E-40 - The Mail Man Lyrics
Kick this shit about the mail man[ verse 1 ]Time for the payback, backpayCant let homie live to see his birthdayA.k., fortys lettin hot ones to the kidneyBootsee mutha*****a didnt know what hit himWhat way, rode up on his ass in a chevyBaby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavyDomain, shouldnt a ***** up all my *****in fettiThat I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another cityThen they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivleLittle old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail manNow his ass is trash like a garbage canCaught up in some shit with the mailman(boom-boom!) now they gloomMy strap went boom 3xHad him dodgin every mutha*****in up in the room[ verse 2 ]They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do)They say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldnt believeThey say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a mutha*****a(hm-hm) well, check this part out, brother(okay) the nigga that the mail man shotLittle homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock(thats right) right off that hop, premiditated plotIll park around the corner and do a walk-byReconciliation, retaliation on my mindNothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin swineTrapped in the game since 1979My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink wineIm young, full of cum, nothin to losePaid my dues, Im settin the rulesI got some clues, and I refuseTo let the sucker that killed my homie get away smooth(boom-boom!) now they gloomMy strap went boom 3xWhen I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed[ verse 3 ]Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin, plottinSchemin, actin like a demonMy pores is stinkin, and Im all sweatyHallucinatin, smellin like burnt spaghettiOh no, the mail man gotta goHe killed my homie, but he forgot that it was one moTo go, so I figured that hes after meTill the word on the streets is that Im after himTrue, now Im waitin for departureCause Im never late on arrivalGrabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-oAnd I cant forget the glock, cause its the most reliableShit, ***** it, ima just take the glock deepI scoped out his spot, I know where he sleepsHot-wired the thunderbirdIm headed for the suburbsMobbin, doin about a buck fiftyTook the third exit to another part of the cityNow Im his presence, about to let him have itCaught him walkin to his car, and now hes in a casket(boom-boom!) now they gloomMy strap went boom 3xWhen I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed(boom-boom!) now they gloomMy strap went boom 3xHad him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the *****in moonHm-hmMail man needs money, manF-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this mutha*****aHm-hm, the mail manAss-out jungleGotta watch your back and play it wellStay away from fawlty mutha*****asThats realBoom-boom-boom-boom-boom!(boom-boom!)Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the *****in moonBoom-boom-boom-boom-boom!(boom-boom!)Now his ass is doomed
