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Spittin' Lyrics

Artist: E-40
Album: In A Major Way

Woke up in the A.M. toasted out of my cranium
Gotta take a shit took a dump in the Mediterranean
Flushed the toilet hit the shower
Snatched a fit up out the clos'
Miles of a '96 broom handle
Hangin half way out my drawers
You niggas better feel me I got patrons to serve
Nigga got to starts pay props will deserve
Fuck my (trumpium?) smile my (benevioulum?)
Might do dirt fuck you on my way to see these chickies
Cause in this cheese yeah really
She likes to go ah, downtown
She likes it when I, pound pound
Hears it when I crack it
Call me Barney Rubble stick the juice down so duck
Had the pussy poppin bubbles
Scratchin the paint off up of the walls
Pickin off in them drawers, rebel without a pause
She could feel the next stain swimmin in Niagara Falls
Now no matter extra meal, managin the place
All up in the motherfuckin' tall can face
Streets make you broke, Forty Water ain't no joke
Make way, say hey, check my display
Buck the shit to your tape
And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit
(Chorus)
40 took a forty to the fuckin dome
And now they got me spittin on the microphone...
40 took a forty to the fuckin dome
And now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch!
Drunker than a motherfucker spittin that shit
High rank, nigga poor
Skat scratch taller than Manute Bol
Cash rules everything around me
40 why they why they get the money
Oh tell me baby that no catch a bitch while 40 7-11
me and a (staircase?) mo weird
1-luv to my niggaz in the youth, dog
Gettin strong, bulkin up, drinkin prune oil
Y'all say me I need some extra whoop I think I need a drink
The waiter got me fuckin like me right in here
bitches sooner than I think
The LAPD's on crack man
They shot my nigga Tone Tucker in the back man
Prejudice motherfucker!
What niggas need to do is lay low key now
Squash the fuckin uh-uh start nothing
Hang with tactical edged (staple?) highly easy
to be converted to a mack-1
Twice as righteous, makin poor boys like us
Drink with me, stackin bass
And I'm gone for home
I drunk a 40 to the fuckin door
(Chorus)
I'm no guide, don't call me hostess
Niggaz don't you know I'm addicted to explosives?
Lookin for the bed bugs, buy a sleep light
Be ready for the tip-toeing phantoms at night
When I open em for rent
Smokin something for the hatest terminator instigator
Nigga just bought from Traders
Tyler you lookin all for some of that bit you got a
nigglet your life is set why you ungreatful motherfuckas
you better get somewhere where they love you at
I've been struglin strive so hard to make my shit obese
Paceing back and forth
Gritting my teeth
C-C-L-L-I-I-C-K
Northern California beat
I feed your ass
Lookin ambitious as the motherfuckin bumble
Soundin' off car alarms
My shit ain't nothin humble
Gotta say wassup to some niggas on my team
Niggas like Rec-Street and Nicky motherfuckin green

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