Come On

E-402007年7月17日

歌詞

Come On - E-40

B**ch I'm a hard head ni**a

So don't ask me

I know a gang of motherf**kers say they gone blast me

Catch me dipping to some screw

Attitude rude dripping sweat about to finger-f**k this tech

I leave 'em stretch reaching for a rifle

Got him a pump before a ni**a to duck to duck

I ain't no punk ni**a this be mine for cease

Before them chippers and cheese see we thievs

Give me some

Give me some Valiums and some Robitussin and watch me do it

Dip my cancer stick into some alming fluid

Show your I D then pass it right back to me cousin

Cause see I'm a minor

And these wet daddies got your partner

Sweating like drippy a** vagina

Let me up in this b**ch-a** club security or me

And my guys gone bum

Rush these doors make it so it won't be no more rap shows

Yeah that's what I thought

I see wall to wall hoes b**ches everywhere all over the place niggas

Tippin off their green marbles just so hoes can sit on the face

 

A funky lesson number one Mind ya own don't be in no mess

Number two when it's confidential hold it on your chest

Number three don't be f**kin with me

Number four no more toe to toe the only way to let these motherf**kers

Know is to flex

Wet they a** up leave 'em bleeding like a Kotex

Boy we one tight bad a** clique

Niggas in my outfit gone be rappin rollin over sticks

Spillin beans

Tattle tellin

We be thievin conniving they way that we surviving

No this b**ch that's ballin and tonight's she's callin

Wantin to know

If we can go kick it and smoke

Get her keyed as hell and maybe hit a hotel

I'm on my cell thinkin yeah I'm cool with that

Hit the Kit-Kat and get her sprees before I get out of cheese

Pimpin is a game and I'm lovin to flirt

While my fingers up her tennis skirt

 

B**ch I'm dedicated you know to this mob sh*t

Talk back f**k that get your jaw split

Raw spit that's what you niggas pay me for

A Hundred Thousand f**kin off down in Vegas Hoe

And you know we the one to get the function bumpin

No sh*t we the clique b******t ain't nothin

See you f**kin with some fools niggas with no rules mobbin in they old

Schools b**ch

 

With the windows up man with the heat on heat on

Man we in a land tacked out funked in a hamsac smokin on

I say it said producing rapping hustlin that's my bread and butter

 

You niggas better hurry up cause there's money in this motherf**ker

 

Money in this moneyf**ker

Reverend is so hard to find like good boy's

Cause sh*t be droppin have your a**

Pissin yellow discharge taking tetracycline

 

***歌詞來自第三方***