She used to hold my mother****ing.. mother****ing sac mother****er!
Thought you though, mother****er
And a mother****ing.. v.h.s., uhh mother****ing cannister
Mother****er, yeah ay, i promise you mother****ers this game been so damn good
(said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
(but i don't know how long that's gonna be..)
*chorus: repeat 2x*
Slangin llello, to get my maillll
Verse one: e-40
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stealin money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
Cause i used to get beat, with racing car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my
Hands free car telephone lookin like i'm talkin to myself
Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like
Talkin about it, by the way
B - what we doin' this week on soundscan?
If i ain't in japan, i'm in the valley
Or maybe next door in gary payton bowling alley
Or maybe at the shootin range, me and banks
Or on the golf course, with merton hanks
With a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors
Sippin on port, watchin my kids play basketball
*chorus*
Verse two: e-40
Dupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors
Twenty inch gold super bravos on my ? everybody ain't able
To be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label
Check it out, marbles, i got the game from my uncle saint char-les
Used to bank across the street at wells fargo
But now it's merrill lynch
And just think, i used to sit the bench
Full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
Po-po waitin for me outside of vallejo kaiser permanente
Emergency room with glocks, ready to rodney king me to death
Somehow i managed to make my escape through
The back of the cafeteria by the vending machine depar******ent quickly
Found myself runnin through the friend*************p apar******ent complex
Over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the
Somewhere off in lofas, behind je-nai's liquor ooh
*chorus*
Verse three: e-40
Get my mail, check it out, **** game ain't goin
Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones
"charlie hustle, i got a few mathmatics
I'm doing a compilation, should i go with phunky phat graph-x?
I tell them, "hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off the hinges
Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"
Game warrior invested, worldwide sick-wid-it niggas, independent chips
Beyoooooooootch!
Ay see ay, i'ma tell you mother****ers
That's the thing about this whole thing that jump off
Until he sit up there and he look and he say
"hold on man, hold on man"
A mother****er, yknowmsayin?
You can either be at this shit
Or you can be gone with this shit
And you look at it and then he say, "man hold on
Let me translate this shit - let me translate into some marbles
Let me liquidate my mother****ing revenelles
You understand what i'm sayin? 40-water now, you understand?
Ay, ay, but look, check this out
Teach them about the mother****ing game-oriented situations
That goes down in the mother****ing mother****ing soils weepolations
I ain't bullshitting niggaz!
.. I don't bullshit
I ain't bullshitting niggaz
*chorus*
there's too many jealous brothers in this game
I can't stany the same... i gotta get mine
*chorus*
get my money on..
Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go
Don't wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy
to get your mail, beyoooooootch!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
She used to hold my mother****ing.. mother****ing sac mother****er!
Thought you though, mother****er
And a mother****ing.. v.h.s., uhh mother****ing cannister
Mother****er, yeah ay, i promise you mother****ers this game been so damn good
(said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
(but i don't know how long that's gonna be..)
*chorus: repeat 2x*
Slangin llello, to get my maillll
Verse one: e-40
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stealin money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
Cause i used to get beat, with racing car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my
Hands free car telephone lookin like i'm talkin to myself
Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like
Talkin about it, by the way
B - what we doin' this week on soundscan?
If i ain't in japan, i'm in the valley
Or maybe next door in gary payton bowling alley
Or maybe at the shootin range, me and banks
Or on the golf course, with merton hanks
With a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors
Sippin on port, watchin my kids play basketball
*chorus*
Verse two: e-40
Dupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors
Twenty inch gold super bravos on my ? everybody ain't able
To be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label
Check it out, marbles, i got the game from my uncle saint char-les
Used to bank across the street at wells fargo
But now it's merrill lynch
And just think, i used to sit the bench
Full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
Po-po waitin for me outside of vallejo kaiser permanente
Emergency room with glocks, ready to rodney king me to death
Somehow i managed to make my escape through
The back of the cafeteria by the vending machine depar******ent quickly
Found myself runnin through the friend*************p apar******ent complex
Over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the
Somewhere off in lofas, behind je-nai's liquor ooh
*chorus*
Verse three: e-40
Get my mail, check it out, **** game ain't goin
Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones
"charlie hustle, i got a few mathmatics
I'm doing a compilation, should i go with phunky phat graph-x?
I tell them, "hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off the hinges
Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"
Game warrior invested, worldwide sick-wid-it niggas, independent chips
Beyoooooooootch!
Ay see ay, i'ma tell you mother****ers
That's the thing about this whole thing that jump off
Until he sit up there and he look and he say
"hold on man, hold on man"
A mother****er, yknowmsayin?
You can either be at this shit
Or you can be gone with this shit
And you look at it and then he say, "man hold on
Let me translate this shit - let me translate into some marbles
Let me liquidate my mother****ing revenelles
You understand what i'm sayin? 40-water now, you understand?
Ay, ay, but look, check this out
Teach them about the mother****ing game-oriented situations
That goes down in the mother****ing mother****ing soils weepolations
I ain't bullshitting niggaz!
[overlaps chorus]
.. I don't bullshit
I ain't bullshitting niggaz
*chorus*
[singer] there's too many jealous brothers in this game
I can't stany the same... i gotta get mine
*chorus*
[singer] get my money on..
Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go
Don't wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy
[e-40] to get your mail, beyoooooootch!
📝 纯歌词版本
She used to hold my mother****ing.. mother****ing sac mother****er!
Thought you though, mother****er
And a mother****ing.. v.h.s., uhh mother****ing cannister
Mother****er, yeah ay, i promise you mother****ers this game been so damn good
(said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
(but i don't know how long that's gonna be..)
*chorus: repeat 2x*
Slangin llello, to get my maillll
Verse one: e-40
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stealin money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
Cause i used to get beat, with racing car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my
Hands free car telephone lookin like i'm talkin to myself
Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like
Talkin about it, by the way
B - what we doin' this week on soundscan?
If i ain't in japan, i'm in the valley
Or maybe next door in gary payton bowling alley
Or maybe at the shootin range, me and banks
Or on the golf course, with merton hanks
With a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors
Sippin on port, watchin my kids play basketball
*chorus*
Verse two: e-40
Dupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors
Twenty inch gold super bravos on my ? everybody ain't able
To be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label
Check it out, marbles, i got the game from my uncle saint char-les
Used to bank across the street at wells fargo
But now it's merrill lynch
And just think, i used to sit the bench
Full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
Po-po waitin for me outside of vallejo kaiser permanente
Emergency room with glocks, ready to rodney king me to death
Somehow i managed to make my escape through
The back of the cafeteria by the vending machine depar******ent quickly
Found myself runnin through the friend*************p apar******ent complex
Over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the
Somewhere off in lofas, behind je-nai's liquor ooh
*chorus*
Verse three: e-40
Get my mail, check it out, **** game ain't goin
Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones
"charlie hustle, i got a few mathmatics
I'm doing a compilation, should i go with phunky phat graph-x?
I tell them, "hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off the hinges
Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"
Game warrior invested, worldwide sick-wid-it niggas, independent chips
Beyoooooooootch!
Ay see ay, i'ma tell you mother****ers
That's the thing about this whole thing that jump off
Until he sit up there and he look and he say
"hold on man, hold on man"
A mother****er, yknowmsayin?
You can either be at this shit
Or you can be gone with this shit
And you look at it and then he say, "man hold on
Let me translate this shit - let me translate into some marbles
Let me liquidate my mother****ing revenelles
You understand what i'm sayin? 40-water now, you understand?
Ay, ay, but look, check this out
Teach them about the mother****ing game-oriented situations
That goes down in the mother****ing mother****ing soils weepolations
I ain't bullshitting niggaz!
.. I don't bullshit
I ain't bullshitting niggaz
*chorus*
there's too many jealous brothers in this game
I can't stany the same... i gotta get mine
*chorus*
get my money on..
Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go
Don't wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy
to get your mail, beyoooooootch!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
She used to hold my mother****ing.. mother****ing sac mother****er!
Thought you though, mother****er
And a mother****ing.. v.h.s., uhh mother****ing cannister
Mother****er, yeah ay, i promise you mother****ers this game been so damn good
(said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
(but i don't know how long that's gonna be..)
*chorus: repeat 2x*
Slangin llello, to get my maillll
Verse one: e-40
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stealin money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
Cause i used to get beat, with racing car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my
Hands free car telephone lookin like i'm talkin to myself
Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like
Talkin about it, by the way
B - what we doin' this week on soundscan?
If i ain't in japan, i'm in the valley
Or maybe next door in gary payton bowling alley
Or maybe at the shootin range, me and banks
Or on the golf course, with merton hanks
With a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors
Sippin on port, watchin my kids play basketball
*chorus*
Verse two: e-40
Dupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors
Twenty inch gold super bravos on my ? everybody ain't able
To be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label
Check it out, marbles, i got the game from my uncle saint char-les
Used to bank across the street at wells fargo
But now it's merrill lynch
And just think, i used to sit the bench
Full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
Po-po waitin for me outside of vallejo kaiser permanente
Emergency room with glocks, ready to rodney king me to death
Somehow i managed to make my escape through
The back of the cafeteria by the vending machine depar******ent quickly
Found myself runnin through the friend*************p apar******ent complex
Over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the
Somewhere off in lofas, behind je-nai's liquor ooh
*chorus*
Verse three: e-40
Get my mail, check it out, **** game ain't goin
Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones
"charlie hustle, i got a few mathmatics
I'm doing a compilation, should i go with phunky phat graph-x?
I tell them, "hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off the hinges
Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"
Game warrior invested, worldwide sick-wid-it niggas, independent chips
Beyoooooooootch!
Ay see ay, i'ma tell you mother****ers
That's the thing about this whole thing that jump off
Until he sit up there and he look and he say
"hold on man, hold on man"
A mother****er, yknowmsayin?
You can either be at this shit
Or you can be gone with this shit
And you look at it and then he say, "man hold on
Let me translate this shit - let me translate into some marbles
Let me liquidate my mother****ing revenelles
You understand what i'm sayin? 40-water now, you understand?
Ay, ay, but look, check this out
Teach them about the mother****ing game-oriented situations
That goes down in the mother****ing mother****ing soils weepolations
I ain't bullshitting niggaz!
[overlaps chorus]
.. I don't bullshit
I ain't bullshitting niggaz
*chorus*
[singer] there's too many jealous brothers in this game
I can't stany the same... i gotta get mine
*chorus*
[singer] get my money on..
Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go
Don't wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy
[e-40] to get your mail, beyoooooootch!
(Ballin') Got a blunt rolled, full of OG
Double lean cup, can't catch me
Like a countdown
3,2,1 I'm gone
3,2,1 I'm gone
Like a countdown
3,2,1 I'm gon...
Ever squeezed a trigger? (yup)
Ever helped a brother out when he was down on his luck? (yup)
You a boss player, you a mack? (yup)
Paint wetter than a ...
" there is something going on down here..." " in vallejo."
"fedex!"
"in vallejo, california" --> e- 40 "in vallejo."
"in vallejo, california" --> e-4...
Uh, I'm feelin' hella good, I got bankroll
Gon' leave
Big stack on me, and it can't fold
**** animated, real life hoes
Gon' leave, gon' leave
Trippin'...
no it ain't nothing it me
You talking loud cause I'm not around,
yeah that's something to see
Say I’m the man and I'm winning now,
That shit ain't not...
I don't ****** with you
You lil stupid ass ******, I ain't ******' with you
You lil, you lil dumb ass ******, I ain't ******' with you
I got a million...