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E-40 Lyrics

Album: In A Major Way

Smoke 'n' Drank Lyrics

(spit that shit) 

Durrin a playa like Ma Dukes 

I think I recall when I got my first tooth 

I was a teeny little ol teether perv on flea little bitches 

Some like a little further on down the line 

started fuckin with moonshine all kind of wines 

Stood in front of the liquor house so I can get mine from old timers 

Buy me a drank man I know it's against the law my name's liquor sport 

What you need my little catarada a packet of kool-aid and some throw 

up 

What else? A thing of B's and a short naked Night Train 

Whatchu gonna give me? A crumpled up foodstamp that I won in a dice 

game 

Preciate it playa, I'm up out of this bitch bout to go hook up 

with my side hill now them shits relatives simple ones kinfolks 

Good folks, y'know, y'know 

Twisted, slogan, me and my fools be out there back pervin 

To' back on your face and started to roll over 

*chorus* 

Let's perv, throw up, and drank again 

Let's get high, loaded, and smoke again 

(repeat 2X) 

Just wakin up from my hang-over 

Still high, like I swallowed an ounce of 

hell yeah I don't wanna ever be sober 

Like bein toishin, wake up in the same position, open up the safe 

Peep the stash, lookin mighty healthy, plenty of cash 

Grabbed my partner from up out the charger 

And then made a dash called up the folks today is the day 

for my nigga's birthday twelve o'clock come through gon get beat 

By who? By them hog mark niggaz in the cleats 

We's deep, no remorse no feelings retardos no sorrow 

Drink it til your motherfuckin insides turn holes to cross and wallow 

Back to back, struck and strikin, that's your job (that's your job 

nigga) 

To make you lift this tick, fuckit nigga blow a bottle 

*chorus* 

Room spinnin, dead 

Got the garbage can next to the bed 

Now I was tweakin off that old crazy ass commercial on BET Jackie 

Stallone 

What made it so bad is I don't even know how I got home 

Niggaz ain't feel me y'know fuck this sargeant general 

when they peoples be lookin like that indo 

Dicked a, barren, purple, fish sto' 

Smob with me I'm tryin to told ya like you get to perkin 

Ride to me I'll teach you some of this game that I be twerkin 

Pull this motherfucker over main, you probably gotta go piss again 

Don't even sweat it though just be on the lookout for so-and-so 

now whatchu be callin them po-po's? Tedelknows 

Penelopes, grill up out of this bitch man 

I got ones, let's go get some Hen main 

*chorus*
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