E-40, Kaveo - $999,999 + $1 = A Mealticket lyrics
[E-40, Kaveo - $999,999 + $1 = A Mealticket lyrics]
Huh? Want me to speak the real?
Speak the real man nigga, speak the real
Speak the real speak the real
Speak the real speak the real
It's a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six
O' clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind
You can't afford to pass no money
I know you heard about that"
What, what? "Task raided Millersville Ms
Miller had a heart attack"
Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it huh?
I know
She was a good person for certain I know
V Town, California where I was born
Raised and grown
And since 1979 I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill, my mission for real
A mealticket you feel
We slowly but surely approachin seven digit's
Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust
Mescaline, niggas know better than
Fuck with us
I'm pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino
Bettin' big, fuckin off feddy I could've put
Down on a crib
I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose don't make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam
Fuck the stress i let that orange box of
Baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and
Turning one into two
That's all he do for a living
That's all he's used to
Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves
And residue, biotch!
Bullshit ain't nothin (Bullshit ain't nothin)
You see
We gone keep this thuggin and mean muggin
Jumpin til it's a done deal (Uh, huh)
You see, E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the real
Nothin but (The real, nigga, nothin but)
What if I bring this back down?
(Which one, which one Kaveo?)
You gots to be about it or be without it
Be about it or without it Ay, you know
What? I smell you on that playboy, look
We finna run down a whole tac
On these bitch ass niggas
Niggas ain't smellin this shit
We do this shit
Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome
With my faulty phone that heifer's tired
She tried to slash my tire
Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji
From the track she use to hold my sack
I use to dick her down way back in 86
She use to look just like a skank
But now that bitch got a ass, tit's
Body and boy that bich is bad
For what it's worth
The pussy smelled like Certs
Victoria's Secret
Now folks just remember I never said
I thought about lickin pussy
I said I never thought about eatin
Keepin it and treatin it nice
Fuck that I'm a hog
I put it down, I'm from the hood
Where I live, on the outskirts
And down on the tuck in the cut
In Clemente Apartments man
I'm a baller so you know I
Ain't got shit in my name
I'm strictly ghetto celebrity
Niggas get buried
Ready for combat if you plottin and plannin
Oh if you come for me and confiscate my dough
Let the buzzer be the bail
But my suggestion is to
Stay within your envelope
I'm block to block, swingin on vines
Community service, put up stop signs
Uhhh! Hold the fuck on! (Hold the fuck on)
Did you or did you not tell these
Niggas to stay within they envelope?
(Did I?)
Sheeit, these toddlers are green to the game
(Hell yeah)
They ain't know nothin about these tramps
(Six people gettin woke)
Six bedroom flats and gettin dealt and
Held a hand across the mat (Uh, huh)
You see we from the Yay
Where we control they minds (What we do?)
And put these hoes on the grind
Ain't got to but I still touch it
Went to the Seven Eleven picked up a
Traders book and bought a bucket
Use to have a perm taller
Than the Charlotte Hornets
But, I had to cut that bitch off
Cause see your patna had warrant
That I ain't even handled yet
Although I'm havin cake
The little homie from the hood want
Me to put out his tape he kinda tight too
Remind me of The Click crew
Cause they was spittin that old high powered
Godzilla ballin guru ass type shit you
Can relate to, wake to
'scape to when it's sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these streets like I know my dick
I can tell you who the nigga
Is that's about to get jacked
And the nigga that pulled the lick
I got this bitch on lock
999, 999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still in this roster
Kilogram, coca leaf and morphien
What about my niggas in the 4-1-5
Look what they made my niggas in the city
They call it made
Top grade regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, straight hempilation
What the fuck sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit
Sheit, sheit sheit, sheit
Hell yeah, sheit!
999, 999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man
Plus a dollar
Plus a dollar man equals a mealticket bitch
Biotch! Sheit! Sheit!
Speak the real man nigga, speak the real
Speak the real speak the real
Speak the real speak the real
It's a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six
O' clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind
You can't afford to pass no money
I know you heard about that"
What, what? "Task raided Millersville Ms
Miller had a heart attack"
Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it huh?
I know
She was a good person for certain I know
V Town, California where I was born
Raised and grown
And since 1979 I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill, my mission for real
A mealticket you feel
We slowly but surely approachin seven digit's
Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust
Mescaline, niggas know better than
Fuck with us
I'm pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino
Bettin' big, fuckin off feddy I could've put
Down on a crib
I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose don't make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam
Fuck the stress i let that orange box of
Baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and
Turning one into two
That's all he do for a living
That's all he's used to
Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves
And residue, biotch!
Bullshit ain't nothin (Bullshit ain't nothin)
You see
We gone keep this thuggin and mean muggin
Jumpin til it's a done deal (Uh, huh)
You see, E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the real
Nothin but (The real, nigga, nothin but)
What if I bring this back down?
(Which one, which one Kaveo?)
You gots to be about it or be without it
Be about it or without it Ay, you know
What? I smell you on that playboy, look
We finna run down a whole tac
On these bitch ass niggas
Niggas ain't smellin this shit
We do this shit
Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome
With my faulty phone that heifer's tired
She tried to slash my tire
Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji
From the track she use to hold my sack
I use to dick her down way back in 86
She use to look just like a skank
But now that bitch got a ass, tit's
Body and boy that bich is bad
For what it's worth
The pussy smelled like Certs
Victoria's Secret
Now folks just remember I never said
I thought about lickin pussy
I said I never thought about eatin
Keepin it and treatin it nice
Fuck that I'm a hog
I put it down, I'm from the hood
Where I live, on the outskirts
And down on the tuck in the cut
In Clemente Apartments man
I'm a baller so you know I
Ain't got shit in my name
I'm strictly ghetto celebrity
Niggas get buried
Ready for combat if you plottin and plannin
Oh if you come for me and confiscate my dough
Let the buzzer be the bail
But my suggestion is to
Stay within your envelope
I'm block to block, swingin on vines
Community service, put up stop signs
Uhhh! Hold the fuck on! (Hold the fuck on)
Did you or did you not tell these
Niggas to stay within they envelope?
(Did I?)
Sheeit, these toddlers are green to the game
(Hell yeah)
They ain't know nothin about these tramps
(Six people gettin woke)
Six bedroom flats and gettin dealt and
Held a hand across the mat (Uh, huh)
You see we from the Yay
Where we control they minds (What we do?)
And put these hoes on the grind
Ain't got to but I still touch it
Went to the Seven Eleven picked up a
Traders book and bought a bucket
Use to have a perm taller
Than the Charlotte Hornets
But, I had to cut that bitch off
Cause see your patna had warrant
That I ain't even handled yet
Although I'm havin cake
The little homie from the hood want
Me to put out his tape he kinda tight too
Remind me of The Click crew
Cause they was spittin that old high powered
Godzilla ballin guru ass type shit you
Can relate to, wake to
'scape to when it's sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these streets like I know my dick
I can tell you who the nigga
Is that's about to get jacked
And the nigga that pulled the lick
I got this bitch on lock
999, 999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still in this roster
Kilogram, coca leaf and morphien
What about my niggas in the 4-1-5
Look what they made my niggas in the city
They call it made
Top grade regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, straight hempilation
What the fuck sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit
Sheit, sheit sheit, sheit
Hell yeah, sheit!
999, 999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man
Plus a dollar
Plus a dollar man equals a mealticket bitch
Biotch! Sheit! Sheit!
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