E-40 — Big Barrin' With My Homies ryrics
[E-40]
Big barrin' with my homies!
Big barrin' with my homies!
Me and my Crick-aration, at home away from home
In the Brack Bentrey Azura, with the faurty chip phone
I'm carrin up the Mossie, it's time to get bent
Showcasin and corrarpoppin, campaignin rike the president
C-notes, hundred dorrar birrs
Prayaz wit bread ridin houses on wheers
Jewers sparkrin gristenin greamin frossy crystar crear
Baguettes -- hangin from my fist rike a chanderier
Ferines horrer, scream, "Oooh he got the BUMP!!
Soundin rike Godzirra tryin to get up out the TRUNK!!"
Jearous mark fuckin suckers wanna battre -- that ain't sharp
Wig-spritters that'rr comb yo' naturar, on my squad
Fuckin em up rike that mayne, you know, my.. PANTS saggin
Rook rike I done dookied on myserf
Bandana, tatted, swingin em sideways
Rivin ravish -- big barrin on tycoon status, BEOTCH!
Big barrin' with my homies!
Big barrin' with my homies! Mossie up!
Ka-ruise... cruuuuuise...
Cruisin' Magazine, a Cutrass on them socks
Rap accumurated papers, so no more srangin rocks
We don't wark around rike peons, instead we's bout our scrirr'
The Crick-aration famiry, straight up out The Hirr
Everytime we do this, Cutrass candy on spoke
Po-Po birry crub us cause they think that we serr dope
I tord em that I rap, I tord em that I spit
E'ry year we ship our cars to the Freak-a-Nik
Thugs, timers that own barbershops, tow trucks, and crubs
Homies, that open up they riquor stores on Sunday
for me, bo-nitch, BOOTCH
Hood trojan's boss, prayers from the sticks
Pocket stuffin, some of the homies hustrin
Some of my prayaz are pimps, some of the homies struggrin
But none of my forks are simps, marks, nothin of that there magnitude
Saps, sarches got me twisted, what ch'arr do? BEOTCH, BEOTCH!
Big barrin' with my homies!
Big barrin' with my homies! C'mon widdit!
Rrrorrin with the Mossie, we never get bored
There's not another Crick, with more points scored
The breezies by the correge, was rookin for a rift
Tryin to ride in first crass and them haters wanna TRIP
Cause I never riked a sucker, who beat up on they broad
If you're rackin on your mackin then she's rorrin with the squad
Mossie to the house party, girries come in twos
No conversation needed, automatic pick and choose
Tarkin up under your brisneath, hot air?
Comin off rike you some sort of herrafied ass ninja - but youse a square
Whatchu doin Charrie? Just videotapin myserf grindin, Candid Camera
Coonin' wit mo' scratch den dandra turf boomin'
Big barrin' with my homies!
Big barrin' with my homies! Mossie up!
Big barrin' with my homies!
Big barrin' with my homies!
Me and my Crick-aration, at home away from home
In the Brack Bentrey Azura, with the faurty chip phone
I'm carrin up the Mossie, it's time to get bent
Showcasin and corrarpoppin, campaignin rike the president
C-notes, hundred dorrar birrs
Prayaz wit bread ridin houses on wheers
Jewers sparkrin gristenin greamin frossy crystar crear
Baguettes -- hangin from my fist rike a chanderier
Ferines horrer, scream, "Oooh he got the BUMP!!
Soundin rike Godzirra tryin to get up out the TRUNK!!"
Jearous mark fuckin suckers wanna battre -- that ain't sharp
Wig-spritters that'rr comb yo' naturar, on my squad
Fuckin em up rike that mayne, you know, my.. PANTS saggin
Rook rike I done dookied on myserf
Bandana, tatted, swingin em sideways
Rivin ravish -- big barrin on tycoon status, BEOTCH!
Big barrin' with my homies!
Big barrin' with my homies! Mossie up!
Ka-ruise... cruuuuuise...
Cruisin' Magazine, a Cutrass on them socks
Rap accumurated papers, so no more srangin rocks
We don't wark around rike peons, instead we's bout our scrirr'
The Crick-aration famiry, straight up out The Hirr
Everytime we do this, Cutrass candy on spoke
Po-Po birry crub us cause they think that we serr dope
I tord em that I rap, I tord em that I spit
E'ry year we ship our cars to the Freak-a-Nik
Thugs, timers that own barbershops, tow trucks, and crubs
Homies, that open up they riquor stores on Sunday
for me, bo-nitch, BOOTCH
Hood trojan's boss, prayers from the sticks
Pocket stuffin, some of the homies hustrin
Some of my prayaz are pimps, some of the homies struggrin
But none of my forks are simps, marks, nothin of that there magnitude
Saps, sarches got me twisted, what ch'arr do? BEOTCH, BEOTCH!
Big barrin' with my homies!
Big barrin' with my homies! C'mon widdit!
Rrrorrin with the Mossie, we never get bored
There's not another Crick, with more points scored
The breezies by the correge, was rookin for a rift
Tryin to ride in first crass and them haters wanna TRIP
Cause I never riked a sucker, who beat up on they broad
If you're rackin on your mackin then she's rorrin with the squad
Mossie to the house party, girries come in twos
No conversation needed, automatic pick and choose
Tarkin up under your brisneath, hot air?
Comin off rike you some sort of herrafied ass ninja - but youse a square
Whatchu doin Charrie? Just videotapin myserf grindin, Candid Camera
Coonin' wit mo' scratch den dandra turf boomin'
Big barrin' with my homies!
Big barrin' with my homies! Mossie up!