Papoose, E-40 - What Happened lyrics
[Papoose, E-40 - What Happened lyrics]
Come to me with your hand out
I’m spitting on it i’m getting on it
What happened?
They only thing better than money is respect
I sent my young nigga to do
It in a black Buick
I’m representing with E-40
Smack a skinhead right on his clean baldy
Old English 800 bottle topper who drink 40’s
Highway patrol radar gun the beast’s on me
William Shakespeare be ghetto tellin'
A deep story
Ask my videographer he would tell
You I squeeze 40s
Infrared look like the button he
Used to record me
Black Buick orange and white Adidas
Is thе Pat Ewing's the arm and hammer baking
Soda cocaine crack music
I told my shootеr if he runs some pull it
They got them cameras in the center
When you come come hooded
His man was in the back black
And seen the front one looking
He came at me sideways
Why would some come crooked?
I told him stay still I don’t
Know why the fuck some wouldn’t
The chopper blew his leg off
And some one footed
I don’t play with dumb niggas man
I come from Brooklyn
The only dummy I ever dealt with
Was the dum dum bullet
Come to me with your hand out
I’m spitting on it i’m getting on it
What happened?
A lot of my partners in your program
Lumpaka Terminal Island
Making spreads tuna mayonnaise
Noodles and eggs
Some in the state some in in the feds
Some of them in for there swiping
Some of them in for busting heads
Most of the time I move with awareness, why?
Gotta watch niggas hands cause in the
Street there ain’t no fairness
They’ll throw a rock and then hide
Their hand like it never happened
Line you up with the opposition
Suckas be double backing
The gents I don’t trust them man they
Ain't built the way was built
There’s several levels out there who for
Fuckers out who get killed
When you trending in the trenches
You gotta stay where the stench is
Be ready to bust your clip
Never know when they try to hit
I’m about my gouda my asiago and brie
Thank you mom and aunty for
Always praying for me
I’m just speaking the gospel bro
I’m just speaking the truth
I keep it concrete and thorough
Just like the homie Papoose
Come to me with your hand out
I’m spitting on it i’m getting on it
What happened?
They only thing better than money is respect
I sent my young nigga to do
It in a black Buick
I’m spitting on it i’m getting on it
What happened?
They only thing better than money is respect
I sent my young nigga to do
It in a black Buick
I’m representing with E-40
Smack a skinhead right on his clean baldy
Old English 800 bottle topper who drink 40’s
Highway patrol radar gun the beast’s on me
William Shakespeare be ghetto tellin'
A deep story
Ask my videographer he would tell
You I squeeze 40s
Infrared look like the button he
Used to record me
Black Buick orange and white Adidas
Is thе Pat Ewing's the arm and hammer baking
Soda cocaine crack music
I told my shootеr if he runs some pull it
They got them cameras in the center
When you come come hooded
His man was in the back black
And seen the front one looking
He came at me sideways
Why would some come crooked?
I told him stay still I don’t
Know why the fuck some wouldn’t
The chopper blew his leg off
And some one footed
I don’t play with dumb niggas man
I come from Brooklyn
The only dummy I ever dealt with
Was the dum dum bullet
Come to me with your hand out
I’m spitting on it i’m getting on it
What happened?
A lot of my partners in your program
Lumpaka Terminal Island
Making spreads tuna mayonnaise
Noodles and eggs
Some in the state some in in the feds
Some of them in for there swiping
Some of them in for busting heads
Most of the time I move with awareness, why?
Gotta watch niggas hands cause in the
Street there ain’t no fairness
They’ll throw a rock and then hide
Their hand like it never happened
Line you up with the opposition
Suckas be double backing
The gents I don’t trust them man they
Ain't built the way was built
There’s several levels out there who for
Fuckers out who get killed
When you trending in the trenches
You gotta stay where the stench is
Be ready to bust your clip
Never know when they try to hit
I’m about my gouda my asiago and brie
Thank you mom and aunty for
Always praying for me
I’m just speaking the gospel bro
I’m just speaking the truth
I keep it concrete and thorough
Just like the homie Papoose
Come to me with your hand out
I’m spitting on it i’m getting on it
What happened?
They only thing better than money is respect
I sent my young nigga to do
It in a black Buick
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