E-40, Husalah, Turf Talk - This Goin' Up lyrics

[E-40, Husalah, Turf Talk - This Goin' Up lyrics]

Up, up, and away we go (And away we go)
Got a fifth of that oil, and a bag of 'dro
(Bag of 'dro) that I copped from the soil
That we finna blow (Finna blow)
Higher than Pluto, that's where I'm tryna go
(Tryna go)
Mars, Saturn, out the hempmisphere
(Hempmisphere)
(Did you say hemisphere?) Nah
The hempmisphere (Hempmisphere)
Bars, patterns, hella far from here
(Far from here)
Buzz Lightyears, not Bud Light beer
(Light beer)
We been doing this every day, the same thang
(Same thang)
Mobbin' and mashin' and switching lanes
(Switching lanes)
Wylin' and spazzin', it's a shame
(It's a shame)
Trappin' and traveling, planes and trains
(Planes and trains)
Seriousness, out of body experiences
(Experiences)
Mysterious, curious, furious, hilarious
(Hilarious)
If you test my cool, I'ma do the fool
Leave your ass slumped over
I'm the same way every time you see me, fool
Drunk or either sober
I don't just only like to fuck but
I like to get fucked up
I don't just only like the white
I like the dark in my cup
Never sell myself short (Sell myself short)
I'm always in and out of court
(Living this ghetto life)
Trying to get rich twice (Rich twice)
Three, four, five, six, seven
Eight, nine, ten, eleven
(Eleven) never leave the crib
Never left without my weapon (Weapon)
Me and my niggas go with our first mind
Not our second (Not our second, BIATCH)

Bitch, we mob so mainey
I can't stop if she don't pay me
Yeah, this slap is so damn crazy
'Cause, I mob so goddamn mainey
This goin' up, this goin' up, this goin' up

I'm a goddamn maniac mobbin'
So every time you see me, bitch
Bass throbbin' golasoaso, Jesus Cristo
Husalah guapo, I live illegal
Sold perrigo, dump with choppers
Husalah Husalah, bend blocks with mobbers
Suckas holla'n a "mob" but
They really ain't mobbin'
Green light on sight
Being stripped and robbed
Gettin' sucked in the Chev' like a schizo
Then bitch put a rack on my kicks so
The bitches on my dick
Eleven hundred on my shirt 'cause
I rep for the turf
Yeah, I'm beautiful and gorgeous
But chopps is rippin'

Bitch, we mob so mainey
I can't stop if she don't pay me
Yeah, this slap is so damn crazy
'Cause, I mob so goddamn mainey
This goin' up, this goin' up, this goin' up

Dopeman, dopeman, pharmaceut'al
Early on the block with a cup o' noodle
Kick door, kick door, no problemo
If I think a nigga got it
I'm through that window (Gimme that)
Gangsta crazy, sniffing coca
Pop, pop, pop, my la vida loca
No comprende, speak no English
If it ain't about money, potna
It ain't my business
Old school money like Troop and Fila
Five chains on, got that Mr t look
Pull up one deep, take your wife off
I swear I got a Benz
That'll fuck your life off
Bitches out here choosing 'cause
They heard I do it big
Bitch, don't give me half of nothing
I need every dime you get (Get up on it)

Bitch, we mob so mainey
I can't stop if she don't pay me
Yeah, this slap is so damn crazy
'Cause, I mob so goddamn mainey
This goin' up, this goin' up, this goin' up

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