E-40, Mystikal - Clown Wit It lyrics

Forty water and Mystikal
What cha know about that nigga? Huh?

What cha want girl?
You interested in a thug ass nigga
Wit battle wounds and scars
Lawyers, doctors, rappers
R&B singers or sports stars?
Wig splittas and dome crackers that
S all I'm accustomed to
Allergic to suckas and bustas and get
To sneezin and shit aaachew!
Ain't affiliated wit pathological liars
And name droppers
Just bosses and mafia niggas
Slick talkers and collar poppa s
Drug traffic and racketeer bank robbers
Young pit's pants saggin totin
And packin choppers
I'm having this ghetto money tryin to
Stay papered up like a fax
I keep tellin all these niggas out this way
You ain't got to have
Dandruff to have scratch
Protect yo neck and yo chest
See my mentality hasn't changed just
My physical address nothin less (less)
I smoke wit the gromiest and the highest
Takin my chances on hepatitis
Sharin my forty s of malt liquor drinkin
211 after any old nigga thinking&

Clown wit it, Clown wid it pimpin mob wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it i mean sic wid it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it pimpin mob wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it

Nigga you must have been drinkin dog water
If you think you can fuck
Wit the bayou godfather
Smoke like scaldin water I'm come
From the 12th ward
Cuts and welts and scars whoever face-off
Burnin and turnin they lights out
Makin them stay dark
Body beatin and sweepin keepin em sleepin
Heat seekin deletin
Cause bitch I ain need cha
Feel like bullets hit cha when
The rhymes flyin off
When I get finish wit cha you gonna feelin
Dog tired boss
(John Cofey from the Green Mile)
Jump shop, hop flight, cop ride and
Tellin finally smell it and chop
It up wit Fonzarelli
These niggas be sounding like they
Talking bout they on one
But when I come they only fuck
Up one run like homerun fire-bringa
Rhyme-singa pussy banga young dick- slanga
They funky like Kunta Kinte own thang
On my bike I'm ridin the fuckin
Rap game on the handle bars

Clown wit it, Clown wid it pimpin mob wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it i mean sic wid it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it pimpin mob wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
I'm talkin sic wid it

Livin in California ain't always to cute
Like New Orleans
You can fuck around and get yo head put
On flat in a road rage dispute
The poor get poorer
And the rich keep gettin richer
These hoers keep pourin
And the spicks keep getting slicker
I play the game for what it s worth
Hard like penitentiary steel not
Soft like a Nerf
I know some cats, seriously homey maybe twice
Ain't neva been pass four
Blocks in they li-a-life
Dudes can't even dream a
Dream about gettin paid
Just sittin on the corner sittin
There for about a decade
I might not be the sharpest tool in
The shed but I'm a rebel
Some cats'll bury their self alive
Just to prove they know how to use a shovel
And about you sounding like everybody else
Ass rappers knock my flow
But in the back of your
Head you really be sayin
That their nigga right their be snappin
That nigga from the bay
I ain't even gon lie pimpin
That nigga a fool right their
He got a fool style
That nigga their can go&go

Clown wit it, Clown wid it pimpin mob wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it i mean sic wid it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it pimpin mob wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
I'm talkin sic wid it