Текст песни E-40 f B-Legit, San Quinn, Messy Marv, E - Breakin` News
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Typed by: pittsburg925@comcast.net **phone rings*Machine – “Hello.”Rick Rock – “Rick Rock.”Machine – “Has a message for…”Rick Rock – The Bay AreaMachine – “To accept the message press 1”*sound of button pushed*[E-40]Ugh, ughWe flow for about five years agoWhen we lost a downBut I had fifth of the gameBut I knew that one dayThat sooner or later it got to come back aroundE-40 Water held his groundKept my foot in the fast laneFlew uppidy on mesmerizedCuz I snuck up in up out the gameYou makin` a 40 Water cdAnd get you penalized [penalized]I promise you that you get your face kicked man [face kicked man]Astonishing, you never know who know who beat you black and blueDemolish youHave you lookin` just like the bottom of my shoeThe game, the game feeds off us [feeds off us]The industry and all the slangin` speeches` [speeches`]So we had to do what we like [do what we like]Unite; come together like a fist to a mic[B-Legit]I`m from the block where they raise you upTuck glocks shot`s blaze you upBig shot niggas fade you upI`m in the cut where they fade you up5-0-9, you can page me butI`m a hustlaBust you wit the MacNever trust you wit the sackIn fact, when you ready get feddy out the LacI`ll block patrolDead presidents and pesosStack money and I chase hoesI give ‘em blues, tattoo`s on who to chooseQuitters never win and I don`t plan to loseI check shoes, rich watch, and pocket booksBeen a crookCalifoolya made ya lookChorus: [E-40] x2The land of the hustlas and slick choppasAmbulance gurneys and helicoptersGangstas and playas and street ballasGame spittas like 40 the colla popper[San Quinn]Hey boy, I`m a Bay BoyAnd I rep every block that I`m onEvery city I roamFrom the state that is goldenState where the youngstas keep holdin`Feds and the narcs be patrollin`Northern California, come and take a look [come and take a look]Crankin` off the hook [crankin` off the hook]Everybody`s crooks [everybody`s crooks]They be bringin` you robberiesYou can come mob wit meWe can be violent we brokePlus we smokeBlow on the best of droIt`s FriscoNow who`s the next to go?The calico would make a playa hater rest fo` shoCalifoolya, San Quinn reppin` the Moe[Messy Marv]Yeah I run up in a party mane and rep my district [and rep my district]And run up on yo boy like “Nigga what is it?”I sell each zones [uh huh]They sell like stones [uh huh]Frisco, California we stay off them phones [ha-ha]And I`ll show you some thangsDraw down, pull out the pilly sonAnd show you the rainShow you poor hustla niggas the gameLike turnin` one into twoIt`ll cost you more if I`m squattin` ‘em throughWest Coast nigga! [West Coast nigga!]I`m just lettin` you knowThe home of Scalen, Sic Wid It, and Death Row [whoo!]You still get that blowAnd that doeAnd wear them watches wit the tic-tac-toe [what!?][Chorus] x2[E-A-Ski]YeaThis nice guy role`s been a God damn cover up [ugh]We ride on yo block wit the MacHit a nigga up [huh]God damn it! It`s Northern Califoolya [right]This Mac gon` do ya [ugh]I swear it`s gon` do ya [yea]The thought`s all wrong when it comes to this north side [north side]I ain`t lettin` mutha fuckin` shit slide [naw]Gangsta, hustlas, pimps, dope dealers [ugh]Tec`s, glock`s, A-R`s are real niggaWe shoot through your chest [ugh]Cardiac arrestNow you floatin through the skyMay God BlessWho am I? Mr. Ski, apply pressureThe 40 Water call mi “SKI” [hey]The most aggressive[Keak Da Sneak]I was raised up where we say “blood” and “cuz”Gang bang, slang caneBreed killas and thugsI gave up sports, and started sellin` drugsUse to be a car thiefBut now I spendin` love to barsI`m a star; I was born one [born one]My jersey is throw backBut never toss my gunThe task force hit the dockMy moms got stopped, ironicAnd rep East OBut not from New York sonI get money like Suge, Master P, and RussellAnd build up my franchise cuz since the money is muscleI fuck wit the switch in the front beforeAnd everybody says “fo` sheezy”But where my credit go?[Chorus] x2-=talking=-[James “Stomp Down” Bailey]Northern Califoolya gameWe`ve all been properly introducedTo uphold this yay maneCuz if we don`t check it from the wombWe gon` check it from the balloonStill serve in mindI`m pushin` the number one tea spoonNorthern Califoolya playin`Mac`s, pimp`s, and ho slayersWere made sharper than the Gillette blue blade straight out the packCuz Northern Califoolya`s the snakeTo start the strikeClear folks and judges up have plenty of this lightSo don`t get caught up goin` to the spoon by noonYa dig?Because you`ll be missin` that coochieCuz you be on yo way to the bitter hoochie[echoes out]