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[feat. B-Legit] [Verse 1: E-40] This thang all the way on my got this thang beaten the trunk cruise I'm on a big ass bottle of beast on some motion spray cranberry juice And I strongly suggest that you don't sit in my transportation Cause the slot is so severe, and the beast excruciation My amps my pot me mirror possibly collapse yo lung What color is your exterior? The same as grey poupon What is you a baller? Yeah but not Lebron Then what kind of baller are you? The kind that sell heroin The kind that lives his life illegal, toted gun and desert eagle Mobster like Bugsy Siegel I listen to 40 music Don't fuck with too many people mane most of them rappers fake See Feezy be speaking on some shit that I can relate When I was in the shoe they see Desus what got me through My nigga from the Brass to put me up on due, uhh The grit don't quitting my hustle'll never pause UH OH! Here come the law I got dope in my draws BEATCH! [Hook: x2] We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front seat Been to hella corners in my new school, one deep Every hood I'm in I get love from the plug And a price on your family member drugs (drugs) Letras de canciones [Verse 2: B-Legit] How much money can a man make? I'm on the block cooking chickens with the pancakes And my fan base love to get high with me Get tipsy prolly set they own self with Nicki Get em bicky Beaver he be militant Send the whole fifty clip through ya ligaments Got a knot pocket full of them Benjamin's Lil bricks like I'm try'na build a pyramid Shit 40 glock with the laser dot And I can make mash potatoes outta tater tots Ask ya parking; I don't really like to talk alot Block move like James, Wade and Chris Bosh Let's get it I'm the real boss with the plug I don't play I'm the nigga man I run the club Keep it rough I'm the mayor doing hella stuff Pass cluff and they smell it when I light it up Nigga what? [Hook: x2] We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front seat Been to hella corners in my new school, one deep Every hood I'm in I get love from the plug And a price on your family member drugs (drugs) [Verse 3: E-40] What you do for a living a little bit of this a little bit of that If I ain't got it I know where to get it or I can take it to where it's at I can probably get'chu a deal, get'cha thirty percent off the sack Depending on how many you want, and how much you know that a hustler got Fuckin' right now y'all beefing, then circling yo block Came to the right place, I got chops fresh out the box Can have a foosy grape, if you want me too I can But I gotta be honest with'chu it's goin cost you twenty grand And a build with the gumble bout two, I was thought with the best Rahu See Rahu been a neighborhood iron chef since 1982 Rahu stay clockin' loo, boys in blue ain't gotta clue Rahu ain't never pop comp with a spoon or residue Well what about some weed you got it I beg your pardon I gotta hella connections my Negro my people they got garden Need a fake ID or benefit card times is hard You know Christmas is coming up, I got them gift cards [Hook: x2] We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front seat Been to hella corners in my new school, one deep Every hood I'm in I get love from the plug And a price on your family member drugs (drugs) From Letras Mania