Текст песни E-40 - Nigga Shit
E-40 - Nigga Shit слова песни
Straight nigga shit, nigga shit[Mack 10]I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the partyPuffin on chronic and drinkin on BacardiGotta represent Cali and bang `til death do usThrowin the haters off and keep our folks next to usFor me to bust a Bay bitch she gotta be the thickestI dig them Bay niggaz cause they Sic`Wid`It and Click-ishLike that there nigga, re-cop from Mack DiamondPop a collar one time, let me know you`re still timin[B-Legit]I`m a Bay nigga, all in L.A. niggaNo matter what you say nigga, long as you pay niggaI figure - you want it bad enough, you gon` take yo` shitA steel toe mack down to break yo` bitchAnd she cain`t be fixed, so what if she yours?We turn housewifes to everyday whoresSend `em up in stores with the false IDto get DVD`s and big screen TV`sWanna be like me? I run from viceCatch a out-of-towner and I`m takin his iceThrow him in the trunk with the bag and the miceI know it ain`t nice but nigga that`s lifeBlack black on the scratch, no tradin back2000 `llac, can you fuck with that?Me, Mack, 40, Shot and BoskoAll strapped down with the roscoes[Chorus: E-40, B-Legit][E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit[E] Click shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit[E] Sick shit, big nigga shit [B] Big nigga shit[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit[E] Click shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit[E] Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit [B] Hard liquor beatch![D-Shot]Here I come.. steppin out the VaderThey call me D-Shot and I`m about my paperBeen in this game since eighty-sixOne of the first bosses to hit the independent lickY`all know my dawgs is the C-L-I-C-KThem true boss ballers that done paved the wayI throw my Roley up in the airIt cost me 25 K, do you think I care?I rolls bodies, as thick as you can get `emYou know them 600`s with the V-12 emblems?The rap game`s been good to meI like the money and the hoes and the V.I.P.The lavish lifestyle that I liveconsist of big-ass parties and sippin ginWe puff trees, we smoke `em by the ounceWe hit the studio and then bounce[Chorus][E-40]See I`ma, street walker, gun clapperPapered up hood nigga livin like a rapperIf you see me you would think I sold a million copylike what`s-her-name? Ice all on my bodyAll kind of bitches be thumpin over a motherfucker for the worstOne of `em got a pair of ?? school college scissors in her purseReady to take off on a nig`, take a nig` (beatch)Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig`See I`m a slick talkin boss playa full of straight mindgames and schemesFind your botch`s weakness, get off in her jeansTell her she`s the sweetest, pull her mental fileSee if I can help cause she`s livin in denial (bitch)You liable to find me on the ave, slangin o`sParked on the curb, sippin white Irish rossSmokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes (what else?)Hella perved, standin on my P`s and toes[Chorus][Suga-T]I`m sportin Benzes, Cutlasses, smoke trees and hustle for G`sPop game that pertain to plenty, shoppin spreesMagic shows, gatherings and ceremoniesWhat`s your testimony? Ain`t nuttin bout me phonyI`m a boss bitch botchKnown for smugglin heroin balloons in my crotchBeat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the blockTeasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit[sung]We`re just some real ass niggazWe`re ballaholics everydayWe`re not your ordinary niggazOur only motive is to get paidWe`re just some real ass niggazWe`re ballaholics everydayWe`re not your ordinary niggazOur only motive is to get paidWe`re not your ordinary niggazWe`re not your ordinary niggazWe`re not your ordinary niggazWe`re not your ordinary niggaz{*ad libs to end*}