E-40, Celly Cel, B-Legit - H.I. Double L. lyrics

Hey ah, which way should I steer ah
The beat keeps knockin down
My rearview mirror
Pervin like a mothafucka swervin
Hope I don't scrub in my '95 Suburban
To go throughout the community squattin
On gold tippy toes
Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish
Bidi posin niggas tweak
Quick fast in a hurry, don't worry
40 vision ain't blurry
Shorty hit the freeways right up the ways
Clownin like that nigga Joe Torry

Well, what do you know, it's siggity Cel
That funky niggaro, that funky nigga doe
Kickin in doors, you better grab ya ho
I see ya choosin in the late night
Creepin wit my nigga B-Legit and 40 Water
Ah shit
We're here-we're there-we're everywhere
Highly intox-icated but we don't care
I'm from the HILL the place
Where my niggas bail
A Mac muthafuckin 12 will send
Your ass straight to hell
A tick, a tock, they shook the spot
They say them crazy muthafuckas
Pulled out a chop (B-Legit)
I watch them muthafuckas run
I do this shit for fun
You niggas know you can't get none (E-40)
Biatch

I'm from the VALLEJOhI double L side, doe
Spittin straight game is all a
Nigga know and ahh
And they be like (there they go)
VALLEJOhI double L side, doe
Spittin straight game is all a
Nigga know and ahh
And they be like (there they go)

I tell a bitch what the fuck
You mean where I've been
And so what I smells like pussy and gin
I had money to make bitches to break
And if the shit was out of
Line I had lives to take
I told you from the gate that I'm a mobster
Sippin DP, eatin lobster
Don't get it confused, you won't get abused
As long as you makin' me them revenues
That miggity mack
That diggity dang and that niggity nut
Jump in the back of my cut with
A tramp slut and hit the guts
Ain't got no love for 'em
All I love to do is dick 'em
Pass 'em to the extra
Mannish nigga, 40 water, sic 'em
If I was Popeye I woulda told Bluto
'You could kiss my big black royal'
I'm not funkin' over Olive Oyl
Last night I had a superbad in my room
She sucked me 'til my dick
Shriveled up like a prune
Well pass the hussy to the left hand side
So I can bend her over, hit it from the back
And let her ride you know a Sick Wid It hog
Gotta put the shake down
Shoot her to the left, nigga
Hit me with that breakdown

I'm from the VALLEJOhI double L side, doe
Spittin straight game is all a
Nigga know and ahh
And they be like (there they go)
VALLEJOhI double L side, doe
Spittin straight game is all a
Nigga know and ahh
And they be like (there they go)

Beefeater, Tanqueray, Sapphire, Bombay
Either that or a punch bowl
Full of Hurricane Ethel
That'll last a nigga dang near all day
Smokin' herb, we gets perved, cop a squat
Let's hang out at the old Cola spot
Nigga, I'm a Looie, smokes damn near Q
So can I get a Twomp on my pager bill
You been blowin' me up
I know you know the code
31 double 07 dash 9 eleven high steppin'
Ya blankin off the blanks
Cuz I'm a "Rock star"
Here go dove rock, nigga
Let me use your fuckin car
All the way through
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, saturday
Threw up money tore up ass bootch you
Call the po po on me
Told 'em I was sideways doin about
A buck 50 in Solano County
Sheriffs pull my ass over, and book me
Caught me with a gun
And a bunch of Alizé bottles and they
Was askin me where I'm from and I saidbitch!

I'm from the VALLEJOhI double L side, doe
Spittin straight game is all a
Nigga know and ahh
And they be like (there they go)
VALLEJOhI double L side, doe
Spittin straight game is all a
Nigga know and ahh
And they be like (there they go)