(E-40). Hey ah which way should I steer ah. The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror. Pervin like a mothafucka swervin. Hope I don't scrub in my '95 Suburban. To go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes. Peep breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin niggas tweak. Quick fast and a hurry don't worry 40 vision blurry. Shorty hit the freeways climbin like that nigga Joe Torre. (Celly Cel). What do you know it's siggity Cel. That funky niggero that funky nigga doe. Kickin in doors you beta grab ya hoe. I see ya cruisin in the late night. creepin wit my nigga B-Legit and 40 water ah shit. (40). We're here-we're there-we're everywhere. Highly intox-icated but we don't care. (B-Legit). I'm from the H.I.L.L. the place where my niggas bell. A mack muthafuckin 12 will send your ass straight to hell. (40). A tick a tock the shit da spot. They say them crazy muthafuckas pull out a chop. (B). I watch them muthafuckas run. I do this shit for fun. You niggas know you can't get none. (40). Biatch. Chorus-. I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O. H.I.L.L side doe. Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh. and they be like... (there they gooff to the liquor store). (B). I tell a bitch what the fuck you mean where I've been. And so what I smells like pussy and gin. I had money to make. Bitches to break and if the shit was out of line I had lives to take. I told you from the gate that I'm a mobster. Sippin DP eatin lobster. Don't get it confused you won't get abused. As long as you makin' me them revenues. (Cel). That miggity mack that diggity dang and that niggity nut. Jump in the back of my cut with a tramp slut and hit the gut. Ain't got no love for 'em all I love to do is dick 'em. Pass 'em to the extra mannish nigga 40 water. (40). If I was popeye with a ?. You could kiss my big black royal. I'm not funkin' over Oliveoil. Last night I had a superbad in my room. She sucked me till my dick shriveled up like a prun. (Cel). Well pass the Hussy to the left hand side. So I can bend her over hit it from the back and let her ride. You know it's Sick Wid It. Hog gotta put the shake down. Shot her to the left nigga hit me with the break down. Chorus. (40). Beefeater Tanqueray Safire Bombay. ? the punch bowl full of hurricane. That'll last a nigga dang near all day. Smokin' HERB we gets perved cop a squat. Let's hang out at the old Cola spot. (B). Nigga I'm a Louie smokes damn near Q. So can I get a Twomp on my pager here. You been blowin' me up. I know you know the code. 31 double 07 dash 9 eleven. (40). High steppin'. Ya blankin off the blanks. Cuz I'm a æœock staræ“§ate goin dove rock. Nigga let me use your fuckin car. All the way to sundaymondaytuesdaywednesdaythursdayfridaysaturday. Threw up money tore up ass botch you call the po po on me. Told 'em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Salonto County. Sheriffs pull my ass over and book me caught me with a gun. And a bunch of Alezah bottles and they was askin me where I'm from. And I said bitch.