E-40

E-40 - Give Her The Keys lyrics

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Yeah (Ehhh!!)

Yeah (Ehhh!!)

Ahh Huh!!

Ahh Huh!!



Uuuugggghhh!!

Yeah Mane!!

It's Magic!!

E40 & my partna T-Pain

(Nappy Boy!!)



[CHORUS]

Open up that garage

It's a big fat car

With a big fat bow on top (on top)

It's a Bentley Coupe with the roof let back

Now shawty you know that's hot



Imma give her the keys

(Uuugghh!!) Ooohh (Uuugghh!!) Ooohh (Uuugghh!!) Ooohh

[2x]

Now shawty sang it to me

Oooohh!! Ooohh!! Ooohh!! Ooohh!!

And Imma give her the keys

Oooohh!! Ooohh!! Ooohh!! Ooohh!!



[E-40]

Uuuugggghhh!!!!

From a bucket to a Benz

A Benz to a Bentley

Down with me from the start

Got my back like a tank top

When I used to be on the block

She hid my rocks in her yacht

Got a special place in my heart

She knows how to play her part

Every time I look at you darling

I get a hard on

You sexy without your make up on

I wanna bone

Move you out the hood

I told you I would

I'm not phony

We both from the same place

Grew up on fried bologna

They say the opposites attract

But we gotta a lot in common

Behind every boss player is a boss woman

Imam fiend when it come to our cooking

You do your thang

Throw down like Paula Dean

Neck bones & collard greens



[CHORUS]



[E-40]

Born in the mud, raised in the trap

Down ass broad, never been a sap

If I ever need bail, went to jail, got popped

You'll be Johnny on the spot

You'll come & get me out

A loyalist, not just a friend to me

We was meant to be

We got chemistry

You like when I lay this pipe

Been around each other so long

They say we starting to look a like

Starting to think a like

Getting our money right

Fuss, fight, then make love all night

California king on a California queen

My California dream

We make a good team



[CHORUS]



[E-40]

It's the little things that count

Any means much

Can't nothing come between us

Can't nothing separate us

You're my backbone

You my rib

You my chick

You my backbone

You my rib

You my chick

It's the little things that count

Any means much

Can't nothing come between us

Cant nothing separate us

You my backbone

You my rib

You my chick

You my backbone

You my rib

You my chick



Yeah mane!!

It's a drought on loyal females

The good ones is hard to find mane

So when you find a good one

Hold on to that broad

Mane you hear me



[CHORUS]
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