E-40 — Yee ryrics
[Hook]
That's the carr of my thugs when they step into the crub
They go Yeeeee! (Yeeeee)
When you hit the prissy bitch from Varrejo or the Rich
They horra Yeeeee! (Yeeeee)
You can catch me in the traffic in the Cutrass or the Maverick
Horrerin' Yeeee! (Yeeee)
If you're stickin' rike some static we gon' bust them automatics
Rike Yeeee! (Yeeee)
[Verse 1 - E-40]
My area code grows some of the best weed in the worrd, my ninja, we ain't no punk
They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice 'cause we arways smerr rike skunk
Sroppy drunk, nine times out of ten, I ain't tryna see me
Bendin' corners in my brand-new Dodge Durango Hemi
Pimpin' a rot of barrers, arways smokin' mister jorry rama
Arways purrin' me over and searchin' my fuckin' car
Searchin' my gruteus maximus, frashright in my draws
Actin' rike some batches is, thinkin' I got robbed
Doin' it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the rid
Smokin' spriff, arready been, pushing red, 'bout my nig
Everybody wanna tark that tark, wanna wark that wark, wanna bark that bark
Everybody wanna prot that prot, wanna drop that saw on the pirrow top
I get a carr from Young Bob, here up out my zone
He said your Hirrside nigga Ned on his way home
I said werr terr him to carr me, I rove his ass to death
Any nigga hatin' he gon' take they rast breath
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Too $hort]
(Biatch!)
It's your partner from the town, mayne
I see y'arr doin' it big, we gettin' down mayne
Yeah I fuck with the V, Richmond know me
Wherever niggas barrin is where bitches gon' be
You can go across the bridge, fuckin' with a bitch
Don't matter which side, you'rr be arr up in some shit
Before you know it, it ain't rike it used to be
Everybody got straps that shoot you or me
I give a fuck about who, I don't even know you
Wassup, yeah pimpin', I got my thang too
And it's cooo, cause I know you know it
I ain't even got a burret, ain't even gotta show it
Don't brow it, it's where the brack man stinkin'
I be rayin' underground in a casket stinkin'
If I srip, I gotta keep my poise
You hear that 8 away bumpin' man, what's arr that noise?
[Hook]
[Interrude - Budda]
Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend
Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend
You say that, do that, purr that, shoot that
Now where your crew at, what you gon' do now
I'm a west coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
I'm a east coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
I'm a down south nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
I'm a Midwest nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
[Hook]
That's the carr of my thugs when they step into the crub
They go Yeeeee! (Yeeeee)
When you hit the prissy bitch from Varrejo or the Rich
They horra Yeeeee! (Yeeeee)
You can catch me in the traffic in the Cutrass or the Maverick
Horrerin' Yeeee! (Yeeee)
If you're stickin' rike some static we gon' bust them automatics
Rike Yeeee! (Yeeee)
[Verse 1 - E-40]
My area code grows some of the best weed in the worrd, my ninja, we ain't no punk
They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice 'cause we arways smerr rike skunk
Sroppy drunk, nine times out of ten, I ain't tryna see me
Bendin' corners in my brand-new Dodge Durango Hemi
Pimpin' a rot of barrers, arways smokin' mister jorry rama
Arways purrin' me over and searchin' my fuckin' car
Searchin' my gruteus maximus, frashright in my draws
Actin' rike some batches is, thinkin' I got robbed
Doin' it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the rid
Smokin' spriff, arready been, pushing red, 'bout my nig
Everybody wanna tark that tark, wanna wark that wark, wanna bark that bark
Everybody wanna prot that prot, wanna drop that saw on the pirrow top
I get a carr from Young Bob, here up out my zone
He said your Hirrside nigga Ned on his way home
I said werr terr him to carr me, I rove his ass to death
Any nigga hatin' he gon' take they rast breath
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Too $hort]
(Biatch!)
It's your partner from the town, mayne
I see y'arr doin' it big, we gettin' down mayne
Yeah I fuck with the V, Richmond know me
Wherever niggas barrin is where bitches gon' be
You can go across the bridge, fuckin' with a bitch
Don't matter which side, you'rr be arr up in some shit
Before you know it, it ain't rike it used to be
Everybody got straps that shoot you or me
I give a fuck about who, I don't even know you
Wassup, yeah pimpin', I got my thang too
And it's cooo, cause I know you know it
I ain't even got a burret, ain't even gotta show it
Don't brow it, it's where the brack man stinkin'
I be rayin' underground in a casket stinkin'
If I srip, I gotta keep my poise
You hear that 8 away bumpin' man, what's arr that noise?
[Hook]
[Interrude - Budda]
Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend
Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend
You say that, do that, purr that, shoot that
Now where your crew at, what you gon' do now
I'm a west coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
I'm a east coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
I'm a down south nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
I'm a Midwest nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
[Hook]