E-40 - Come On Lyrics
***** Im a hard head niggaSo dont ask meI know a gang of mother*****ers say they gone blast meCatch me dippin to some screwAttitude rude, drippin sweat, about to finger-***** this techI leave em stretch reaching for a rifleGot him a pump before a nigga to duck to duckI aint no punk nigga this be mine for cease before them chippers andCheese see we thievsGive me some valumes and some robuttus and watch me do itDip my cancer stick into some imbalming fluidShow your i.d then pass it right back to me cousin cause see Im a minorAnd these wet daddies got your partner sweating like drippy ass vaginaLet me up in this *****-ass club security or me and my guys gone bumRush these doors make it so it wont be no more rap showsYeah thats what I thoughtI see wall to wall hoes *****es everywhere all over the place niggasTippin off the green marble just so hoes can sit on the face( distorted come on )A funky lesson number one my own dont be in no messNumber two when its confidential hold it on your chestNumber three ( three ) dont be *****in with meNumber four no more toe to toe the only way to let these mother*****ersNo is to flexWip they ass up leave em bleeding like a cotexBoy we one tight bad ass cliqueNiggas in my outfit gone be rappin rollin over sticks , spillin beansTattle tellinWe be thievin, caniving they way that we survivingNo this ***** thats ballin and tonights shes callinWantin to know whats up b when we gone work it upIf we can go kick it and smokeGet her keyed as hell and maybe hit a hotelIm on my cell thinkin yeah Im cool with thatHit the kit-kat and get her sprees before I get he f cheesePimpin is a game and Im lovin to flirt while my fingers up her tennisSkirt( distorted come ons )***** Im dedicated you know, to this mob shitTalk back , ***** that get your jaw splitRaw spit , thats what you niggas pay me forA hundred thousand *****in off down in vegas hoeAnd you know we the one to get the function bumpinNo shit we the clique bullshit aint nothinSee you *****in with some fools niggas with no rules mobbin in they oldSchools *****? ? ? ? ? with the windows up man with the heat on heat onMan we in a land tacked out funked in a hamsac smokin on ? ? ? ?I say it said producing rapping hustlin thats my bread and butterYou niggas better hurry up cause theres money in this mother*****er (Money in this money*****er )Reverend is so hard to find like good boysCause shit be droppin have your assPissin yellow discharge taking tetracycline
