E-40 - Trump Change Lyrics
Trump change? (chump change)Nah trump change patnah not chump changeTrump change, Im talkin donald trump changeIm talkin steve wynn, Im talkin yknow? e-feezeeChorus: e-40Trump change, 32 valve northstar with theWith the ? frames, ?Candy coated paint, pushin weightRoller skatin on them thangs! ridin federalSuper-flossin, full tank of petrolMe and my mossie, trump changeLucrative loot, long money, big breadStep on my boots, next day, he was deadShit you not, all I gotta doIs cough to have your mother*****in head knocked offNigga you my nigga if you dont get no damn moneyJust remember no matter how much mother*****in fetti you sittin onYou still a damn niggaYall know us meth merchants, sherm stick or piesYall know us sea serpents, makin the grass, get full suppliesLittle man complex, and if I aint littleThen Im big, and if Im big then I got, big man complexLove sex, took three of my botches welfare checksPut a down payment on a brand new invisible diamond bezelOyster perpetual rolexBullet proof vest and armored like bricksSometimes you might find me drinkin tap waterUp out the public park sinksBut most of the time its louis the thirteenth, sixteenHundred dollars a pop, guzzle sip sip guzzle non-stopMo candy than c its coca leaves, flamboast and bragGo on shoppin sprees, and act badNever mind how much it cost, put it in the bag!Bought a brand new jag without, lookin at the price tagChorusFresh up out the box, bought a shit-load of gunsWith my left-over cop money, pay cash all onesTalk to me, I feed the dopefiends crumbsIts monumental, when they let me use they rentalIm a factor, livin life, with mo cheeseThan the green bay packers, pay off the viceAint never went out blackwardsIm engaged to this dope game, no swivelWe talked about gettin out, but its not officialWhen theres a drought we dont fret, we handle businessNigga what you sweatin if you have scientizzic chemistesThat can make that shit and when they cook that shitIts just like dinnerBut cluckheads dont use forks and spoonsThey use tv antennasChorusBar-none, sucked up to nathin, heavy rotationIf it wasnt for some of that tired of being stepped on shitWhen I was locked up, I probably wouldnt have never made itSplurgin, overspendin, doin just a little bit too muchPuttin the ? on a new 40 if I could do it all over againId do it just likeI was locked up on a friday, went to court on a tuesdayThird strike victim, judge tried to do meLookin at my folks on tvNigga thats my nigga! in the day roomVallejo nigga (watchin bet) vallejo nigga!Sorry about your patnah, heard he took a fallUp in here, we get the news before yallNow you know we aint supposed to be talkin on this kind of phonesDude why you jaw jackinWell whats the new thing? white collared crime computer hackinTicket scalpin, and dang near erybody that I knowBe tryin to charlie hustle and get they paperSellin cable box scramblers to bootleg *****esJust tapes, I let my boys drive my toysRadar dectectors and po-po scanners makin hella noiseLookin out for the elroysChorus
