Yee (feat. Too $hort & Budda) (Explicit)

Yee - E-40

That's the call of my thugs when

They step into the club

They go Yeeeee

(Yeeeee)

When you hit the prissy b**ch from

Vallejo or the Rich

They holla Yeeeee

(Yeeeee)

You can catch me in the traffic in the

Cutlass or the Maverick

Hollerin' Yeeee

(Yeeee)

If you're stickin' like some static we goin'

Bust them automatics

Like Yeeee

(Yeeee)

My area code grows some of the

Best w**d in the world

My ninja we ain't no punk

They say we need to take a bath in

Tomato juice 'cause

We always smell like skunk

Sloppy drunk nine times out of ten

I ain't tryna see me

Bendin' corners in my

Brand-new Dodge Durango Hemi

Pimpin' a lot of ballers

Always smokin' mister jolly lama

Always pullin' me over and

Searchin' my f**kin' car

Searchin' my gluteus maximus

Flashlight in my draws

Actin' like some batches is thinkin'

I got robbed

Doin' it big take a swig sip a sip

Twist the lid

Smokin' spliff already been

Pushing red 'bout my nig

Everybody wanna talk that talk

Wanna walk that walk

Wanna bark that bark

Everybody wanna plot that plot

Wanna drop that saw on the pillow top

I get a call from Young Bob

Here up out my zone

He said your Hillside ni**a

Ned on his way home

I said well tell him to call me

I love his a** to death

Any ni**a hatin' he gon'

Take they last breath

(Biatch )

Hat's the call of my thugs when

They step into the club

They go Yeeeee

(Yeeeee)

When you hit the prissy b**ch from

Vallejo or the Rich

They holla Yeeeee

(Yeeeee)

You can catch me in the traffic in the

Cutlass or the Maverick

Hollerin' Yeeee

(Yeeee)

If you're stickin' like some static we goin'

Bust them automatics

Like Yeeee

(Yeeee)

It's your partner from

The town mayne

I see y'all doin' it big

We gettin' down may

Yeah I f**k with the V

Richmond know me

Wherever niggas ballin is

Where b**ches gon' be

You can go across the bridge

F**kin' with a b**ch

Don't matter which side

You'll be all up in some sh*t

Before you know it

It ain't like it used to be

Everybody got straps

That shoot you or me

I give a f**k 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 bullet

Ain't even gotta show it

Don't blow it it's where

The black man stinkin'

I be layin' underground

In a casket stinkin'

If I slip I gotta keep my poise

You hear that 8 away bumpin' man

What's all that noise

Hat's the call of my thugs when

They step into the club

They go Yeeeee

(Yeeeee)

When you hit the prissy b**ch from

Vallejo or the Rich

They holla Yeeeee

(Yeeeee)

You can catch me in the traffic in the

Cutlass or the Maverick

Hollerin' Yeeee

(Yeeee)

If you're stickin' like some static we gon'

Bust them automatics

Like Yeeee

(Yeeee)

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

Pull that shoot that

Now where your crew at

What you gon' do now

I'm a west coast ni**a

Yeeee (Yeeeee)

I'm a east coast ni**a

Yeeee (Yeeeee)

I'm a down south ni**a

Yeeee (Yeeeee)

I'm a Midwest ni**a

Yeeee (Yeeeee)

Hat's the call of my thugs when

They step into the club

They go Yeeeee

(Yeeeee)

When you hit the prissy b**ch from

Vallejo or the Rich

They holla Yeeeee

(Yeeeee)

You can catch me in the traffic in the

Cutlass or the Maverick

Hollerin' Yeeee

(Yeeee)

If you're stickin' like some static we gon'

Bust them automatics

Like Yeeee

(Yeeee)