Come On by E-40
Bitch I'm a hard head nigga
So don't ask me
I know a gang of motherfuckers say they gone blast me
Catch me dippin to some screw
Attitude rude, drippin sweat, about to finger-fuck this tech
I leave em stretch reaching for a rifle
Got him a pump before a nigga to duck to duck
I ain't no punk nigga this be mine for cease before them chippers and
cheese see we thievs
Give me some Valiums and some Robitussin and watch me do it
Dip my cancer stick into some 'balming fluid
Show your I.D then pass it right back to me cousin cause see I'm a minor
and these wet daddies got your partner sweating like drippy ass vagina
Let me up in this bitch-ass club security or me and my guys gone bum
rush these doors make it so it won't be no more rap shows
Yeah that's what I thought
I see wall to wall hoes bitches everywhere all over the place niggas
tippin off their green marbles just so hoes can sit on the face
( Distorted come on )
A funky lesson number one Mind ya own don't be in no mess
Number two when it's confidential hold it on your chest
Number three ( three ) don't be fuckin with me
Number four no more toe to toe the only way to let these motherfuckers
know is to flex
Wet they ass up leave em' bleeding like a Kotex
Boy we one tight bad ass clique
Niggas in my outfit gone be rappin rollin over sticks , spillin beans
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