Spittin' Lyrics

Spittin'

[E-40]
Woke up in the A.M., toasted out of my
cranium
Gotta take a shit, took a dump in the
Mediterranean
Flushed the toilet, hit the shower
Snatched a fit up out the clos'
Mauser C96 broom handle hangin' half-way
out my drawers
You niggas better feel me I got patrons to
serve
Nigga got to starts pay props will deserve
f*ck my trunk I'm smobbin ugly in my deep
dirt
, f*ck you on my way to see Miss Chiminey
Cause since Chiminey is a good friend of me
She likes to go ah, downtown
She likes it when I, pound pound
Here's a whoppin' bitch
Call me uh-Bah uh-Barney Rubble stick the
beast down, so duck
Had the p*ssy poppin bubbles
Scratchin the paint off up of the walls
Pickin off in them drawers, rebel without a
pause
She could feel a gnat sting, swimmin' in
Niagara Falls
Now no matter extra meal, managin the place
All up in the motherf*ckin' tall can face
Streets make you broke, Forty Water ain't
no joke
Make way, say hey, check my display
Bump the shit til your tape busts (Bump the
shit til ya tape busts)
And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit
(And youse a bitch if you ain't got no
clit)

Chorus: E-40

40 took a forty to the f*ckin dome
And now they got me spittin on the
microphone...
40 took a forty to the f*ckin dome
And now they got me spittin on the
microphone, beeitch!
Drunker than a motherf*cker spittin that
shit

[E-40]
High rank, nigga poor
Scratch scratch taller than Manute Bol
Cash rules everything around me
40 why they why they get the money
Oh tell me baby gon' be no catchin', bet ya
catch before 40 7-11
ah big Danz said a step man, can't win (uh)
1-Luv to my niggaz in the YOU KNOW
Gettin' swoll, bulkin' up, drinkin' pruneau Y'all stay the same, got some extra whoop I
think I need a drink
The waiter got me f*ckin like me right in
here
bitches sooner than I think
Vallejo PD's on crack man
They shot my nigga Tone Tucker in the back
man
Prejudiced motherf*ckers!
What niggaz need to do is f*ck a-lo a-lo
key now
Squash the fuh-ah f*ckin' spot, ain't
nothin' wrong? (Squash it)
Hang with tactical edged (staple?) highly
easy
to be converted to Mack-1
Twice as righteous (righteous), make them
po-po's like us
Drink with me, second base, and I'm gone
for home
I drunk a 40 to the f*ckin dome

Chorus

[E-40]
I ain't no cupcake (I ain't no cupcake)
so don't call me hostess (hostess)
Nigga don't you know I'm all open to
explosives (I'ma explode)
Let tha bed bugs bite, sleep light
Be ready for the tip-toein phantoms at
night
When I open em for risk (when I open it for
risk)
Smokin somethin for the hatest terminator
instigator
(terminator instant trader)
Nigga just bought from Traders
Tyler lookin for all some of that fit, ya
gotta admit
nigglet your life is set why you ungreatful
motherf*ckas
you better get somewhere where they love
you at
your life is set why you ungrateful
motherf*cka
I've been strugglin strivin so hard to make
my shit obese (uh)
Pacin back and forth (uh)
Bear to grit my teeth, C-C-L-L-I-I-C-K,
Northern California V uh VJ
I feed your ass, with my ambitiousness
about the f*ckin bumble
Lookin ambitious as the motherf*ckin bumble
Soundin' off car alarms
My shit ain't nothin humble
Gotta say wassup (gotta say wassup) to some
niggaz on my team
Niggaz like Rec-Street and Nicky
motherf*ckin Green
(motherf*ckin Green)

Chorus

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