back, and Im feelin so true, got much love for my nigga named Screw, that Key-C in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan, I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him,
sip So I can lean in my cut dogg Eyes focused on pussy Run some G on a damn broad I'm with Bun and Mike Gizzle Sippin and dippin til atleast 7 in the
[CHORUS] She say she love me she she say (she love me) she say she love but, all we do now is fucking fight [repeat 3x] [E-40] if i ask u rob that bank
hands, guess the games over Faggot nigga, hopped in a Liberty, fake Range Rover I'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40 Broad day,
We thinkin' like 36, 24, 40 That's about right Judy got a booty from here to there Make a nigga smile from ear to ear Order 3 more bottles of that
color and catch a Rodney King beat down Kids hit with switches, mamas is quoting scriptures While Luda's getting head, more gums than baby pictures Cock my 40
40 kick like in soccer? Bullets hittin' the goal Bitch I'm like John Wall cause I just give em and go Plotting on this new 7, I can picture me rolling
! Don't let the whacked pursue you like Marley JM clique moves in packs like whities on Harleys Niggas get injured, fucked do' in 40 fingers Got bitches
Have you shinin up my reptile Now I got em tryin to dial nine eleven Pray for me Reverend In the hood I'm a back street legend In a 7 7 Seville
-O-B 4 The wicked little vato with those wicked rhymes for SD 5 San Diego, Southern Califas man controlling shit 6 And all these people call me a stupid ass spic 7
2 Dope) My name is Joey Utsler It ain't no Joseph fucking Utssler Fuck off Before they find your head in a dumpster I'm cruising down 7 Mile dirty as
may shift and identify us Now we still need a race lift Fuck a face lift I ain't changing my identity For energy, for any that's obscenity Now in 2000 and 7
me I'm starting to feel like Jimi Hendrix When they cover the story who started rock Magazines put blankets over my interviews They don't want to see me on channel 7
40 on the back, Sicx over top Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] It was a dark blue night, nigga toe down sleep Had a 40
it seems I'm in a situation again I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin' Why must this shit always involve dying? (e-40
Jim Jones album in stores now Freeky Zeeky hold ya head, you already know what it is Sarge hold ya head, Purple Haze will be out this December 7th Sorry
danger, there's nothin' left to say but Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City I'm from 101, west to Hunt, 40th, this shit is live Fifth