Текст песни E-40 - Mail Man, слова песни E-40

Текст песни E-40 - Mail Man

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Hey, what`s up my niggaCheck this out you been listenin` for awhileWhy don`t you tell these niggasWhat they really thinkin` aboutWhen be wrappin` this mail[Verse 1]Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch downI`ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare checkAnd if I hurt her feelings who gives a fuckI`m out for myself, bout to make me a smooth coverI keep it on the under in a closet on the hush hushOn my way to victories downtown surplusTo get a blend aqua windbreakerTo match blue latchin` vendetaScadalism, that`s what I`m majorin` inYeah, murderism I`m doin` niggas inSo give up the ghost my niggaRemember me, I used to be your main niggaBut fuck ya, I`m jealous and I hate ya fuckin` gutsI got it in me cause ya clockin` do-do bucksBreak yourself, makin` quarters, ladies rings, chainsI`ll take that cartridge out and set it on the rangePrepare for the jack if ya sellin` cokeAs long as I got me a strap nigga, I`m never brokeAs long as I got me a strap, I`m never broke[Verse 2]Got the nigga car at the mall on bricksBeat strip, beat tip fucked him like a bitchI`m that nigga to hate playasA playa hater starvin` like SomaliaYou got some yo-yoCause I`m right back chokin` againChokin` mo` now before I did when I went inTomorrow I got to go take a piss test for realI`m tryin` to clean out my system with stay clean and golden sealsBut I`m gon` be late, I`m on vacationBecause it`s too early for me to go back on a violationFuck my P.O. I need some M-ON-E-Y so I can get high and kick in this nigga`s doorIt`s four in the morning I`m on a mission peepThe best time to catch a nigga in his sleepWake ya ass motherfucker I know ya richTell me where the fuck is yours, I`ma bust ya bitchDo dick in ya greasel I tie him upAnd made him watch me poke her, I`m never brokeDo dick in ya greasel I tie him upThen I made him watch me poke her, I`m never brokeI`m never broke[Verse 3]Baby crevice was tight like a pair of vice gripsI looked at pop and said "You must got a lil` dick"Havin` shame he was cryin` like a toddlerNigga couldn`t stand here baby scream and hollerI said "You got one mo` time nigga where is the minl"He said "It`s in the den right corner, top vent"Folks remember that I`m scandalous and anti-fucklessI carry diseases such as herpes and nut pluckersNutted in the bitch, kissed her on her lipsMade her get up and suck a little dickThe bitch had her some play thoughYa know she deep throat my big ol`I dropped my strap like a sucker wouldShe said "How does it feel" I said "Good"She said "You know this ain`t the way to mix business with pleasure"I said "I know this ain`t the weather to make miserable pleasure"You know this ain`t the weather to mix business and pleasureShit, she tried to bite off my peckerHelped rex loose, I hangin` juiceAnd after juice you beggin` for this shitLike you gon` knock it out betterPicked up my tech up off the groundPistol whipped, tied up sittin` downI need a black screwdriver but a butter knife will doTo the vent I went to collect all my dueStruck out the side of boss game stewardHopped in my hoo-ride made a left on NewarkThrough the dark alleys black this black thatAs long as I got me a strap look I`m never broke, yeahI`m never broke[Talking]Oh I seeSo what you`re saying is a girlIs something like an investmentKeep your revenues up to parAnd all you need is a strapPrecisely that`s how motherfuckers make them fat lick-backsSee I`m way respected in the rap industryCause I skip, spit that real-life type shit

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