Spice 1, E-40 - Mo' Mail lyrics
[Spice 1, E-40 - Mo' Mail lyrics]
Ah fuck it ah y'all got your nigga
E-40 in this motherfucker
I buzzin, finna step in
Kickin it in the Fac house motherfucker
Ay, G-Nut, Spice, Xtra-Large let em have it
Went out the house, I think it was a Sunday
Nigga was runnin with drop top
Drop havin a fun day
Kickin it with my niggas up on the block
Talkin shit drinkin Crooked I
I got the fat head rush
From the chocolate Thai
I'm feelin good I wanna kick it and hang out
But when the drive-by hit this
Is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a Glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip, load the clip
Put the joint to my lip
Get the motherfuckin forty
Take a real ass nigga hit
I'm sittin on my gat thinkin shit is cool
Some niggas roll up in an old school
I ain't trippin
Ay G you know this nigga's face
I heard the motherfuckin bass
Of a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Musty dead bodies and a catty bump, trump
Smellin up the neighborhood lyin
In the bushes somebody had mo' mail than the
Rest of the pushers
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Spice-1, you know some hustlers on the go boy
Look here, ay look here
They got schemes and scandals
Out there right?
When that funk is on this nigga
Check fan, the motherfucker gotta be about
As grit's and gravy in order to maintain
So society is a motherfucker, ain't it?
Ay, what about those niggas
On your dick nigga?
Ice, spit some shit about that shit nigga
Get off my dick nigga
Get your own motherfuckers steady mobbin
Gaffle the motherfuckers 'cause my jobbing
Shootin up motherfuckers was my hobby
Stop the tec-eleven on two-eleven
I did a robbery
Shot the mothefucker is grenades
That I'll be livin
Lowin the motherfuckers like a new
Pair of Levi's and used to think the cops
Were so motherfuckin friendly
Till they tied my cousin to a
Chair and broke his chin, g
My homie's motherfuckin head like a melon
Slavery is abolished except if
Ya a convicted felon
So dear Mr officer of the motherfuckin law
Rodney King don't need a trial
What was seen was what was saw
You could take the niggas up
Out the motherfuckin ghetto
But, you can't take the ghetto
Up out the motherfuckin niggas
Can't you hear the voice of
The niggas comin at cha?
Fuck you Mr president, I think I wanna gat ya
I need more mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the piles
I can't get enough, good, good
Good shit motherfucker good shit
I think I'm a little jet drunk motherfuck
Ay, look here ay I'm off
This Liquorice Rainall boy
You understand that don't ya
Huh, you feel it ay, ay look here nigga, ay
What I want you to do boy
Drop that other shit
I'll make this gat sing like
Motherfuckin Mary J blige
And reminisce on hearin a nigga's last
Breath when he slowly die
Stang his ass in the chest with the hollow
Capped him in his thr-thr-throat
So he can't swallow
R-a rat t-a tat put a buck in y'all
The motherfuckin six-foot Chucky doll
Comin to play with the trigger of the AK
Another real ass nigga from the East Bay
B-u-l-l-e t-p-r-o-o-f?
For the niggas who kid yourself
By losin your fuckin death blaow! Blaow!
Cap, we do it just like that
Quick to put a motherfucker brains in his lap
Smokin up a blunt as I reminisce
Of bloody body bags
A motherfucker going nutty blaow! Blaow!
Po' bust a knowledge route
Brown, notify his family, fuck it
Send his fingers home
'Cause the shit get major
I put the mortuary number up on his pager
Bitch, don't fuck with me
I know a gang of niggas that
Will shoot it up with me
I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
It's the S, the P
The IC-E with ya nigga E-40
(the pervin swervin)
Roll in to the curb and die
These motherfuckers don't understand
This shit boy this shit is so damn real man
Ay, nineteen ninety-tre-four-five
Ay, I got one of them
"Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers"
"Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers"
"Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers"
"Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers"
"Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers"
"Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers"
"Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers"
E-40 in this motherfucker
I buzzin, finna step in
Kickin it in the Fac house motherfucker
Ay, G-Nut, Spice, Xtra-Large let em have it
Went out the house, I think it was a Sunday
Nigga was runnin with drop top
Drop havin a fun day
Kickin it with my niggas up on the block
Talkin shit drinkin Crooked I
I got the fat head rush
From the chocolate Thai
I'm feelin good I wanna kick it and hang out
But when the drive-by hit this
Is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a Glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip, load the clip
Put the joint to my lip
Get the motherfuckin forty
Take a real ass nigga hit
I'm sittin on my gat thinkin shit is cool
Some niggas roll up in an old school
I ain't trippin
Ay G you know this nigga's face
I heard the motherfuckin bass
Of a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Musty dead bodies and a catty bump, trump
Smellin up the neighborhood lyin
In the bushes somebody had mo' mail than the
Rest of the pushers
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Yeah, I'm just a hustler
Spice-1, you know some hustlers on the go boy
Look here, ay look here
They got schemes and scandals
Out there right?
When that funk is on this nigga
Check fan, the motherfucker gotta be about
As grit's and gravy in order to maintain
So society is a motherfucker, ain't it?
Ay, what about those niggas
On your dick nigga?
Ice, spit some shit about that shit nigga
Get off my dick nigga
Get your own motherfuckers steady mobbin
Gaffle the motherfuckers 'cause my jobbing
Shootin up motherfuckers was my hobby
Stop the tec-eleven on two-eleven
I did a robbery
Shot the mothefucker is grenades
That I'll be livin
Lowin the motherfuckers like a new
Pair of Levi's and used to think the cops
Were so motherfuckin friendly
Till they tied my cousin to a
Chair and broke his chin, g
My homie's motherfuckin head like a melon
Slavery is abolished except if
Ya a convicted felon
So dear Mr officer of the motherfuckin law
Rodney King don't need a trial
What was seen was what was saw
You could take the niggas up
Out the motherfuckin ghetto
But, you can't take the ghetto
Up out the motherfuckin niggas
Can't you hear the voice of
The niggas comin at cha?
Fuck you Mr president, I think I wanna gat ya
I need more mail than the rest of the pushers
Mo' mail than the rest of the piles
I can't get enough, good, good
Good shit motherfucker good shit
I think I'm a little jet drunk motherfuck
Ay, look here ay I'm off
This Liquorice Rainall boy
You understand that don't ya
Huh, you feel it ay, ay look here nigga, ay
What I want you to do boy
Drop that other shit
I'll make this gat sing like
Motherfuckin Mary J blige
And reminisce on hearin a nigga's last
Breath when he slowly die
Stang his ass in the chest with the hollow
Capped him in his thr-thr-throat
So he can't swallow
R-a rat t-a tat put a buck in y'all
The motherfuckin six-foot Chucky doll
Comin to play with the trigger of the AK
Another real ass nigga from the East Bay
B-u-l-l-e t-p-r-o-o-f?
For the niggas who kid yourself
By losin your fuckin death blaow! Blaow!
Cap, we do it just like that
Quick to put a motherfucker brains in his lap
Smokin up a blunt as I reminisce
Of bloody body bags
A motherfucker going nutty blaow! Blaow!
Po' bust a knowledge route
Brown, notify his family, fuck it
Send his fingers home
'Cause the shit get major
I put the mortuary number up on his pager
Bitch, don't fuck with me
I know a gang of niggas that
Will shoot it up with me
I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
It's the S, the P
The IC-E with ya nigga E-40
(the pervin swervin)
Roll in to the curb and die
These motherfuckers don't understand
This shit boy this shit is so damn real man
Ay, nineteen ninety-tre-four-five
Ay, I got one of them
"Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers"
"Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers"
"Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers"
"Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers"
"Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers"
"Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers"
"Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers"