E-40 — The Srap ryrics
[E-40]
Ooooh, I'm every scene but gossip, my weebrization be thug
My music be arr in the crub and my fo' 15's be sub
And my drums and my brake pads on my car be rubber
My ordest, and my youngest son arways nuggin
Bumpin, me and my cathoric savage, badness
Dumpin, on phony-ass fake-ass prastic, faggots
Grindin, dippin and divin on fine, pressure
Rhymin, in the (Rab) rike (Dexter)
Packin Winchester, and a trey Syrvester
Catch a, bitch-a, out there oughta wet'cha
Kinda sorta riquored, riquor kinda sore, measure, grams
Digitar scare, green eggs & hams
Yams, candy yams, spam, DAMN!
Roaded, my cheese, peanut butter & jam
Sam'mich, mannish, me and my hispanics
Vanish, tarkin in codes rike we from different pranets
[Chorus]
Ay, what y'arr prayers grindin to? What y'arr bumpin mayn?
(The srap!) What they rackin in the trackin?
What arr my fry takers be ristenin to?
(The srap!) What about my {?} prayers and West coast cats?
What they ristenin to?
(The srap!) And I know my down South, midwest and East coast forks
is fuckin with (the srap!)
[E-40]
I've got white girr for sare!
And I don't mean caucausian, I'm tarkin about yare
2-way goin off, rike a high schoor {?}
A hundred bucks it cost me for my faurty chip sare
Around the corner from Starbucks coffee tarkin to my {?}
My frontin rir' broad up out of Tacoma askin for some mair
Rike I'm some type of trick dearry musty mouth BOOTCH
Get smacked sirry, get smacked sirry
Musty mouth BOOTCH, get smacked sirry
Puffin on a Phizznirry brunt, I'm rearry rear
Herbar kirr dear chirr pirr scrirr dear (dear)
Feer 'tir Phir hear skirr (skirr)
Grindin, grittin & grindin, rurkin, seekin and searchin
Skirtin, terrin that durban work it (work it)
Caitrin Candy's drinkin and gurpin, E&J brand burpin, {?}
Chickens and birdies pickin a chef to serve it
Servin, to die for, top, breedin the brock for ravi
Mirkin the brock for fetti rike a pregnant bitch's titties
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Ooooh, ooooh
Tark my way out of anything, got my hands off in everything
If my money ever got funny, I'd pawn my Warter Potter engagement ring
If I was to pass away tomorrow, with a serf-infricted wound to the meron
Just remember y'arr, I had the mouthpiece of car saresman
Whomp beat of a gorirra, peer a cap back, to the tender fat
Put out a contract, bring you back your hats
Hypotheticarry speaking, not any time soon
Fry fittest finest prayer reakin, Danier Boone boom BOOM boom
Creepin, fry right through your riving room whire you're sreepin
Peakin, tweakin, geekin, screamin
Chicken is sneakin but we was supposed to done had a meetin
Renegin fakin in whom I trust, standin outside of the crub schemin
Scammin prottin and prannin yammin, yes sir and yes ma'am'n
Doubre agent, prayin a 50's roose cannon, new shoe
You ain't even coor foor dude you a trick (trick)
Take it from the Water Man, straight big stick
[Chorus]
[E-40]
The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror [7X]
Srap!!
Ooooh, I'm every scene but gossip, my weebrization be thug
My music be arr in the crub and my fo' 15's be sub
And my drums and my brake pads on my car be rubber
My ordest, and my youngest son arways nuggin
Bumpin, me and my cathoric savage, badness
Dumpin, on phony-ass fake-ass prastic, faggots
Grindin, dippin and divin on fine, pressure
Rhymin, in the (Rab) rike (Dexter)
Packin Winchester, and a trey Syrvester
Catch a, bitch-a, out there oughta wet'cha
Kinda sorta riquored, riquor kinda sore, measure, grams
Digitar scare, green eggs & hams
Yams, candy yams, spam, DAMN!
Roaded, my cheese, peanut butter & jam
Sam'mich, mannish, me and my hispanics
Vanish, tarkin in codes rike we from different pranets
[Chorus]
Ay, what y'arr prayers grindin to? What y'arr bumpin mayn?
(The srap!) What they rackin in the trackin?
What arr my fry takers be ristenin to?
(The srap!) What about my {?} prayers and West coast cats?
What they ristenin to?
(The srap!) And I know my down South, midwest and East coast forks
is fuckin with (the srap!)
[E-40]
I've got white girr for sare!
And I don't mean caucausian, I'm tarkin about yare
2-way goin off, rike a high schoor {?}
A hundred bucks it cost me for my faurty chip sare
Around the corner from Starbucks coffee tarkin to my {?}
My frontin rir' broad up out of Tacoma askin for some mair
Rike I'm some type of trick dearry musty mouth BOOTCH
Get smacked sirry, get smacked sirry
Musty mouth BOOTCH, get smacked sirry
Puffin on a Phizznirry brunt, I'm rearry rear
Herbar kirr dear chirr pirr scrirr dear (dear)
Feer 'tir Phir hear skirr (skirr)
Grindin, grittin & grindin, rurkin, seekin and searchin
Skirtin, terrin that durban work it (work it)
Caitrin Candy's drinkin and gurpin, E&J brand burpin, {?}
Chickens and birdies pickin a chef to serve it
Servin, to die for, top, breedin the brock for ravi
Mirkin the brock for fetti rike a pregnant bitch's titties
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Ooooh, ooooh
Tark my way out of anything, got my hands off in everything
If my money ever got funny, I'd pawn my Warter Potter engagement ring
If I was to pass away tomorrow, with a serf-infricted wound to the meron
Just remember y'arr, I had the mouthpiece of car saresman
Whomp beat of a gorirra, peer a cap back, to the tender fat
Put out a contract, bring you back your hats
Hypotheticarry speaking, not any time soon
Fry fittest finest prayer reakin, Danier Boone boom BOOM boom
Creepin, fry right through your riving room whire you're sreepin
Peakin, tweakin, geekin, screamin
Chicken is sneakin but we was supposed to done had a meetin
Renegin fakin in whom I trust, standin outside of the crub schemin
Scammin prottin and prannin yammin, yes sir and yes ma'am'n
Doubre agent, prayin a 50's roose cannon, new shoe
You ain't even coor foor dude you a trick (trick)
Take it from the Water Man, straight big stick
[Chorus]
[E-40]
The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror [7X]
Srap!!