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E-40 f B-Legit, Celly Cel

H.I. Double L.

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(E-40)Hey ah, which way should I steer ahThe beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror Pervin like a mothafucka swervinHope I don`t scrub in my `95 SuburbanTo go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toesPeep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin niggas tweakQuick fast and a hurry don`t worry 40 vision blurryShorty hit the freeways climbin like that nigga Joe Torre(Celly Cel)What do you know it`s siggity Cel That funky niggero that funky nigga doeKickin in doors you beta grab ya hoeI see ya cruisin in the late night creepin wit my nigga B-Legit and 40 water, ah shit(40)We`re here-we`re there-we`re everywhereHighly intox-icated but we don`t care(B-Legit)I`m from the H.I.L.L. the place where my niggas bellA mack muthafuckin 12 will send your ass straight to hell(40)A tick a tock, the shit da spotThey say them crazy muthafuckas pull out a chop(B)I watch them muthafuckas run I do this shit for fun You niggas know you can`t get none(40)Biatch Chorus- I`m from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O H.I.L.L side doe Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh and they be like... (there they go,off to the liquor store)(B)I tell a bitch what the fuck you mean where I`ve beenAnd so what I smells like pussy and ginI had money to makeBitches to break and if the shit was out of line I had lives to takeI told you from the gate that I`m a mobsterSippin DP eatin lobsterDon`t get it confused you won`t get abused As long as you makin` me them revenues(Cel)That miggity mack, that diggity dang and that niggity nutJump in the back of my cut with a tramp slut and hit the gutAin`t got no love for `em all I love to do is dick `emPass `em to the extra mannish nigga 40 water(40)If I was popeye with a ?You could kiss my big black royalI`m not funkin` over OliveoilLast night I had a superbad in my room She sucked me till my dick shriveled up like a prun(Cel)Well pass the Hussy to the left hand sideSo I can bend her over hit it from the back and let her rideYou know it`s Sick Wid It Hog gotta put the shake downShot her to the left nigga hit me with the break down Chorus(40)Beefeater, Tanqueray, Safire, Bombay? the punch bowl full of hurricaneThat`ll last a nigga dang near all daySmokin` HERB we gets perved cop a squatLet`s hang out at the old Cola spot(B)Nigga I`m a Louie smokes damn near QSo can I get a Twomp on my pager hereYou been blowin` me up I know you know the code31 double 07 dash 9 eleven(40)High steppin`Ya blankin off the blanksCuz I`m a “Rock star”Hate goin dove rock Nigga let me use your fuckin carAll the way to sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday Threw up money tore up ass botch you call the po po on meTold `em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Salonto CountySheriffs pull my ass over, and book me caught me with a gunAnd a bunch of Alezah bottles and they was askin me where I`m from And I said bitch Chorus

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