E-40 - Huckleberry Lyrics
[d-shot]Hey now baby, how you be doin?You been doin fine?You know you called me last weekI got your message but i was outta state, yaknowhati'msayin?(now i comes through, just like the hog i am)It seems you need a little bit of excitement in your life(all up in her bedroom, til renee humming my tune)I'm here for you, don't sweat it(she's got an attitude, i'm just her man)How your man be treatin you?(she needs me to get her in the mood)I know(i had to hit her, i'm never stairy i'll be yo huckleberry!)See you can call me any hour, that's how we do itI'm in and out, and partner you ain't knowin thisShe loves you goodly but she's all on a player's tipCause you ain't givin, somethin that she really needsAnd that's that good ass lovin, partner can't you seeShe's bored no trust, she sits in the house all dayWhile you out there ballin, tryin to have it the kingpin wayShe gets no time, your schedule way too deepYou leaves out the house everytime you get a beepTo all you ladies, sweet dark and lovelySee players like me, i likes to taste the easter bunnyI likes to lick you down, give you self esteemI'm the playboy you want, on your under teamYo' huckleberry, mackin fast shot-tyOne of them type of ballers on the same level as gottiSo all you tenders, it's all to the goodSo page me on the under and i'll creep through yo' hood*chorus*If you need some lovin, lovin girlI'll be yo' huckleberry, berryAnd if you need someone to talk to girl, talk to girlYou can call me on the under, under[e-40]Lookin at my oyster perpetual rolex, browsin through my rolodexBaby done left a verbal, want me to hit that girdleCome through on a tuck, while he's in the showerGet in on the ease with robbin him, after hourSlumpin gen-a-talia, regulatinCheatin in next room, fun-a-catinDemonstratin, new and improved movesLegislatin, perkin drinkin boozeBut when you plug it, baby see you soonYou say one day, we gon' jump the broomIt was seven years, and g is faithful for yaBut did she love ya, or was she used to yaIt ain't my fault you got too attachedBut don't check me partner, check yo baitchWanna know my name, call me 40 pop cherryI'll be yo huckleberry*chorus*[d-shot]I'm on yo mind, twenty-four sevenWhen you at work, you calls me at elevenAnd that's cool, cause my number won't be on yo' billOhh baby girl all we wanna do is keep it realNo hesitation, we wanna play this game rightBut if you feel me, we gots to have our game tightSo we can smob to the beach and pain n allRub you down to the canvasolOne hundred miles away, while your man think you at workThat boy shot, is all up in these skirtsIf there's a bluebird on my shoulder should i hit himI turn him around, then from the back that's when i kill himBut hittin it from the back ain't always what i wanna doI got ta do you hard, so you can tell your crewThat that boy shot knows how to... tuckHe got you givin it upAnd you ain't done that in yearsThat's rightAnd you ain't done that in years*chorus*Keep it on the under, on the under, no one has to knowIt's between me and you, take my pager numberYou can call me, call me, all times of the day...
