Whip Out
(专辑: History: Mob Music - 2012)
[E-40:] UH! I'm paper, he plastic I
go hard, he go soft He play hopscotch like a
broad I
play boss games like golf I
be giving 'em joogs, 25 percent off That's pretty good, dang near sell it to 'em at cost They call me Jack Frost 'cause I
got that snow white Roll with us or get lost, cut off your water and your lights Now your money so funny it's telling jokes about you like Wanda Sykes It's bad out here, it's dusty, dirty, bedbugs, lice (UH!) I'm so mackish and pimpish, he's so sappish and simpish If it was some funk, he'll run and leave his homies diminished He was the
only one with a
gun, they gave his potnas the
business Did in an alley with a
drum from a
distance (BLOW!) Around Christmastime, the
crime rate rises Santa down the
chimney ain't the
only surprises Tiptoe bandits ran in my house But I
was ready for 'em so I
whipped out Biatch! [E-40:] I'm trying not to but these suckas always push me and I
always gotta flash and WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) They think I'm playing at the
dice game so I
had to tell my little niggas WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) I
hit the
corner on the
side of your house in a
van with no tags and WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) Don't trust nobody 'cause your potnas say they love you, when you come up they try to WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) [Too $hort:] Too many murders in the
streets Fuck him, hurt him if he's weak Every day there's a
drive-by In the
news they only talk about homicides Nobody cares when you shoot and miss Little homies in the
hood get used to this When he left out the
house, he ain't choose death He got killed, you know, when you lose your breath In a
fight for your life, you can't win It's something in your lungs, it ain't wind It's no air in there He got shot, whole lotta blood in his hair He never had a
chance Didn't even make it to the
ambulance He was dead on the
scene, investigate Another unsolved murder yesterday Whip out [E-40:] I'm trying not to but these suckas always push me and I
always gotta flash and WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) They think I'm playing at the
dice game so I
had to tell my little niggas WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) I
hit the
corner on the
side of your house in a
van with no tags and WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) Don't trust nobody 'cause your potnas say they love you, when you come up they try to WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) I
got a
potna that rap, go by the
name of E-40 '80s retired D-boy, real niggas adore him Fake niggas ignore him, they think that he's butt They think he's a
cutting board, they stay chopping him up Got his name in they uvula, in they teeth, in they mouth They jealous of him 'cause he gouda'd up and he ain't a
slouch I
fucks with the
nigga because he solid than steel I
bust my gun for that nigga 'cause he be keeping it real Realer than a
hundred dollar bill with the
line imprint Pants sagging, looking like he shitted and went Pamper pack skeez, leave your head with a
dent Money mac and cheese, smile for the
camera, pimp When you come to the
West, I'm a
support Especially when come to 40 and Too $hort I
argue with niggas (You and who?) Me and my guys They music raised me, them boys saved my life Biatch! I'm trying not to but these suckas always push me and I
always gotta flash and WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) They think I'm playing at the
dice game so I
had to tell my little niggas WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) I
hit the
corner on the
side of your house in a
van with no tags and WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) Don't trust nobody 'cause your potnas say they love you, when you come up they try to WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out)