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Lyrics for 999999 1 A Mealticket by E:
| | | Artist: | E |
| | Album: | The Element of Surprise | | Track: | 999999 1 A Mealticket | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 243 | | | | Lyrics: | E-40]
Huh? Want me to speak the real?
[Kaveo]
Speak the real man
[E-40]
Nigga speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak
the real
Speak the real
It's a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio
Shack digital motel six oÂ’ clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit
the grind
You can't afford to pass no money I know you heard about that"
What, what?
"Task raided Millersville Ms. Miller had a heart attack"
Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't
it huh?
I know, she was a good person for certain I know
V-Town, California where I
was born, raised and grown
And since 1979 I been a hustler on the go
You know the
drill
My mission for real
A mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely
approachin seven digits
Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust
Best believe niggas
know better than fuck with us
I'm pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino
Big bid,
fuckin off feddie I could've put down on a crib
I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose
Don't make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam
Fuck the stress
I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my
neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
That's
what he do for a living
That's all he's used to
Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves and
residue, Biotch!!!!
(Hook)
[Kaveo]
Bullshit ain't nothin
You see
we gone keep this thuggin
and mean muggin jump until it's a done deal
You see E-40 and
Sick Wid It bring the real nothin but
What if I bring this back down?
You gots to be
about it or be without it
[E-40]
Be about it or without it
Ay, you know
what? I smell you on that playboy, look
We fin to run down a a whole tac on these bitch ass
niggaz
Niggas ain't smellin this shit
We do this shit
Last night I
slapped a bitch upside her dome
With my faulty phone
That heifer's tired
She
tried to slash my tire
Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji
From the track
She use to hold my sack
I use to dick her down way back in 86
She use to look
just like a skank
But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy that bich is bad
For what it's worth, the pussy smelled like Certs
Victoria's Secret
Now folks just
remember I never said I thought about lickin pussy
I said I never thought about eatin
Keepin it and treatin it nice
Fuck that I'm a hog
I put it down, I'm from the hood
Where I live, on the outskirts
And down on the tuck in the cut
In Clemente
Apartments man
I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my name
I'm strictly
ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried
Ready for combat if you plottin and plannin
Oh if
you come for me and confiscate my dough
Let the buzzer be the bail
But my suggestion
is to stay within your envelope
I'm block to block, swingin on vines
Community
service, put up stop signs
(Hook)
[Kaveo]
Uhhh!!! Hold the
fuck on!!
Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope?
Sheeit, these timers are green to the game
They ain't know nothin about these tramps
six bedroom flats and gettin dealt and held a hand across the mat
You see we from the Yay
where we control they minds
and put these hoes on the grind
[E-40]
Ain't got to but I still touch it
Went to the Seven Eleven picked up a traders book and
bought a bucket
Use to have a perm bigger than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut
that bitch off cause see your patna had warrant
That I ain't even handled yet although I'm
havin cake
The little homie from the hood want me to put out his tape
He kinda tight
too, remind me of The Click crew
Cause they was spittin that old high powered
Godzilla
ballin guru ass type shit you
can relate to, wake to, 'scape to when it's sunny
Ride
by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these streets like I know my dick
I can tell you
who the nigga is that's about to get jacked
And the nigga that pulled the lick
I got
this bitch on lock
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still
in this roster
Kilogram, coca leaf and morphien
What about my niggas in the 4-1-5
Look what they made
My niggaz in the city
They call it made
Top grade
regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck
Sheit,
sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit...
Hell yeah, sheit!!
999,999 plus a
dollar, plus a dollar man
plus a dollar, plus a dollar man equals a mealticket bitch
Biotch!!!
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