Текст песни E-40 - Charlie Hustle: Blueprint of a Self-Made, слова песни E-40

Текст песни E-40 - Charlie Hustle: Blueprint of a Self-Made

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[E-40]You know my.. my whole def-a-nation is to spit straight gameYou dig that? (Straight game) I I come from the game baby y`knowI come from this motherfucker, you undersmell that?Aya, and you know, it`s like this niggaPimped-out all day you know Hillside Vallejo niggaYou undersmell me? Been speakin the real for many moonsMy niggaz in the 7-0-7 on down to ComptonI`m in my FUBU drawers, she in her gowncause if some cats tryin to have at me, I sick the canine in the backgroundI`m plannin on splittin my crown but it ain`t gon` be too simpleSee I`m a baller, I got bars around the windowRottweilers, pits, aikietas, doberman pischers tanked up in the yardWith a sign on the fence that reads "warning: beware of dog!"You play the frog if you feel froggish nigga leapI neglect my dogs, starvin, sometimes they don`t eatElroy speak to me about my triple-beam; officer, I got proofPo`-po`, that`s for weighin nuts and fruitsRun with a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads, knahwhatImean?Big nigga, the size of a football teamI wear these glasses so that I can look like a squarebut if you ever see me in a fight with a beardon`t help me nigga, help the bear!!Me and my wales, we be cooninBut see you the type of the nigga that`ll go in the backroomand beep yo`self and act like yo` pager boomin Yeah man, cause a real tycoon gon` take this shit from the flo` to the moon Still Northstar ridin, six-oh strikin Switch up V-S cherry chokin the wrist and the pinkie But keep it loose around the neck and make sure hoes in check So if you gon` fill a nigga cup, fill it up with paper cause we ballaholics bitch, ain`t that quiet about this shit If you`re on it spend it like you mean itUhh, I`ll have youEver since I was ankle low to a centipede`s clawI always wanted to play pro-baseballWeepolization family, that`s my favorite sportbut instead I`m back and forth to jail and in and out of courtBEOTCH! Serious about my rock shrineI don`t give a fuck how much courage juice you hadNigga yo` mug don`t mean like mine!I bring the noise like a cymbal {*CRASH*}I fuck with 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the windowBEOTCH! Y`all oughta see me at the state fairShowin off in front of my broad; tryin to win my lil` niecesone of the biggest stuffed animal prizes thereNicknamed Charlie but my street name is EarlBallaholic like Felix Mitchell nephew Lil` DarrellI know these streets like the Task Force know dopeI am the streeets, my ghetto pass can`t be revokedTen percent, I paid my tithes, forgive me for my sinsSmoke an ounce of weed a day, maybe that`s why I ain`t go no ends You see, you niggaz real truant mayne Runnin around here puttin a black eye in the game when we tryin to feed y`all somethin nutritional for the brain and nourish yo` game You see there`s two type of niggaz in this world: those that eat and those that don`t What type of nigga is you, you know? You see we got the tycoon status Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out your trash You dig?You can call me Lawry`s cause I`m seasonedI eat crevice, but not when it`s bleedingDon`t get me wrong, I love sex but I don`t play that partI love Virginia, but not when the Virginia`s tartToss me good, and I might Dolce and Gabbana itGave yo` ass some bread, and let you go buy up some shitCallin yourself takin advantage of my richesI`m tryin to be nice to yo` assI normally talk bad about you bitchesInvested to "Tha Hall of Game" buggin and bein notoriousfor slappin chickenheads upside they weave-a with my NokiaMayday mayday, callin all patrol cars and unitsBe on the lookout for the Hillside managler, 40-Water the BallaholicI`D RATHER FLY THAN RIDE AMTRAKWhen I`m in Dallas I fuck with (?), and go hard blackMake an opera singer wanna write some rapsPapered up - like who? Like a fax BEOTCH I know you didn`t say papered up like a fats (Yeah I did, yeah I did) Yeah, cause we do this shit up off the ground on a pitcher`s mound Slidin, to the bad catcher, able to snatch ya Bat yo` G out the pocket Run it again with a nigga that`s in the socket And it ain`t my problem, if the hoe hollerin We all about dollars, and collar-poppin

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Charlie Hustle: Blueprint of a Self-Made

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