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Album: Miscellaneous (2008)
Artists: E-40

  1. (i'll Be Yo) Huckleberry
  2. 1-Luv
  3. Baller Blockin'
  4. Baller's Lady
  5. Bootsee
  6. Carlos Rossi
  7. Chip in Da Phone
  8. Circumstances
  9. Come On
  10. Da Bumble
  11. Dey Ain't No
  12. Don't Blame It On Me
  13. Drought Season
  14. Dusted 'n' Disgusted
  15. Every Year
  16. Extra Mannish
  17. Fed
  18. Federal
  19. Growing Up
  20. H.I. Double L.
  21. Hide 'n' Seek
  22. I Like What You Do to Me
  23. I Wanna Thank You
  24. I'm Straight
  25. It is What it Is
  26. It's All Bad
  27. Keep Pimpin'
  28. Let Em Have It
  29. Mack Minister
  30. Million Dollar Spot
  31. Nuttin' Ass Nigga
  32. Outsmart the Po-Po's
  33. Outta Bounds
  34. Planned Obsolescence
  35. Rapper's Ball
  36. Rat Heads
  37. Ring It
  38. Sideways
  39. Smoke 'n' Drank
  40. Spittin'
  41. Sprinkle Me
  42. The Corruptor's Execution
  43. Yay Deep


E-40
Miscellaneous
I'm Straight
[e-40]
Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie
Think he mixin some hash with some of that humboldt county grass
With dis sleazy from union city, she wanted to freak me
When i was sticky but we did it anyway
Look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler
Up under my seat, why? robbers on my feet
Uhh, cops elroy's po-po's wanna glock me
Chops, elroy's ran up in my car
I hope none of y'all ain't in there crackin on the presedential
Under my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin
And up in there singin a capella
Cause that ain't the way the game was designed
You 'posed to see that if you blind
Blastin, cocked to the side, blowzin
Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp - walkin
I'ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklin
Pullin out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and i be bossin

Chorus: e-40

Where all my hustlers at?
Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats?
Where all my shooters? dude when you stay, pop collars
Smoke tweed, twenty-fo' hours
Where all my ballers at?
Where all my timahs, shot callers at?
Where all my grimies? it's heavy weight
Give me the money, the pussy, the car and i'm straight

[e-40]
I pull up on the set - somebody died?
Why all the long faces - playboy, it's dry
Dry as in dry? dry as in thirsty
Cause we ain't had no work since thursday
Know you ain't believe us but i got it, who want it?
By the way how y'all been survivin? shoot we been steppin on it!
Uhh - cut out the middle
From here on out {*cough*} no more scribble
Fast quota, fuck a slow nig'
Nigga my fetti's just as long as ron jeremy's dick!
Eighty-one years olda, pimpin don't trip!
Who you be bumpin? e-40 and the click!
Uhh, i see the heads know me in the wind(?)
Family where you been? the pen, get in!
Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the block
What you see two crackheads steppin over, what? a rock

Chorus

[e-40]
Gimme a, cadillac with a black man's drank
A forty ounce, the ghetto champagne
The lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to bounce
Take off her clothes and get butt-naked, southern girl down south
A record deal so i ain't gotta dope deal
A faithful botch, a home-cooked meal
Take, i like a (?) estate
With them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate

Chorus 2x
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