E-40

E-40 - One More Gen lyrics

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Make it sound like a gorilla tryin to get up out the trunk
 (Yeah  well let's get this shit crackin then)
 Super duper super duper  trunk rattlin
 (That's what I'm talkin 'bout)
 Old school  in the basement
 (Some shit for the fuckin trunk nigga)
 Magazine Street  Hillside type
 (This is what we do  all day like this nigga!)
 Mobb shit now!
 (Get this shit crackin den nigga!)
 It's a drought on
 (Fuck now!)
 BEOTCH!
 What you holla? 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...
 Strictly mobb, strictly mobb
 I might be rich and I rap, but sheeeyit
 A hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollars
 Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite on that
 I stay on stuff, fuck a cup, I likes to drink out the bottle
 Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? secure my novel
 When, I was fifteen years old
 Straight dope game, I was told
 I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin they body
 Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature cause I'm Naughty
 Naughty
 La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull triggers
 We do cows travels and we, dump on niggaz
 Yeah, I'm Just a Hustler, remember that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989
 Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller
 My little sista Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated mission
 Tryin to have it In a Major Way after I was on the late night grind
 Strapped with nines and Desert Eagles, me and my weeples
 come deeper than them skinny bitches, crept on us not too long ago
 Sold our Lexuses and went back to the Cutlass Supreme
 Buster demand they Zima's and forked toes
 Starwise, with the helicopter knockoffs
 My down South thugs call em elbows, turnin heads
 with the personalized license plates with the tremendous bump
 Fuckin they nose, fakin them domes
 Breakin and shakin the neighborhood up, disturbin homes
 Ridin on rims *tires peeling out*
 Reyimmms, slidin through stopsigns, just like them action films
 Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
 Giving myself up to the Elroy's
 Doing time on the weekends, all 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 relate 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 relate to
 It's just some shit that you can listen to, one mo' gen
 Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
 Some shit to make a nigga Practice Lookin Hard
 Some shit for all my folkers on the Boulevard
 It's traditional, heavy ass shit for the mobb
 I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind
 Forty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me you gonna resign
 It's too rilly folkers 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 all day since six o'clock
 I pull a bootch like a bad tooth
 with the cheapest EconoLodge a nigga like me can find
 Drop her ass off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone booth
 stranded freezin to death... empty handed can it
 Stubborn hella hard to reason with
 It's game orienfested, let me explain it
 I know they say that I been, givin up too much game
 But I'ma teach ya how to blossom with my new invention
 You might wanna pay attention
 I used to sell Kirby vacumn cleaners but I wasn't a punk
 I worked at Mickey D's (what did you make) a Boy of the Month
 Livin above my means -- motherfucker that's a bald-faced lie
 Po-po's raid, I got an alibi
 Shot my first video for $20 bucks, motherfucker
 Some cheap shit, very ass grade America
 Mean Green hooked me up down South
 Made a name for myself 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!!
 Hella..
 The board of weebleizations up in this motherfucker
 The board of weebleizations
 Head Above Water productions
 Collaborated with my motherfuckin nigga, Sam Bosstigili
 Professor Bosstigili up on this bitch ass motherfuckin track
 Fuckin they nose up like this
 Where that nigga Sojourn at, whattup boy?
 Chorus
 BEOTCH! With this here, we mobbin out
 We mobbin out, Suga T (ay whassup gurl?)
 D-Shot (D-Shot ???)
 B-Legit up in this motherfucker (Yo E-Feezee main!)
 Young Muggzy, Keveo (YOU, KNOW!)
 Tap that ass Celly Cel (Whassup, whassup nigga!)
 My nigga Big Bone Tyrone (Big Buddha!!)
 D-Day from A-1
 They doin it like that down they bitch ass
 The Resevoir HOGGS up in this motherfucker!
 (All day smashin)
 There go Max and that nigga Parlay
 LeVitti the R&B singer on they bitch ass
 gonna fuck they nose with that mobb shit
 Fuckin they head like that
 My little young cousin Mac Mall up in this bitch
 from the V-Town nigga I thought you thought all the time
 up in they, bitch ass tall can B (Sic-Wid-It nigga!)
 Cousin C-Bo
 That nigga Otis and Shug singin
 "I hope I don't go back to slangin llello" on they bitch ass
 Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac Shon
 That nigga K-1, Gino
 Smitty, The Funk Mobb up in this bitch ass motherfucker
 Fuckin they heads up like this
 V-Town nigga Millersville I thought you thought
 (Uh-huh)
 Yeah my cousins nigga Down n Dirty
 Kamikaze and the Mobb Unit bitch
 I thought THEY THOUGHT!!
 ..
 BEOTCH
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Author: Sam Bostic

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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