$tupid Young, E-40 - All Day lyrics

[$tupid Young, E-40 - All Day lyrics]

Paupa Got Beats making history, on God

Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on
I can never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one nigga that I changed on
I been gettin' to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My niggas ride for me, yeah, we some thugs
They on the side of me
Strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love

Decades, decades, I been in it for decades
(Decades)
Methane, propane, ninety-one oct-tin-ane
Cocaine, cocaine comin' up outta the gih name
(Gih name)
Magazine that's the street I clih name
Some of my comrades doin' it big
Some of my comrades doin' it small
Me personally, I sell music and alcohol
They call me E-40, I'm not a phony (Phony)
The soil love me like fried bologna
(Fried bologna)
I'm havin' my cheese and grit's with
My prawns and my fried fish
Back in the glory days
I used to sell hella bricks
Then I went into hibernation
And took a vacation (How many years ago?)
Thirty plus years ago, statute of limitations
(Limitation) when I was flea-flickin'
I was servin' the other side (For real?)
But they didn't even know
Just me and my guys (The deal)
The other side can't be anywhere in your city
(Anywhere) when there was a drought I
Was breakin' down zippies (Onions)
Bitch

Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on
I can never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one nigga that I changed on
I been gettin' to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My niggas ride for me, yeah, we some thugs
They on the side of me
Strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love

Big bag, I been getting to the money
I know niggas out here really wish I'm bummy
Glock twenty-three tucked by the tummy
Cocked it back, pull the
Trigger, nigga, please, don't be a dummy
We gon' ride around his block
And let them shots off
If we catch an opp slippin'
Let them Glocks off
All my niggas official and y'all be knockoffs
Bitch, we do this in loving memory of Popoff
Uh i been gettin' to the bag
Put on for my section
I can't really trust a soul
So I keep a weapon
Got Balencis on my feet every time I step in
Two fingers with a thumb
You know what I'm reppin'
Young nigga and I gotta get my bang on
Keep a Glock every time I got my chains on
Big chopper, enemigos we gon' rain on
Young nigga, I'm just tryna put the gang on

Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on
I could never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one nigga that I changed on
I been gettin' to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My niggas ride for me, yeah we some thugs
They on the side of me
Strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love

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