E-40 - Mayhem Lyrics
Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout boutBout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout(2x)[e-40]Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smilingBummin no matter skully, hoods, bandannas, bulletsStocking caps ski masks, loced out murder one classesThose new wallabes, hocked up, chuck taylorsPermanent creased five-oh-one jeansThrow away his real ooze machines, chinese ak zooms, razorblades,Jerry curls, fingerwaves, and french braidsLabeled him sinner look out for that mother*****er he might rob yaNiggas come tatted up head in a body slang[big bonna]Well its your nigga big bonna niggaz be creepin up on yaGoin for the jugular, niggaz trying to slug yaCatch a nigga doing all kinds of nasty thingsOhh what I feel is mayhem bringsYou see us on the block we doing are thuggin, the gottieGot the whole town wonderin who the ***** shot himLookin for the body, tell me what they found,His head in richmond the rest in the v-town[a-1]Thinking about the set up, trying to get my red upBout my ***** this tech nine and get you wet up blueSo what the ***** they want to do,Seem like we got the vas of these niggasCaught cash and thought we was throughSo ***** this old bat shit, Ill get the gat *****And probably blow your brains outLooking to get my cap fit,Thinking they all acted up and while Im at yo assIll probably put these *****in slugs in yo assChorus: [e-40 and big bonna] - repeat 2x[e] causing havocs, sparkin up chaos, bringing the ruckusHeavy metal heaters, mobbin under bucks[b] if you cant beat us, then join us[e] get on the teamStreet sweepers, grenades, rifles, and m-1-sixteens[e-40]Its a cold piece of work out this wayCause the way niggas are in the baby plan aint too safeNiggas will run up in yo car and try to take your faceMove up out the plan so I trust no one take nothing for granted{? } expanded double 0 chill hillside hillbilly like jed clampettDammit, us niggaz is deep and new improved like techsFound out where he slept and laid his wave capTycoon decisions, its really too badThat those piatchess found our billsSit up at the roundtable and discussJurisdictional boundaries and territory issues[a-1]By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shotsSo who got six niggaz next to carryOff these wanna bes, niggas they gonna seeAnd if you mother*****ers want some, then tach on to me[big bonna]You see these niggas cant flip doing things that sick (like what)Cut off your damn dick, make you eat your own shitBut I love a little mayhem ***** it, we can do itDont let me get off that masso candy and some fluidChorus[e-40]Uh uh - a element of surprise, gettin my gig onSplit yo house in half, with a dreadlock wig onWhen you do ya hot ones, shoot lowCause its a reflection programmed in the rollsTil automatics hit the floorDump, bust, blast, barefacesStrike, dip, mash - like a mental patietRun, quick, fast, and in a hurry (biaatch)Dont worry forty vision aint blurry[a-1]Its like military issues, make you wish you never got inCause now Im stalkin niggaz like a ***** doCan only ride so long with that fake shit I take shitTo the limit with no gimmick in ninety-eight *****So ***** what you say, and ***** what you playI down it straight and cant wait to hear what you ***** niggas gotta sayIf I cant keep it real you can kill me so feel me causeI bring things to the game for my scuzzie[big bonna]Well kick a niggas door in, hit and lick you bragsNow you ridding in a fan, pulled tight and gagThen they pullin up out the glad bags, the hefty type(but you niggaz aint got no kind of idea what a chopped up body looks like)Then them niggaz start to pull down your levisAnd bust you in the head with ruger p 85sCall a mortician, call mark classSomebody in this mother*****er bout to come up missin, best believe(chorus)2xBout, bout bout, bout bout, bout boutBout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout 2x
