dey ain’t no lyrics – e-40

zapp iv beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back
water in the duals make loud gl*ss pack
gold tippytoes without a liquor crown
bought a set of vogues and left the, stickers on
seven grand worth a buck for the trunks
paid cash, all ones
some old b*tch came up to me and said, “what’s the latest bro?”
i said, “i’m tryin to have more chips than las vegas hoe”
she said, “can i roll with you? i get the d*cks hard”
i said, “you can work the strips and on my boulevard”
“how much would i make?” i said, “mega
just bring me back my scrill scratch paper”
heart heart money money street street hustle
s*x, drugs, smuggle, bubble
h*rns, dialin, speakers, subbin
sound just like the inside of a club-bin
how many times could a conrad come so b*ttery?
always on to’ back have people lovin me
alcoholic drunk that ain’t no gimmick b
i’m always in and out the betty ford clinic see
drunk paraphenalia cream b*tterscotch
illegal like a garbage of hover rocks
workin off my pager you know the ropes i’m makin that
cabbage cornbread like oprah
diamond satch-uels from ja-f*ckin-hoe
pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt
in a major way i tried to told ya
n*gg*z have my sh*t f*cked back in the days but now they know a
sold a bunch of units underground
they was b*mpin save a hoe in every town
rumor has it that i died i got smoked main
but i’m alive, they was talkin about somebody else main

we say dem n*gg*z p.h.
but dey really ain’t knowin, dey ain’t no
me rather stack more papes
and steady get to bubblin, yeah fo’ sho’

revenues, on my mind
i can’t hold back, now’s the time
bust a dope addict crack fiend in the jaw
fool had his spook on tried to steal my car
da bay, where hoes be janky, sheist
and n*gg*z, do so much dirt we got lice
prices, go up and down like a teeter-totter
filthy sh*t, ring around the collar
just the other day i heard a bootsy n*gg* shout
“man that n*gg* don’t be doin all that d*mn sh*t he talk about”
fools think they know me think they got me figured out
but n*gg*… n*gg*?!
i plays this sh*t for bread and meat
so n*gg* if you feel froggish leap
i don’t smoke dog food sherm loop or snow
but i leave a trail of beadies everywhere i go
so tell a friend like alpha beta
i’m gonna get it like t.c. the money maker, i know you’re with it
mayday mayday, unexplained object comin your way
breaker breaker it’s e-40 b*tches call me the ahh
ballin *ss, tight clean talkin big willer
money hungry, penny pinchin stingy n*gg*
on the sc-rilla, always on the go-getter
scoop a baitch and we can split her


me have no time for de bullsh*ters (4x)

/ e 40 lyrics