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| E-40 Miscellaneous The Corruptor's Execution [pimp c] Hold up.. It's the motherfuckin corruptor! since i came i was a hustler It's a shame, i got to blow out niggaz brains To make these motherfuckers peep my game, i let em hang To the flo', snot on the snow, and full of kicked on rivals It's for survival, in the intestines of the city Cause the game's shitty, and piggly wiggly on the payroll So they can't bust us And we shine like diamond clusters, cause we some made motherfuckers [bun b] Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution) (it's the corruptor's execution) [e-40] I be workin and twerkin My portable digital triple beamer scale like a teeter-totter! (teeter-totter!) kind of like a see-saw, up and down (up and down!) A hundred and twelve milligrams of some of that there soft white Baby powder, equals a ? up the valley Heat up in the garbage dumpster, "who's sack is dat?" All the tiffles and po'po' (and what happened) i got it back (bitch!) don't make me do ya (don't make me do ya..) I know these streets, like the grayson's know jujitsu [bun b] Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution) (it's the corruptor's execution) [b-legit] I'm havin small change, with gats and hundred sacks I got to ball main (ball main) with thangs, i let em hang It ain't at all strange (at all strange) with game, remain the savage And cabbage, got to come, if not, five-oh for one I come with guns smokin (guns smokin) leave you croakin in oakland Without no words spoken (words spoken) put the chevy in drive And ride the block hopin (block hopin) not to choke up in ? With the strap, and the kick in the back, imagine that [bun b] Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution) (it's the corruptor's execution) [pimp c] Now we get the cash the stash and bash your brains All over this dashboard Give up the hash, and get you some gas Who'll blast you main in man's sport Now brrrr stick em i kick em, bobby you lick em We stole em and brick em to death K.s.'ll go left, finger flick em, bitches is breathin They last motherfuckin, breath On the real how you feel about caps get peeled I just baby deal with the talk You backin the guns and all the law So just hopin these bastards know that we strong Fuckin em quick in the back with the dick then Make sure ? don't know throw a trick in Keep yours eyes on nich-en Cause we stickin the bic in, any sick then [bun b] Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution) (it's the corruptor's execution) .. Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution) (it's the corruptor's execution) |
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