E-40, Droop-E - This A Boy lyrics

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This a boy, this shit clapped
This a boy, this shit clapped
This a boy, this shit clapped
This a boy, this shit clapped

Here, this muthafucka right here clapped
Running my alley, my zone, my habitat
I was on my way to the
Cannabis club and got a sack
And was stopping by the bottle shop on
Springs Road and brought some 'Gnac
And a little bit after that I got keyed
(you got keyed?)
Went to City and brought some gear from
I noticed a couple of youngsters
Kept on staring at me
But all they really wanted was
A picture of me you a soil celebrity
Gotta stay on your Bunyans
You never know who wanna
Slice yo fucking onion
I hopped up in my truck
Bumped into this broad
That I always wanted to fuck
Thicker than my brawl
Met her on Facebook, ass, titties and all
Cold part about it it was yesterday y'all

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This a boy, this shit clapped
This a boy, this shit clapped
This a boy, this shit clapped
This a boy, this shit clapped

Ugh, going in like curfew
Mouthpiece vicious
My nigga this shit'll hurt'cha
I am the Sick Wid It lieutenant, salute me
Family full of bosses, y'all just hoochies
See through a pussy nigga
Call that a cat scan
All black cap on, looking like Batman
Yeah, 'bout that money we don't play around
Y'all all talk, all bark like a playground
Get down or lay down, sit down or stay down
We G5, y'all niggas is Greyhound
My niggas get paid now I
Call them niggas my PayPals
Nigga we run this shit, y'all get chased out
I'm spaced out, I'm way out
Cut from that cloth, no face towel
Ugh, and I had to bring it back
Bitch this a wrap like a Taliban hat bIATCH!

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This a boy, this shit clapped
This a boy, this shit clapped
This a boy, this shit clapped
This a boy, this shit clapped

Naturally do damage with it
Sliding on candy toy
Helicopters over our head like balloon boy
Hustlers hustling, having they're bread
Fuck the Elroy
Bully club cuffing, chasing, busting
Beating down my cousin
Everyday action flashing
Like Messy Marv what's happenin'
Stacking and rapping, getting my money right
Mashing
Think about buying me a Harley bike, smashing
I hit the club and fucked a couple dykes
Tramping
Uhh, bitches be loving the way I care
Loving the way I wear, loving the way I say
Uhh, bitches be loving the way I fuck
Loving the way I cuss, loving the way I bust
Doing and pitching and skipping and skating
And flipping and lifting weight
Shaking and baking and coco whippin'
Twist it making cake flying and gliding
Diving and dipping in my '98
Oldsmobile classic like a Delta 88 bIATCH!

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This a boy, this shit clapped
This a boy, this shit clapped
This a boy, this shit clapped
This a boy, this shit clapped