E-40 - The Mail Man lyrics

Kick this shit about the mail man

Time for the payback, backpay
Can't let homie live to see his birthday
AK, 47 hot ones to the kidney
Bootsee muthafucka didn't know what hit him
Went way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy
Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavy
Dummy, shouldn't have fucked off
All my fuckin' fetti that I gave him
Spent my shit with a nigga from another city
Then they doubled
Tripled and sold his ass some swivle
Little old sucker-butt nigga trust
The mail man
Now his ass is trash like a garbage can
Caught up in some shit with the mailman
The Mailman

(Boom boom) now they gloom
My strap went boom
(Boom boom) now they gloom
My strap went boom
(Boom boom) now they gloom
My strap went boom
Had him duckin' every muthafuckin' thing
Up in the room

They say these youngsters
Run the penitentiary (I think they do)
They say these youngsters doin' shit
That you wouldn't believe
They say these youngsters on the street
Snort hop like a muthafucka
(Hm hm) Well, check this part out, brother
(Okay) The nigga that the mail man shot
Little homie went to fetch
Himself a brand-new Glock
(That's right) Wired off that hop
Premeditated plot
I'll park around the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, retaliation on my mind
Nothin' against the Muslims
But I was raised eatin' swine
Trapped in the gidname since 1979
My niggas on the street taught me
To perk and drink wine
I'm young, full of cum, nuttin' to lose
Paid my dues, I'm settin' the rules
I got some clues, and I refuse
To let the sucker that killed
My homie get away smooth

(Boom boom) now they gloom
My strap went boom
(Boom boom) now they gloom
My strap went boom
(Boom boom) now they gloom
My strap went boom when I see the mail man
Then his ass is doomed

Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin', plottin'
Schemin', actin' like a demon
My pores is stinkin' and I'm all sweaty
Hallucinatin', smellin' like burnt spaghetti
Oh, no, the mail man gotta go
He killed my homie but he forgot
That it was one mo', to go
So I figured that he's after me too
The word on the streets is
That I'm after him, true
Now I'm waitin' for departure
'Cause, I'm never late on arrival
Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades
And Tommy oh, and I can't forget the Glock
'cause it's the most reliable
Shit, fuck it, I'ma just take the Glock deep
I scoped out his spot, I know where he sleeps
Hot-wired the Thunderbird
I'm headed for the suburbs
Mobbin', doin' about a buck fifty
Took the third exit to another
Part of the city now I'm his presence
About to let him have it
Caught him walkin' to his car
And now he's in a casket

(Boom boom) now they gloom
My strap went boom
(Boom boom) now they gloom
My strap went boom
(Boom boom) now they gloom
My strap went boom when I see the mail man
Then his ass is doomed
(Boom boom) now they gloom
My strap went boom
(Boom boom) now they gloom
My strap went boom
(Boom boom) now they gloom
My strap went boom
Had him hoppin' like a rabbit
Tryna touch the fuckin' moon

Mmm hmm mail means money, man
F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafucka
Mmm hmm, the mail man ass-out jungle
Gotta watch your back and play it well
Stay away from faulty muthafuckas
That's real

Boom boom boom boom boom! (Boom boom)
Boom boom boom boom boom! (Boom boom)
Boom boom boom boom boom! (Boom boom)
Hoppin' like a rabbit tryna
Touch the fuckin' moon
Boom boom boom boom boom! (Boom boom)
Boom boom boom boom boom! (Boom boom)
Boom boom boom boom boom! (Boom boom)
Now his ass is doomed