E-40, Husalah, Clyde Carson - Lightweight Jammin' lyrics

I was goin thru some beats the
Otha day I ran across this
I said to myself this jammin I could'ntresist
My folks was like this who produced this
My potna off of a beer and a spliff
Jammin this beat ull make ya lungs collapse
Whatever he was smokin man I want some of dat
Whatever we be tottin man a le ass flat
It's ain't where u from it's how u
Come and where u be at
Where u be at yeah where I be at
Missouri atlanta kansas city portland sea tap
Kentucky nevada dallas tex detroit n da map
Arizona san diego fresno LA n sac
Jammin I put vallejo on the map rubberband
About to break can't hardly fit on
My stacks my bankroll out of shape gotta
Lose some wait it's too fat
How much money u make I
Can neva be exact BIAATCH!

That's lightweight jammin

Halfway that almost slap it kinda
Knock that might just clap
Feel good brand new bitches
Catchin feelings like willIam
Tonights gonna be a goodnight soon
As I pull up yo bitch is goodbye partyin
N jack jj gooodtimes
Burn every ball clyde just
Cook rhymes took time
But then she came this go this go that's
All she said mayonnaise mustard
All she spread
Freddy bein 2 and my 15s playin
Jammin gettin it diggin it dog easy to jammin
When she wettin the wall she get
To jammin n u likely to fall hood
Go hand when it's water and carl

That's lightweight jammin

Everytime she see the 73 she wanna
Get with a leather bee inside
I don't listen stop goin money what
The fuck is u tellin
Me oh shit husalah husalah dippin on
6s shittin on midgets slap
Tremendo knock ridiculous chicken shit and
Broke bitches wish n by?
Yolkin 4 barrels open hella
Sideways have the whole
Club chokin this shit go so damn maney
People catch the holy ghost like grandma n
Auntie husulah husalah he a damn boy
Ain't he fake suckas hate me they girl wanna
Take me I come through with the
Ganstas n the hustlas 8 rulers in my
Trunk that's 12 for u suckas bled