E-40 - Hot lyrics
[E-40 - Hot lyrics]
Uhh h2, 26 inch shoes
Big boy toys, air traveller iceman shoes
Straight fool
Look at the way that I wear my hair
Look at the pants and the clothes I wear
Look at the way my that my necklace glare
Cars exotic pimpskillet narcotics
Got 'em pimpskillet, sippin' on some Hypnotiq
Pimpskillet a bossy alottamajig
And Sick Wid It we pack staplers and zigs
And hunting gear equipment
Rug-ers are rigged
I spit at chickens and pidgeons
I flip the clippers at falcons
And box Chevy's dippin'
Thou'n! Smokin' with my next door neighbor
Coughin', turtle and tobacco paper
Gangsta, read all about it
Northern Califoolya got THE talent
Play mindgames and talk slick and slide in
That's why the P's be poppin'
And the mackin' be multiplyin'
Me and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin' out the state from us
This is Sick Wid It, you can't fuck with us
The Candyman
In the kitchen with the pots and pans
Fiends makin' bass pipes, out of ink pens
Where the cherries'll let ya hustle forever
But soon as the murders start occurin'
They gon' come get ya
Soon as the money start to
Flowin' somebody gon' snitch ya
Soon as the rellis get to
Knowin' that youse a fixture
Off in the bushes on
Surveillance takin' a picture
So the poorer get poorer and
The richer keep gettin' richer
Real like estate
My works carry a lot of weight
Never on time, always late on a concert date
Get it Raoul
Does he know what flavor the Bay
Back up in three-one oh they
Give me the playa rank
Born on a MON-DAY! Forty Bela-FONTE!
Skippin' and skatin' and slidin'
Bouncin' and dippin' and glidin'
Spittin' and rappin' and rhymin'
Ballin' and wellin' and timin'
Me and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin' out the state from us
This is Sick Wid It, you can't fuck with us
Boy you the opposite of cold!
Your lyrics stick out
Like a turd in a punchbowl
You don't give a man fish
You teach him how to fish
You don't give a broad chips
You reverse that shit
I'm talkin' about cheese (cheese)
Only time that you 'sposed to do that when
She's yo' main squeeze
Got your babies, drive Mercedes
No if's or maybe's, that's your lady
Quiet on the set!
E-40 Belafonte the greatest game spitter of
All time beatin' down vets
Comin' around the corner in that
Clean-ass convertible droptop Corvette
How can I forget a lil' bumpy face
And a bottle of that there Moet
I bumped into this HOTTIE
At a ghetto-ass PARTY
Frankie V jeans I seen
Lookin' so fresh and so clean
Got her all up on my team
Jockin' my glare and my gleam
Me and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin' out the state from us
This is Sick Wid It, you can't fuck with us
HOT! 40 Water is hOT! Sick Wid It still
HOT! Number one and we hOT!
HOT! 40 Water is hOT! Sick Wid It still
HOT! Number one and we hOT!
HOT! HOT!
HOT! HOT!
Big boy toys, air traveller iceman shoes
Straight fool
Look at the way that I wear my hair
Look at the pants and the clothes I wear
Look at the way my that my necklace glare
Cars exotic pimpskillet narcotics
Got 'em pimpskillet, sippin' on some Hypnotiq
Pimpskillet a bossy alottamajig
And Sick Wid It we pack staplers and zigs
And hunting gear equipment
Rug-ers are rigged
I spit at chickens and pidgeons
I flip the clippers at falcons
And box Chevy's dippin'
Thou'n! Smokin' with my next door neighbor
Coughin', turtle and tobacco paper
Gangsta, read all about it
Northern Califoolya got THE talent
Play mindgames and talk slick and slide in
That's why the P's be poppin'
And the mackin' be multiplyin'
Me and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin' out the state from us
This is Sick Wid It, you can't fuck with us
The Candyman
In the kitchen with the pots and pans
Fiends makin' bass pipes, out of ink pens
Where the cherries'll let ya hustle forever
But soon as the murders start occurin'
They gon' come get ya
Soon as the money start to
Flowin' somebody gon' snitch ya
Soon as the rellis get to
Knowin' that youse a fixture
Off in the bushes on
Surveillance takin' a picture
So the poorer get poorer and
The richer keep gettin' richer
Real like estate
My works carry a lot of weight
Never on time, always late on a concert date
Get it Raoul
Does he know what flavor the Bay
Back up in three-one oh they
Give me the playa rank
Born on a MON-DAY! Forty Bela-FONTE!
Skippin' and skatin' and slidin'
Bouncin' and dippin' and glidin'
Spittin' and rappin' and rhymin'
Ballin' and wellin' and timin'
Me and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin' out the state from us
This is Sick Wid It, you can't fuck with us
Boy you the opposite of cold!
Your lyrics stick out
Like a turd in a punchbowl
You don't give a man fish
You teach him how to fish
You don't give a broad chips
You reverse that shit
I'm talkin' about cheese (cheese)
Only time that you 'sposed to do that when
She's yo' main squeeze
Got your babies, drive Mercedes
No if's or maybe's, that's your lady
Quiet on the set!
E-40 Belafonte the greatest game spitter of
All time beatin' down vets
Comin' around the corner in that
Clean-ass convertible droptop Corvette
How can I forget a lil' bumpy face
And a bottle of that there Moet
I bumped into this HOTTIE
At a ghetto-ass PARTY
Frankie V jeans I seen
Lookin' so fresh and so clean
Got her all up on my team
Jockin' my glare and my gleam
Me and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin' out the state from us
This is Sick Wid It, you can't fuck with us
HOT! 40 Water is hOT! Sick Wid It still
HOT! Number one and we hOT!
HOT! 40 Water is hOT! Sick Wid It still
HOT! Number one and we hOT!
HOT! HOT!
HOT! HOT!