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E 40

on the verse split Let it be known, I tote my chrome Refuse to get caught loose with it Looking down at my shoe with it, I'mma real baboon with it 40

this shit don't stop Okay okay up next, oh, it's the boss, from the home of the Braves Down here chillin' with E-40 'cause it's time to get paid C'mon

on the look out for the po' po' Nate D O double G, don't wanna fuck me As Cali as can be, Nate Dogg and 40, Fonzarell' We're gon' reach to the bay, '

candy paint, 84's that candy paint, that candy paint, 84's, built in ? chrome grille, leather seats, ?, tv screens and wooded wheels (x4) E-40: that

the maestro at the symphony Sniff, I'm cocaine, shawty, take a wiff off me Stiff a liffy pisso nigga come and comprehend from me Talk slick to me, E40

's get it crack a latin in this bitch Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know, y'know (Y'know) Uh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker (Ice Cube and E-40) For

Well I mean man, Ranking Scroo 'long side E-40, ya hear? All crew, pick up yourself thou respect who say, every thing's kool Fa sho, fa sho It's either

, write back, man Hit me right back, man, write back Hit me right back, man, write back Hit me right back, man, write back Dedicated to all the incarcerated soldiers across America E

't stop Believing, just get your money where you're breathing This is for the thugs set butts in they laps, goody goody And this is for E-40 and The Click