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(E-40)I never stayed my ass home I always thought that I was grownIn the traffic I was gone you see my head was made of stoneGot a problem with me?Then feel free muthafucka Don’t be talkin under yo breathCuz that might be the cause of your deathCuz I’ma quick to stop a nigga in his

[E-40]Don’t cha’ know…Yeah, it’s another one of those potentate, dope, laid backMob style, sippin’ yac, top of the line rhyme,Fuckin’ em’ like that therapy, don’t cha’ knowFuckin’ em’ like that there beats, don’t cha’ knowYeah, it’s another one of those potentate, dope, laid backMob style, sippin’ yac, top of the line rhyme,Fuckin’ em’ like that

[E-40]I’m in some deep shit, I got some niggas from another clickOn that ass trying to run me off a fuckin cliffWhat should I do? Where should go?How could I fake ’em?Bust a bitch on that ass and try and shake em and bake emFull speed ahead, I know they want my ass deadStill on

(E-40)I’m a little mannish muthafuckaI take after my older brotherStarted off selling marijuana but now I’m selling yolaShit was gettin hella funky at first when a nigga was stealin a bitches purseEnded up gettin kicked out of every Vallejo school they clocked me like a circusI was the little mannish motherfucker showing off in the

(yawn)(burp)It’s 9 AM (fuck)time for a poisima, life at incent, sit on the toiletsumpThe Rossi got me smellin like I’m dead inside (sniff)I’m stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin’ to hide I gotta go, flush the cumode, k , threw on the same damn clothes I woreyesterdayMe got some niggaz come down from outta town