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this a boy - e-40 lyrics

[hook: e-40]
this m-th-f-cka right here gone, this m-th-f-cka right here gone
this m-th-f-cka right here gone, this m-th-f-cka right here gone
this m-th-f-cka right here gone, this m-th-f-cka right here gone
this m-th-f-cka right here gone, this m-th-f-cka right here gone
this a boy, this sh-t clapped
this a boy, this sh-t clapped
this a boy, this sh-t clapped
this a boy, this sh-t clapped

[verse 1: e-40]
here, this m-th-f-cka right here clapped
running my alley, my zone, my habitat
i was on my way to the cannabis club and got a sack
and was stopping by the bottle shop on springs road and brought some ‘gnac
and a little bit after that i got keyed (you got keyed?)
went to [?] city and brought some gear from [?]
i noticed a couple of youngsters kept on staring at me
but all they really wanted was a picture of me
you a soil celebrity, gotta stay on your bunyans
you never know who wanna slice yo f-cking onion
i hopped up in my truck, bumped into this broad
that i always wanted to f-ck, thicker than my brawl
met her on facebook, -ss, t-tties and all
cold part about it it was yesterday y’all

[verse 2: droop-e]
ugh, going in like curfew
mouthpiece vicious, my n-gga this sh-t’ll hurt’cha
i am the sick wid it lieutenant, salute me
family full of bosses, y’all just hoochies
see through a p-ssy n-gga, call that a cat scan
all black cap on, looking like batman
yeah, ’bout that money we don’t play around
y’all all talk, all bark like a playground
get down or lay down, sit down or stay down
we g5, y’all n-ggas is greyhound
my n-ggas get paid now; i call them n-ggas my paypals
n-gga we run this sh-t, y’all get chased out
i’m sp-ced out, i’m way out
cut from that cloth, no face towel
ugh, and i had to bring it back
b-tch this a wrap like a taliban hat
biatch!

[verse 3: e-40]
naturally do damage with it, sliding on candy toy
helicopters [?] over our head like balloon boy
hustlers hustling, having they’re bread, f-ck the elroy
bully club cuffing, chasing, busting, beating down my cousin
everyday action flashing, like messy marv what’s happenin’
stacking and rapping, getting my money right, mashing
think about buying me a harley bike, smashing
i hit the club and f-cked a couple dyk-s, tramping
uhh, b-tches be loving the way i care
loving the way i wear, loving the way i say
uhh, b-tches be loving the way i f-ck
loving the way i cuss, loving the way i bust
doing and pitching and skipping and skating and flipping and lifting weight
shaking and baking and coco whippin’, twist it making cake
flying and gliding, diving and dipping in my ’98
oldsmobile cl-ssic like a delta 88
biatch!

- e 40 lyrics

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