E 40 - "Spittin'" lyrics
*** Complimentary Spittin' Ringtone ***
Woke up in the A.M. toasted out of my cranium
Flushed the toilet hit the shower
Gotta take a shit took a dump in the Mediterranean
Snatched a fit up out the clos'
Miles of a '96 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
Fuck my (trumpium') smile my (benevioulum')
Might do dirt fuck you on my way to see these chickies
Cause in this cheese yeah really
She likes to go ah, downtown
Hears it when I crack it
She likes it when I, pound pound
Call me Barney Rubble stick the juice down so duck
Had the pussy poppin bubbles
Scratchin the paint off up of the walls
Pickin off in them drawers, rebel without a pause
She could feel the next stain swimmin in Niagara Falls
Now no matter extra meal, managin the place
Streets make you broke, Forty Water ain't no joke
All up in the motherfuckin' tall can face
Make way, say hey, check my display
Buck the shit to your tape
And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit
(Chorus)
40 took a forty to the fuckin dome
And now they got me spittin on the microphone...
40 took a forty to the fuckin dome
And now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch!
Drunker than a motherfucker spittin that shit
Skat scratch taller than Manute Bol
Cash rules everything around me
High rank, nigga poor
40 why they why they get the money
Oh tell me baby that no catch a bitch while 40 7-11
me and a (staircase') mo weird
Flushed the toilet hit the shower
Gotta take a shit took a dump in the Mediterranean
Snatched a fit up out the clos'
Miles of a '96 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
Fuck my (trumpium') smile my (benevioulum')
Might do dirt fuck you on my way to see these chickies
Cause in this cheese yeah really
She likes to go ah, downtown
Hears it when I crack it
She likes it when I, pound pound
Call me Barney Rubble stick the juice down so duck
Had the pussy poppin bubbles
Scratchin the paint off up of the walls
Pickin off in them drawers, rebel without a pause
She could feel the next stain swimmin in Niagara Falls
Now no matter extra meal, managin the place
Streets make you broke, Forty Water ain't no joke
All up in the motherfuckin' tall can face
Make way, say hey, check my display
Buck the shit to your tape
And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit
(Chorus)
40 took a forty to the fuckin dome
And now they got me spittin on the microphone...
40 took a forty to the fuckin dome
And now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch!
Drunker than a motherfucker spittin that shit
Skat scratch taller than Manute Bol
Cash rules everything around me
High rank, nigga poor
40 why they why they get the money
Oh tell me baby that no catch a bitch while 40 7-11
me and a (staircase') mo weird
1-luv to my niggaz in the youth, dog
Gettin strong, bulkin up, drinkin prune oil
Y'all say me I need some extra whoop I think I need a drink
The waiter got me fuckin like me right in here
bitches sooner than I think
The LAPD's on crack man
They shot my nigga Tone Tucker in the back man
Prejudice motherfucker!
Squash the fuckin uh-uh start nothing
What niggas need to do is lay low key now
Hang with tactical edged (staple') highly easy
to be converted to a mack-1
Drink with me, stackin bass
Twice as righteous, makin poor boys like us
And I'm gone for home
I drunk a 40 to the fuckin door
(Chorus)
I'm no guide, don't call me hostess
When I open em for rent
Lookin for the bed bugs, buy a sleep light
Niggaz don't you know I'm addicted to explosives'
Smokin something for the hatest terminator instigator
Be ready for the tip-toeing phantoms at night
Nigga just bought from Traders
Tyler you lookin all for some of that bit you got a
nigglet your life is set why you ungreatful motherfuckas
I've been struglin strive so hard to make my shit obese
you better get somewhere where they love you at
Paceing back and forth
Gritting my teeth
C-C-L-L-I-I-C-K
Northern California beat
I feed your ass
My shit ain't nothin humble
Lookin ambitious as the motherfuckin bumble
Soundin' off car alarms
Gotta say wassup to some niggas on my team
Niggas like Rec-Street and Nicky motherfuckin green
Gettin strong, bulkin up, drinkin prune oil
Y'all say me I need some extra whoop I think I need a drink
The waiter got me fuckin like me right in here
bitches sooner than I think
The LAPD's on crack man
They shot my nigga Tone Tucker in the back man
Prejudice motherfucker!
Squash the fuckin uh-uh start nothing
What niggas need to do is lay low key now
Hang with tactical edged (staple') highly easy
to be converted to a mack-1
Drink with me, stackin bass
Twice as righteous, makin poor boys like us
And I'm gone for home
I drunk a 40 to the fuckin door
(Chorus)
I'm no guide, don't call me hostess
When I open em for rent
Lookin for the bed bugs, buy a sleep light
Niggaz don't you know I'm addicted to explosives'
Smokin something for the hatest terminator instigator
Be ready for the tip-toeing phantoms at night
Nigga just bought from Traders
Tyler you lookin all for some of that bit you got a
nigglet your life is set why you ungreatful motherfuckas
I've been struglin strive so hard to make my shit obese
you better get somewhere where they love you at
Paceing back and forth
Gritting my teeth
C-C-L-L-I-I-C-K
Northern California beat
I feed your ass
My shit ain't nothin humble
Lookin ambitious as the motherfuckin bumble
Soundin' off car alarms
Gotta say wassup to some niggas on my team
Niggas like Rec-Street and Nicky motherfuckin green
*** Complimentary Spittin' Ringtone ***
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