E-40 - Nigga Shit Lyrics
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 ***** she gotta be the thickestI dig them bay niggaz cause they sicwidit and click-ishLike that there nigga, re-cop from mack diamondPop a collar one time, let me know youre still timin[b-legit]Im 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 *****And she caint be fixed, so what if she yours?We turn housewifes to everyday whoresSend em up in stores with the false idTo get dvds and big screen tvsWanna be like me? I run from viceCatch a out-of-towner and Im takin his iceThrow him in the trunk with the bag and the miceI know it aint nice but nigga thats lifeBlack black on the scratch, no tradin back2000 llac, can you ***** 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 Im about my paperBeen in this game since eighty-sixOne of the first bosses to hit the independent lickYall 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 600s with the v-12 emblems?The rap games 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 ima, street walker, gun clapperPapered up hood nigga livin like a rapperIf you see me you would think I sold a million copyLike whats-her-name? ice all on my bodyAll kind of *****es be thumpin over a mother*****er 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 *****, shoot a nigga for her nigSee Im a slick talkin boss playaFull of straight mindgames and schemesFind your botchs weakness, get off in her jeansTell her shes the sweetest, pull her mental fileSee if I can help cause shes livin in denial (*****)You liable to find me on the ave, slangin osParked on the curb, sippin white irish rossSmokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes (what else? )Hella perved, standin on my ps and toes[chorus][suga-t]Im sportin benzes, cutlasses, smoke trees and hustle for gsPop game that pertain to plenty, shoppin spreesMagic shows, gatherings and ceremoniesWhats your testimony? aint nuttin bout me phonyIm a boss ***** botchKnown for smugglin heroin balloons in my crotchBeat a ***** down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the blockTeasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit[sung]Were just some real ass niggazWere ballaholics everydayWere not your ordinary niggazOur only motive is to get paidWere just some real ass niggazWere ballaholics everydayWere not your ordinary niggazOur only motive is to get paidWere not your ordinary niggazWere not your ordinary niggazWere not your ordinary niggazWere not your ordinary niggaz{*ad libs to end*}
