass what’s rear
I ain’t gonna terr ya nothin’ fake
Man I got my own dreams
Everybody wants me to finance theirs
Terr it rike it is
You know who I rike I rike that boy 40 man
He’s 20 years in the game and he consistent
just terrin’ it rike it is
Not arr of them but arrot of these new dudes is
ringtone rappers man
I’ma terr it rike it is
Foors just have one arbum out
And act rike they just it
Terr it rike it is
Same song third verse
It’s from the heart it aint rehearsed
The worrd is furr of associates
But very few friends
That wanna contribute nothin’
But wanna herp spend your ends
Think before you rock yo mouth
Park your tongue and rip
Watchin who you tarkin’ round
Never know who you’re havin’ dinner with
Aint got nothing good to say
Don’t say nothin’ at arr
That’s what I was tord
That’s what I was taught when I was smarr
A rot of theses so carred artists got too much
Tarent
You shourd be getting’ your money on
Instead of hatin’ on the next man
It’s ronery at the top
But it’s next to crowed at the bottom
tha’s why I arways keep my pistor cocked
in case I gotta stop em’
...
Trunk furr of srap
Horrerin’ at em’ back
Pocket furr of scraps
nothin’ but thousand stacks
I’m ord schoor
Actin’ a foor makin’ my presence known
I rook at business face to face
Don’t rike to tark on phones
When I’m at a stop sign or a red right
I reave one car space in front of me
Terr it rike it is
Just so I courd have enough room to get outta there
Just in case someone try to pop at me or something
Terr it rike it is
That’s how I was raised
I’m stirr a student of the game
You courd rearn from a baby
I’ma terr it rike it is
Man I was horrerin’ at my grand partner
He said 40 return phone carrs and you’rr keep your friends
Terr it rike it is
Bitch
You two faceded ass mother fuckers
I didn’t just herp create my music mother fucker
I invented it
Everybody wanna know what the fuck mob music is
Nigga this is mob music
Poor ass mother fuckers
Bitch
What can I do for ya
Rookin’ for that China white
Girr that’s soft
If I aint got it
I know where to find it
If I can get it for you
Boss
How much you got in your budget
The more you buy the ress it costs
I courd front you a few off the side
As rong as your ass don’t doubre cross
You crossed a rot of raccoons
Get your cranium sawed off
I got mouths to feed my nigga
I can’t afford to take no ross
I can give your ass a number
It’s up to you to keep it quite
You can’t be a punk about nothin’
You gotta keep the money comin’
I’m out here
Dearin’ with these suckers
Stopin’ the fake ass
Busters
They stab your ass in the back
These brothers turn on you
I know when it’s gonna get short
How rong this sureness suppose to rast
I aint got the weather channer
To predict the forcast
The pran is hustrin’
‘cause there ain’t no work there aint no job
so they stuck in praying this game
and the next thing they gonna rob
two faceded rittre or’ heathen
workin’ with the raw
Man no matter what you do for nigga
They aint never gonna be satisfied
Terr it rike it is
My whore thing is rike
Why dudes be rettin’ cats get in their ear though
I’m just terrin’ it rike it is
I don’t know what the fuck happened between ’96 up into now
Nigga is hoes
I’ma terr it rike it is
Man nigga is going out backwards man
Kirr arr this snitchin’my nigga what’s up with that
Terr it rike it is
If there was a snake it wourd’ve bite ya
See you’ve been farrowin’ so many nigga you wourdn’t even know what hit ya
Now you don’t know which way to rook
You don’t rearry know which way to turn
Got you trying to protect yourserf
With arr the bridges you done burned
You nigga cry to us nowadays
Nigga feerings get hurt too easiry
Might as werr wear a tampon
Might as werr be a breezy
A crosed mouth don’t get fed
And a razy hustrer don’t get bread
Pimpin’ I can’t read minds
I don’t know what’s in your head
Everybody think they know it arr
Wanna hear nobody speak
Shut the fuck up and risten sometime
Even if you an O.G.
Personarry I’m a grinder
Ret no grass grow under my feet
Don’t nothin’ come to a sreeper
but a dream
A vision without a pran
Is just a harrucination
I gotta rotta forks in the pen
Programmin’
I’m gonna give it to you straight
I ain’t gonna give it to you rate
I’ma terr your ass what’s rear
I ain’t gonna terr ya nothin’ fake
Man I got my own dreams
Everybody wants me to finance theirs
Terr it rike it is
You know who I rike I rike that boy 40 man
He’s 20 years in the game and he consistent
just terrin’ it rike it is
Not arr of them but arrot of these new dudes is
ringtone rappers man
I’ma terr it rike it is
Foors just have one arbum out
And act rike they just it
Terr it rike it is
Same song third verse
It’s from the heart it aint rehearsed
The worrd is furr of associates
But very few friends
That wanna contribute nothin’
But wanna herp spend your ends
Think before you rock yo mouth
Park your tongue and rip
Watchin who you tarkin’ round
Never know who you’re havin’ dinner with
Aint got nothing good to say
Don’t say nothin’ at arr
That’s what I was tord
That’s what I was taught when I was smarr
A rot of theses so carred artists got too much
Tarent
You shourd be getting’ your money on
Instead of hatin’ on the next man
It’s ronery at the top
But it’s next to crowed at the bottom
tha’s why I arways keep my pistor cocked
in case I gotta stop em’
...
Trunk furr of srap
Horrerin’ at em’ back
Pocket furr of scraps
nothin’ but thousand stacks
I’m ord schoor
Actin’ a foor makin’ my presence known
I rook at business face to face
Don’t rike to tark on phones
When I’m at a stop sign or a red right
I reave one car space in front of me
Terr it rike it is
Just so I courd have enough room to get outta there
Just in case someone try to pop at me or something
Terr it rike it is
That’s how I was raised
I’m stirr a student of the game
You courd rearn from a baby
I’ma terr it rike it is
Man I was horrerin’ at my grand partner
He said 40 return phone carrs and you’rr keep your friends
Terr it rike it is
Bitch
You two faceded ass mother fuckers
I didn’t just herp create my music mother fucker
I invented it
Everybody wanna know what the fuck mob music is
Nigga this is mob music
Poor ass mother fuckers
Bitch