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E-40 Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint Of A Self-made Millionaire Gangsterous Chorus: d-shot, e-40 We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) [d-shot] Well let me start again with a stiff chin, go 'head and take one I just begun, to break yo' ass off a lump sum With double (??), i got a (??) in the garage And ready to mob, so get the fuck up out of dodge Before i trip, and slap yo' ass with this new grip One slip of the tongue'll get your monkey ass hung Two lungs is what it takes to inhale the dank And one cap is all it takes to put you in the paint [the mossie] So beware, to stare, in the glare, of this infrared You dread the day we pull out the glock display One way, is what your headed down, we got the pound So bow down, and give me the ball because we on the mound Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit Chorus [e-40] Wha-da-da-dey, wha-da-da-da-dang Hustlin on the thirteen-hundred block slangin 'caine Call (??) bitch (??) (??) (??) With walkie-talkies and po-po scanners on the lookout for the pigs I make long bread, i brought big cars Everybody know the hustle, it's like i'm a movie star But in the middle of the night, out the mouth they foam Jumpers be knockin on my bedroom window With they cats with they friendly spook on talkin about "can i borrow some fetti? loan me a dimepiece til the first" And i be like, you mean to tell me yo' uppity ass Ain't got no money in yo' purse? "nah but i got a bic" a bic? Some dopefiend matches, a little bit of that and she'll suck yo' dick She's a bootch, she fat, she out there bad I promise you somethin proper lil' diva, the devil pleaser The neighborhood head doctor, i give a fuck about a chickenhead cluck I'm tryin to get papered up, i'm gangsterous Chorus [the mossie] We import chickens from the japanese Drop 'em off to the young homies If they come up short, we breakin knees, spines and spleens Killers on the team greated at the age of thirteen By all means makes niggaz buy cream from us Triple beam dreams is a motherfuckin must We slide through in a tough, black expedition truck If a nigga cross game they get ripped and bucked [d-shot] Buck 'em up, lay 'em down nigga, we for the figures If your money bigger, we got yo' head behind the trigger Cough it up nigga, we want the combo to the safe Give it up nigga, before i catch a murder case [the mossie] (??) it up nigga, ain't no survivors so realize it A half a ki, in the trunk is all mine, so penalize it I hit the block, serve a flock of that, good white girl Bust 'em down, bag 'em up and serve the whole damn world We gangsterous Bitches on niggaz, let them think they got game We sent them hoes, them hoes know bob by they name We put the p's in the pimpin, the s in the scandalous I understand that niggaz is quick to trick That's why i supply and deliver If the bitch don't perform, i gotta acquit her Send her to the mall or somethin In the trunk in richmond mall or somethin Chorus [the mossie] Gangsters, hoes down baby Here we come ridin, pullin up in mercedes Steppin through flossin campaignin like the president Straight to v.i.p., we all-american Gangsters, hoes down baby Here we come ridin, pullin up in mercedes Steppin through flossin campaignin like the president Straight to v.i.p., we all-american Chorus |
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