E-40, B-Legit - All Tha Time lyrics

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You got Moesha, E? All Tha Time, B
You got your Indonesia, B? All Tha Time, E
You got your street sweeper broom?
All Tha Time, B
You got your chronic, Neptune? All Tha Time!

Might not know how to read and write
But I do know Arm & Hammer
If the screen from a
Tweaker's pipe turns black
That means it's bammer
If it's too many seeds in your weed
Then chop 'em down if your blood gets bogus
Then run his ass out of town
I'm on the Carquinez Bridge, Terminal 3
Quarter after seven
Pockets full of hundreds, can't seem
To find no ones, engine revvin'
Smebbin', talkin' hella shit to the cashier
Pi-pi's get right behind me askin' me how
Much have I had to drink
And I said, "a beer"
Blitzed, out of my wit's, drivin' drunk
Let's see I done hit one, two, three
Ain't no tellin' how many skunk
In and out of the holding cell
Blood alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions
Without the advisory of my lawyer

I been in it, all around it, co-founded
Did it when I done it, I musta been blunted
Ninety-six hundred for the two P's
I let the homie K-One run through these
Base is on the roam, I left the hubs alone
I wonder if they're chippin'
The Nextel phones
A bad motherfucker for the butter and grit's
And you niggas need to know this shit

You got Moesha, E? All Tha Time, B
You got your Indonesia, B? All Tha Time, E
You got your street sweeper broom?
All Tha Time, B
You got your chronic, Neptune? All Tha Time!

I got the turf on lock, 26 block
Thorough beeper by my side
Gotta be in the house by 8 o'clock
Organized crime, bitch all the time, bitch
Get off his dick and get on mine, bitch

I be smokin' like a broke down Coupe DeVille
Poppin' them generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't hold me, and neither could y'all
Bitch, me and my Click is off the wall

I fucks with everybody that's somebody
Major factors
And nigga if you can't understand that shit
Then nigga you must got
Your mask on backwards

Tiptoeing through the hood, nigga
Is no good, nigga
Gotta have a pass or we get that ass

You got Moesha, E? All Tha Time, B
You got your Indonesia, B? All Tha Time, E
You got your street sweeper broom?
All Tha Time, B
You got your chronic, Neptune? All Tha Time!

Now the parties don't start until we walk in
Drunk off that gin, down to check yo' chin
I'm a mannish motherfucker with
The chips and bread
And enough, to have your head kinda tough
Bluffin' don't exist, we pull the whole cards
Tail between the legs when you
Walk in the yard
So if you hard, and wanna stay that way
You better watch where the fuck you play

Check it out it's bring your own bottle
'Cause, I be likin' to get
To perkin' somethin' awful
And come through that motherfucker slurrin'
Talkin' crazy to bitches, weeble-wobblin'
Burpin', gurpin'
Stomach growlin' off the hinges
Lurkin', twurkin'
My stay highs with red lenses
I'm tryin' to get that fast quarter
Fuck a slow nickel
Run a smooth ass operation without
Gettin' caught in the pickle
Take my cool ass on a
Vacation that maybe someday stop
Buy me an empty commercial lot
And turn it into a car
Wax wash and detail shop

You got Moesha, E? All Tha Time, B
You got your Indonesia, B? All Tha Time, E
You got your street sweeper broom?
All Tha Time, B
You got your chronic, Neptune? All Tha Time!

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