Yee

E-40

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    [Chorus: E-40]
    That's the call of my thugs
    When they step up in the club they go "YEE!"
    When you hit the prison bricks
    From Vallejo or the Rich' they holla "YEE!"
    You can catch me in the traffic
    In the Cutlass or the Maverick holla'n "YEE!"
    If it's lookin like some static
    We gon' bust them automatics like "YEE!"

    [E-40]
    My area code grow some of the best weed in the world
    My ninja we ain't no punk
    They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice
    Cause we always smell like skunk
    Sloppy drunk, 9 times out of 10, or e'ry time you see me
    Bendin co'ners, in my brand new Dodge Durango Hemi
    Pimpin the law up on us! Officer Smokey and Mr. Johnny Law
    Always pullin me over and searchin my fuckin car
    Searchin my glutteus maximus, flashlight in my drawers
    Actin like some batches-es, thinkin I got raw!
    Doin it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist a lid
    Smoke a spliff, or a {?}, push a wig, 'bout my nig
    E'rybody wanna talk that talk
    Wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark
    E'rybody wanna pop that pop
    Wanna drop that stop with a pillowtop
    I get a call from Young Bop, he up out my zone
    He said yo' Hillside nigga Ned on his way home
    I said well tell him to call me I love his ass to death
    Any nigga hatin we gon' take his last breath

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    [Too $hort]
    Beotch! Beotch!
    It's yo' potnah from the town mayne
    I see y'all doin it big, you gettin down mayne
    Yeah I fuck with the V, Richmond know me
    Wherever niggaz ballin that's where bitches gon' be
    You can go across the bridge, fuckin with a bitch
    Don't matter which side, you'll be all up in some shit
    before you know it, it ain't like it used to be
    E'rybody got straps that shoot you or me
    I don't give a fuck about who, I don't even know you
    Whassup? Yeah pimpin, I got my thang too
    And it's cool, cause I know you know it
    I ain't even gotta pull it, I ain't even gotta show it
    Don't blow it, that's what a black man's thinkin
    I'll be layin underground in a casket stinkin
    If I slip, I gotta keep my poise
    You hear that eight-oh-eight bumpin
    Man what's all that noise?

    [Chorus]

    [Budda]
    Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend {*2X*}
    You said dat do dat, pull dat shoot that
    Now where your crew at, what'chu gon' do next?
    I'm a West coast nigga, YEE!
    I'm a East coast nigga, YEE!
    I'm a Down South nigga, YEE!
    I'm a Midwest nigga, YEE!

    [Chorus]

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    Composición: E. Stevens y T. Shaw

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