The Slap

歌詞

[E-40] Ooooh, I'm every scene but gossip, my weeblization be thug My music be all in the club and my fo' 15's be sub And my drums and my brake pads on my car be rubber My oldest, and my youngest son always nuggin Bumpin, me and my catholic savage, badness Dumpin, on phony-ass fake-ass plastic, faggots Grindin, dippin and divin on fine, pressure Rhymin, in the Lab like Dexter Packin Winchester, and a trey Sylvester Catch a, bitch-a, out there oughta wet'cha Kinda sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure, grams Digital scale, green eggs & hams Yams, candy yams, spam, DAMN! Loaded, my cheese, peanut butter & jam Sam'mich, mannish, me and my hispanics Vanish, talkin in codes like we from different planets [Chorus] Ay, what y'all players grindin to? What y'all bumpin mayn? (The slap!) What they lackin in the trackin? What all my fly takers be listenin to? (The slap!) What about my {?} players and West coast cats? What they listenin to? (The slap!) And I know my down South, midwest and East coast folks is fuckin with (the slap!) [E-40] I've got white girl for sale! And I don't mean caucausian, I'm talkin about yale 2-way goin off, like a high school {?} A hundred bucks it cost me for my faulty chip sale Around the corner from Starbucks coffee talkin to my {? } My frontin lil' broad up out of Tacoma askin for some mail Like I'm some type of trick deally musty mouth BOOTCH Get smacked silly, get smacked silly Musty mouth BOOTCH, get smacked silly Puffin on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really real Herbal kill deal chill pill scrill deal (deal) Feel 'til Phil heal skill (skill) Grindin, grittin & grindin, lurkin, seekin and searchin Skirtin, tellin that durban work it (work it) Caitlin Candy's drinkin and gurpin, E&J brand burpin, {?} Chickens and birdies pickin a chef to serve it Servin, to die for, top, bleedin the block for ravi Milkin the block for fetti like a pregnant bitch's titties [Chorus] [E-40] Ooooh, ooooh Talk my way out of anything, got my hands off in everything If my money ever got funny, I'd pawn my Walter Potter engagement ring If I was to pass away tomorrow, with a self-inflicted wound to the melon Just remember y'all, I had the mouthpiece of car salesman Whomp beat of a gorilla, peel a cap back, to the tender fat Put out a contract, bring you back your hats Hypothetically speaking, not any time soon Fly fittest finest player leakin, Daniel Boone boom BOOM boom Creepin, fly right through your living room while you're sleepin 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 club schemin Scammin plottin and plannin yammin, yes sir and yes ma'am'n Double agent, playin a 50's loose cannon, new shoe You ain't even cool fool 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*} Slap!!