E-40, B-Legit - Whooped lyrics
[E-40, B-Legit - Whooped lyrics]
Half past faded, half past burnt
Half past zooted, half past turnt
Boy, I'm whooped boy, I'm whooped
Boy, I'm whooped i'm whooped
I'm havin' my mathematics
Packin' them semi-automatics
I was born to be a savage
From the cradle to the casket
I'm cut from a different fabric
Not no vinyl or no plastic
I ain't at the airport
(But what?) but I'm gettin' to the baggage
At the outdoor shootin' range is
Where I practice my science
Tryna apply for my CCW license
The rifles I bust is for
Huntin' wildlife and bison
The people I trust are my family, kids
And my wife and most of you niggas fakes
See right through you suckas
Like Christmas wrappin' tape
Open you up tryna run up in my estate
Try your luck, meet your fate
Get cut down like a Wagu steak
Put some holes in your face just
Like a wrought iron gate
I don't let grass grow up under my feet
I stay bustin' patterns
I could stay like a license plate
At a bar or a tavern these bitches be on me
They like the way I finesse
The way that I carry it and
The way that I dressbiATCH!
Half past faded, half past burnt
Half past zooted, half past turnt
Boy, I'm whooped boy, I'm whooped
Boy, I'm whooped i'm whooped
Get to feelin' like aliens around me
('Round me) paranoid, I be on the OG (OG)
Bag underrated if you ask me (Ask me)
Could put it in the can where the trash be
(Trash be)
Bitches love B la, he a activist (Activist)
Forever locked in with the Africans
(Africans)
On the frontline with a black stick
(Black stick)
Military issue, get to clappin' them
(Clappin' them)
California face on a Georgia peach
(Georgia peach)
Met a nigga up when I'm in the streets
(In the streets)
Tryna do it all, she a little freak
(Little freak)
Her homegirl with her, really wanna eat
(Wanna eat)
Watch her lick it up, she gon' hit it up
(Hit it up)
Baby girl a nut, she gon' spit it up
(Spit it up)
Remy in her cup, lemon in her blunt
(In her blunt)
And I've been gettin' fucked up all month
(BIATCH)
Half past faded, half past burnt
Half past zooted, half past turnt
Boy, I'm whooped (Boy, I'm whooped)
Boy, I'm whooped (Boy, I'm whooped)
Boy, I'm whooped (Boy, I'm whooped)
I'm whooped (Whooped)
Boy, I'm whooped (Boy, I'm whooped)
Boy, I'm whooped (Boy, I'm whooped)
Boy, I'm whooped (Boy, I'm whooped)
I'm whooped (Whooped)
Half past zooted, half past turnt
Boy, I'm whooped boy, I'm whooped
Boy, I'm whooped i'm whooped
I'm havin' my mathematics
Packin' them semi-automatics
I was born to be a savage
From the cradle to the casket
I'm cut from a different fabric
Not no vinyl or no plastic
I ain't at the airport
(But what?) but I'm gettin' to the baggage
At the outdoor shootin' range is
Where I practice my science
Tryna apply for my CCW license
The rifles I bust is for
Huntin' wildlife and bison
The people I trust are my family, kids
And my wife and most of you niggas fakes
See right through you suckas
Like Christmas wrappin' tape
Open you up tryna run up in my estate
Try your luck, meet your fate
Get cut down like a Wagu steak
Put some holes in your face just
Like a wrought iron gate
I don't let grass grow up under my feet
I stay bustin' patterns
I could stay like a license plate
At a bar or a tavern these bitches be on me
They like the way I finesse
The way that I carry it and
The way that I dressbiATCH!
Half past faded, half past burnt
Half past zooted, half past turnt
Boy, I'm whooped boy, I'm whooped
Boy, I'm whooped i'm whooped
Get to feelin' like aliens around me
('Round me) paranoid, I be on the OG (OG)
Bag underrated if you ask me (Ask me)
Could put it in the can where the trash be
(Trash be)
Bitches love B la, he a activist (Activist)
Forever locked in with the Africans
(Africans)
On the frontline with a black stick
(Black stick)
Military issue, get to clappin' them
(Clappin' them)
California face on a Georgia peach
(Georgia peach)
Met a nigga up when I'm in the streets
(In the streets)
Tryna do it all, she a little freak
(Little freak)
Her homegirl with her, really wanna eat
(Wanna eat)
Watch her lick it up, she gon' hit it up
(Hit it up)
Baby girl a nut, she gon' spit it up
(Spit it up)
Remy in her cup, lemon in her blunt
(In her blunt)
And I've been gettin' fucked up all month
(BIATCH)
Half past faded, half past burnt
Half past zooted, half past turnt
Boy, I'm whooped (Boy, I'm whooped)
Boy, I'm whooped (Boy, I'm whooped)
Boy, I'm whooped (Boy, I'm whooped)
I'm whooped (Whooped)
Boy, I'm whooped (Boy, I'm whooped)
Boy, I'm whooped (Boy, I'm whooped)
Boy, I'm whooped (Boy, I'm whooped)
I'm whooped (Whooped)