E-40 - Spittin' Lyrics
[e-40]Woke up in the a.m., toasted out of my craniumGotta take a shit, took a dump in the mediterraneanFlushed the toilet, hit the showerSnatched a fit up out the closMiles of a 96 broom handleHangin half-way out my drawersYou niggas better feel me I got patrons to serveNigga got to starts pay props will deserve***** my trunk against my medleyAn ya might do dirt, ***** you on my way to see miss chimineyCause since chiminey is a good friend of meShe likes to go ah, downtownShe likes it when i, pound poundHeres a whoppin *****Call me uh-bah uh-barney rubble stick the beast down, so duckHad the ***** poppin bubblesScratchin the paint off up of the wallsPickin off in them drawers, rebel without a pauseShe could feel a gnat sting, swimmin in niagara fallsNow no matter extra meal, managin the placeAll up in the mother*****in tall can faceStreets make you broke, forty water aint no jokeMake way, say hey, check my displayBuck the shit til your tape busts (buck the shit til ya tape busts)And youse a ***** if you aint got no clit(and youse a ***** if you aint got no clit)Chorus: e-4040 took a forty to the *****in domeAnd now they got me spittin on the microphone...40 took a forty to the *****in domeAnd now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch!Drunker than a mother*****er spittin that shit[e-40]High rank, nigga poorScratch scratch taller than manute bolCash rules everything around me40 why they why they get the moneyOh tell me baby gon be no catchin, bet ya catch before 40 7-11Ah big danz said a step man, cant win (uh)1-luv to my niggaz in the youth yoGettin swoll, bulkin up, drinkin pruneauYall stay the same, got some extra whoop I think I need a drinkThe waiter got me *****in like me right in here*****es sooner than I thinkThe lapds on crack manThey shot my nigga tone tucker in the back manPrejudiced mother*****ers!What niggaz need to do is ***** a-lo a-lo key nowSquash the fuh-ah *****in spot, aint nothin wrong? (squash it)Hang with tactical edged (staple? ) highly easyTo be converted to mack-1Twice as righteous (righteous), make them po-pos like usDrink with me, second base, and Im gone for homeI drunk a 40 to the *****in domeChorus[e-40]I aint no guide (I aint no guide)So dont call me hostess (hostess)Nigga dont you know Im all open to explosives (ima explode)Let tha bed bugs bite, sleep lightBe ready for the tip-toein phantoms at nightWhen I open em for risk (when I open it for risk)Smokin somethin for the hatest terminator instigator(terminator instant trader)Nigga just bought from tradersTyler lookin for all some of that fit, ya gotta admitNigglet your life is set why you ungreatful mother*****asYou better get somewhere where they love you atYour life is set why you ungrateful mother*****aIve been strugglin strivin so hard to make my shit obese (uh)Pacin back and forth (uh)Bear to grit my teeth, c-c-l-l-i-i-c-k, northern california beatI feed your ass, with my ambitiousness about the *****in bumbleLookin ambitious as the mother*****in bumbleSoundin off car alarmsMy shit aint nothin humbleGotta say wassup (gotta say wassup) to some niggaz on my teamNiggaz like rec-street and nicky mother*****in green(mother*****in green)Chorus
