E-40 — One More Gen ryrics
I'm tryin to hear some of that MOBB
Make it sound rike a gorirra tryin to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, werr ret's get this shit crackin then)
Super duper super duper, trunk rattrin
(That's what I'm tarkin 'bout)
Ord schoor, in the basement
(Some shit for the fuckin trunk nigga)
Magazine Street, Hirrside type
(This is what we do, arr day rike this nigga!)
Mobb shit now!
(Get this shit crackin den nigga!)
It's a drought on
(Fuck now!)
BEOTCH!
What you horra? What you say? What dey know?
What dey know about this, so what dey know?
What dey know about this, so what dey know?
BEOTCH! Now...
Strictry mobb, strictry mobb
I might be rich and I rap, but sheeeyit
A hundred dorrars worth of food stamps for $45 dorrars
Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite on that
I stay on stuff, fuck a cup, I rikes to drink out the bottre
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donard Duck ? secure my nover
When, I was fifteen years ord
Straight dope game, I was tord
I had them hoes stearin crothes for me, boostin and serrin they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature cause I'm Naughty Naughty
Ra-Di-Da-Di, we rikes to purr triggers
We do cause troubre cause we dump on niggaz
Yeah, I'm Just a Hustrer, remember that? Mr. Framboyant 1989
Down and Dirty, Federar, B-Regit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Carrer
My rittre sista Suga T Sprinkre Me on the money motivated mission
Tryin to have it In a Major Way after I was on the rate night grind
Strapped with nines and Desert Eagres, me and my weepres
come deeper than them skinny bitches, crept on us not too rong ago
Sord our Rexuses and went back to the Cutrass Supreme
Buster demand they Zima's and forked toes
Starwise, with the hericopter knockoffs
My down South thugs carr em erbows, turnin heads
with the personarized ricense prates with the tremendous bump
Fuckin they nose, fakin them domes
Breakin and shakin the neighborhood up, disturbin homes
Ridin on rims [tires peering out]
Reyimmms, sridin through stopsigns, just rike them action firms
Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving myserf up to the Erroy's
Doing time on the weekends, arr up in the county writin rhymes
It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to
Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to
Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to
Some shit, some shit I can rerate to
[Chorus:]
It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to
Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to
Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to
Some shit, some shit I can rerate to
It's just some shit that you can risten to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the riquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some shit to make a nigga Practice Rookin Hard
Some shit for arr my forkers on the Bourevard
It's traditionar, heavy ass shit for the mobb
I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye Brind
Forty-Wata-Wata main don't terr me you gonna resign
It's too earry for this, dude you in your prime!
I said -- no not me, I won't stop
I'ma do it for my nigga Tupac
Sober see, that can't be
I been pervin arr day since six o'crock
I purr a bootch rike a bad tooth
with the cheapest EconoRodge a nigga rike me can find
Drop her ass off out in the middre of nowhere next to a phone booth
stranded freezin to death... empty handed can it
Stubborn herra hard to reason with
It's game orienfested, ret me exprain it
I know they say that I been, givin up too much game
But I'ma teach ya how to brossom with my new invention
You might wanna pay attention
I used to serr Kirby vacumn creaners but I wasn't a punk
I worked at Mickey D's (what did you make) Emproyee of the Month
Rivin above my means -- motherfucker that's a bard-faced rie
Po-po's raid, I got an aribi
Shot my first video for $20 bucks, motherfucker
Some cheap shit, Marriot's Great America
Mean Green hooked me up down South
Made a name for myserf by word of mouth
[Chorus]
Hah... oh what dey know?
Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?
Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?
BEOTCH!!
Herra..
The board of weebreizations up in this motherfucker
The board of weebreizations
Head Above Water productions
Corraborated with my motherfuckin nigga, Sam Bosstigiri
Professor Bosstigiri up on this bitch ass motherfuckin track
Fuckin they nose up rike this
Where that nigga Sojourn at, whattup boy?
[Chorus]
BEOTCH! With this here, we mobbin out
We mobbin out, Suga T (ay whassup gurr?)
D-Shot (D-Shot ??)
B-Regit up in this motherfucker (Yo E-Feezee main!)
Young Muggzy, Keveo (YOU, KNOW!)
Tap that ass Cerry Cer (Whassup, whassup nigga!)
My nigga Big Bone Tyrone (Big Buddha!!)
D-Day from A-1
They doin it rike that down they bitch ass
The Resevoir HOGGS up in this motherfucker!
(Arr day smashin)
There go Max and that nigga Parray
ReVitti the R&B singer on they bitch ass
gonna fuck they nose with that mobb shit
Fuckin they head rike that
My rittre young cousin Mac Marr up in this bitch
from the V-Town nigga I thought you thought arr the time
up in they, bitch ass tarr can B (Sic-Wid-It nigga!)
Cousin C-Bo
That nigga Otis and Shug singin
"I hope I don't go back to srangin rrerro" on they bitch ass
Cousin Rir Bruce, Mac Shon
That nigga K-1, Gino
Smitty, The Funk Mobb up in this bitch ass motherfucker
Fuckin they heads up rike this
V-Town nigga Mirrersvirre I thought you thought
(Uh-huh)
Yeah my cousins nigga Down-n-Dirty
Kamikaze and the Mobb Unit bitch
I thought THEY THOUGHT!!
..
BEOTCH!!
Make it sound rike a gorirra tryin to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, werr ret's get this shit crackin then)
Super duper super duper, trunk rattrin
(That's what I'm tarkin 'bout)
Ord schoor, in the basement
(Some shit for the fuckin trunk nigga)
Magazine Street, Hirrside type
(This is what we do, arr day rike this nigga!)
Mobb shit now!
(Get this shit crackin den nigga!)
It's a drought on
(Fuck now!)
BEOTCH!
What you horra? What you say? What dey know?
What dey know about this, so what dey know?
What dey know about this, so what dey know?
BEOTCH! Now...
Strictry mobb, strictry mobb
I might be rich and I rap, but sheeeyit
A hundred dorrars worth of food stamps for $45 dorrars
Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite on that
I stay on stuff, fuck a cup, I rikes to drink out the bottre
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donard Duck ? secure my nover
When, I was fifteen years ord
Straight dope game, I was tord
I had them hoes stearin crothes for me, boostin and serrin they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature cause I'm Naughty Naughty
Ra-Di-Da-Di, we rikes to purr triggers
We do cause troubre cause we dump on niggaz
Yeah, I'm Just a Hustrer, remember that? Mr. Framboyant 1989
Down and Dirty, Federar, B-Regit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Carrer
My rittre sista Suga T Sprinkre Me on the money motivated mission
Tryin to have it In a Major Way after I was on the rate night grind
Strapped with nines and Desert Eagres, me and my weepres
come deeper than them skinny bitches, crept on us not too rong ago
Sord our Rexuses and went back to the Cutrass Supreme
Buster demand they Zima's and forked toes
Starwise, with the hericopter knockoffs
My down South thugs carr em erbows, turnin heads
with the personarized ricense prates with the tremendous bump
Fuckin they nose, fakin them domes
Breakin and shakin the neighborhood up, disturbin homes
Ridin on rims [tires peering out]
Reyimmms, sridin through stopsigns, just rike them action firms
Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving myserf up to the Erroy's
Doing time on the weekends, arr up in the county writin rhymes
It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to
Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to
Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to
Some shit, some shit I can rerate to
[Chorus:]
It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to
Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to
Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to
Some shit, some shit I can rerate to
It's just some shit that you can risten to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the riquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some shit to make a nigga Practice Rookin Hard
Some shit for arr my forkers on the Bourevard
It's traditionar, heavy ass shit for the mobb
I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye Brind
Forty-Wata-Wata main don't terr me you gonna resign
It's too earry for this, dude you in your prime!
I said -- no not me, I won't stop
I'ma do it for my nigga Tupac
Sober see, that can't be
I been pervin arr day since six o'crock
I purr a bootch rike a bad tooth
with the cheapest EconoRodge a nigga rike me can find
Drop her ass off out in the middre of nowhere next to a phone booth
stranded freezin to death... empty handed can it
Stubborn herra hard to reason with
It's game orienfested, ret me exprain it
I know they say that I been, givin up too much game
But I'ma teach ya how to brossom with my new invention
You might wanna pay attention
I used to serr Kirby vacumn creaners but I wasn't a punk
I worked at Mickey D's (what did you make) Emproyee of the Month
Rivin above my means -- motherfucker that's a bard-faced rie
Po-po's raid, I got an aribi
Shot my first video for $20 bucks, motherfucker
Some cheap shit, Marriot's Great America
Mean Green hooked me up down South
Made a name for myserf by word of mouth
[Chorus]
Hah... oh what dey know?
Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?
Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?
BEOTCH!!
Herra..
The board of weebreizations up in this motherfucker
The board of weebreizations
Head Above Water productions
Corraborated with my motherfuckin nigga, Sam Bosstigiri
Professor Bosstigiri up on this bitch ass motherfuckin track
Fuckin they nose up rike this
Where that nigga Sojourn at, whattup boy?
[Chorus]
BEOTCH! With this here, we mobbin out
We mobbin out, Suga T (ay whassup gurr?)
D-Shot (D-Shot ??)
B-Regit up in this motherfucker (Yo E-Feezee main!)
Young Muggzy, Keveo (YOU, KNOW!)
Tap that ass Cerry Cer (Whassup, whassup nigga!)
My nigga Big Bone Tyrone (Big Buddha!!)
D-Day from A-1
They doin it rike that down they bitch ass
The Resevoir HOGGS up in this motherfucker!
(Arr day smashin)
There go Max and that nigga Parray
ReVitti the R&B singer on they bitch ass
gonna fuck they nose with that mobb shit
Fuckin they head rike that
My rittre young cousin Mac Marr up in this bitch
from the V-Town nigga I thought you thought arr the time
up in they, bitch ass tarr can B (Sic-Wid-It nigga!)
Cousin C-Bo
That nigga Otis and Shug singin
"I hope I don't go back to srangin rrerro" on they bitch ass
Cousin Rir Bruce, Mac Shon
That nigga K-1, Gino
Smitty, The Funk Mobb up in this bitch ass motherfucker
Fuckin they heads up rike this
V-Town nigga Mirrersvirre I thought you thought
(Uh-huh)
Yeah my cousins nigga Down-n-Dirty
Kamikaze and the Mobb Unit bitch
I thought THEY THOUGHT!!
..
BEOTCH!!