E-40 - Ahhhh Shit! lyrics

[E-40 - Ahhhh Shit! lyrics]

He talking shit shit shit, shit shit shit
He be say some shit shit shit, shit shit shit
Shhhi i i i i i i i i i i i i i it ahh Shit!
He talking shit shit shit, shit shit shit
He be say some shit shit shit, shit shit shit
Shhhi i i i i i i i i i i i i i it ahh Shit!

Uhh! Zany bizarre ballistic
Coming off of some of that ignorant
Shit resickalish verbish gases flows
BMZ glasses on my nose
Undeniable throbbish molish flight music
Not that garbage bumpin' the pistol out
Do a X street nigga before I hollish
Got a whole lotta spit to talk about
And a whole lotta speech to speak
The neighborhood fuck with 40 he
Be preaching mane he teeth
Some of these fools be boosie
(boosie) rap about what they make
But at the end of the
Day, between me and you
They ain't got nothin to say (that's right)
Money don't make me I make money
Go hard for mine I'm smashed (smashed)
Instead of recall on my
Product customer satisfaction
Am I too early or are they too late?
Am I too blob or are they to slay?
Why do we go, when he goin slow?
How come we can, why can I know?
Can't be slippin like a transmission
(mission) when ya counter-clockwise
Twisted (twisted) mixing and whippin' goop
(goop) be prepared to shoot (shoot)
STEP IT UP! Don't get left behind
(left behind) do some CATCHING UP! Put some
Ketchup on your fries (on your fries)
BEATCH!

Uhh! Not all of the rappers but
Most of them sound alike (alike?)
I been rappin since most of em
Knew how to ride a bike (a bike)
On the dope track copping and flippin
Pushing white (that yola)
Triple beam scales, scanners on that height
(and that roper)
Droomers, walking 'round with they spook on
(spook on?) grimming, standing in front of
My momma's home (magazine street)
Hubba rocks dowsers' cotton candy zones
(ice cream)
Zippers quarters half pound hole works
(for the dope fiends)
Verify fixture gritter weight mover
(weight moo ba?)
Burgundy mercury sixty-seven a cougar
(a cougar) with the liquor dragging and
Gold tips, gold grill, gold weed
Gold rings, gold chain
Gold every fuckin thang
Better learn how to swim or
You gon fuckin sink (you goin sank)
If you don't work then you don't fuckin ate
(you don't ate)
Crying complaining and whining ain't you
(crying complaining and whining ain't you)
How the fuck I'm a help you
If you can't help you? Beeatch! (beeatch)

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