E-40 - Money Scheme Lyrics
[jayo] w-wh-wha, what, wha-what what?[e-40] beotch!Mobster, turn that shit up![jayo] yeah, uh-huh uh-huh uh[e-40] sinister shit[jayo] uh-huh uh-huh what?[e-40] jayo, jayo smell me on this one[e-40]Jayo (jayo)I hope I dont ever have to go back to slanginLlello (llello) but if I do thats what I do (thats what I do)*repeat 2x*Verse one: e-40Grindin out of my aunties, backyard thats the chronicI been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake than betty crockerGet on the horn and hit me on my locker, cause Im fake Id havinStrikin and drivin on a suspended expired license comes in buy itFrom the nigga with the best quality and the lowest pricesSpendin that capital that the big homey advanced meIn front of me with the next niggaI love money plus Im labelled rough riderKnown for bringin ***** ass niggaz out of hidin[jayo felony]Charlie hustle, I hope I wont have to go backTo sellin sherm sticks, but if I do thats what I doCharlie hustle, I hope I wont have to go backTo sellin loop loop, but if I do thats what I doVerse two: jayo felonyI stabs a nigga, and kool-aid came outCause his heart pumps kool-aid, so I mixed it with my thunderchickenBarely livin, and smokin headache with a deuce-deuceNow I gotta put my snub nosed back to useIm dangerous it gets crucial, cause I loves conflict***** a headache Im jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shitAnd now my fingers is sticky like sticky fingaz from the greeneryYou gon retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? *****!When you shoot crooked its cartwright, on site Im takin flightIts gon rain on your head, Im tearin the roof off this ***** tonightAs you fall like guy, for tryin to swipe my pieNigga die while your ***** give up the beaumontChorus:[jayo] all my niggaz havin fancy dreams! (fancy dreams!)Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (a money scheme!)*repeat 2x*[jayo] all my *****es havin fancy dreams! (fancy dreams!)Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (a money scheme!)*repeat 2x*Verse three: e-40Krrrrack the freight, nigga ***** the hypeBeotch! you gotta pay me just to breathe on the micHigh, higher than a dust cloudHella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin loud!Systemized, a triple striker, when I was bornMy mom and daddy shoulda named me isiah cause Im a riderSole survivor, hillsider, 1400 block magazine streetNarcotic ? bomb preparer heroin providerIm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin niggaz like theLike the grinch who stole christmasI like to, like to, finger ***** *****es up in clubsTake her home and get rug burns on my nuts!Stuck! gordons gin and donald duckNut! all on her spine and on her butt*****! major clientele (major clientele)Then I pass it to my nigga mista jayoVerse four: jayo felony? up the glass is shatterin, ***** it aint matterinThey scatterin, see me and forty start splatterinThe cowards are heartless, so you burn like flamesNiggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games***** a *****, why? cause skeezers dont please usSo I just go around sippin fine wine like jesusAnd everytime I bust a spit its a hip-hop quoteDrinkin moesha brandy, head spinnin like hundred spokesChorusVerse five: jayo felonyStill drinkin kryptonBrothers is snapple then I snap like a snapping turtleNigga, shittin on the world keeps my land fertileI grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and tobaccoIts third down and forty niggaYou know you gon get tackledGet your land while you can old manNiggaz so dope they named me twice like duran duranKilla nigga put honey on em, and feed em to my hogsSee I leave no evidence for the police dogsNow off the low stroll we go so lets flowLil *****, we the shit because the people said soYou cant tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbitsGet these chips even if it means lettin these mother*****ers have it!Verse six: e-40Nigga got out of line, I had to ice himReached into my drawers, and pulled out my strapMother*****er got out of place, I had to chop himReached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it outNickle plated chrome planet clint eastwood specialDesigned strictly for staplin and toe tagginPo-po wrote me up a citation cause I was saggin and dragginMy b-ah-*****, by her w-uh-weaveI had to, I had to make the ***** bleed! last new years eveShe tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my attitude wasnt carinBackslapped that hoe in front of her parentsMore kis than a janitorIt gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisherSmokin on a roach, loitering in a mcdonalds parkin lotThrowin up gang signsTo ? as if he was some kind of first base coachI luh I like my egg poached, hard over easy!!!In the drive through, hollerin at her breezy!!!Chorus*talking to end*
