Viewing Lyrics for $999,999 + $1 = A Mealticket:
| | | Artist: | E-40 |
| | Album: | The Element Of Surprise | | Track: | $999,999 + $1 = A Mealticket | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 32 | | | | 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
o?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
Mescaline, 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!!!
Sheit! sheit! | | | |
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