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[Chorus]
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
When I told ya I had a white gurl
I thought y'all was gonna hurl
Y'all looked sick but the bitch still suck on my dick
{ohh}
But to all my niggaz in the pin and some waiting to get it in
I want all y'all niggas to
[Chorus]
This is a discipline rap for my niggaz back in tha bin
Tryin to hustle for the tin
A discipline tracks for my niggaz that rap
But now I'm back and I hope ya don't do that
Soul is the heart of it I hope I can get every lil bit of it
But sometimes ya gotta slow it down
Like the few Mc's that do shows in my town
Back in 2000 the rap game was lackin'
Like some of them rappers bringin' two steps back in
But today is the day for hunger in the game
It ain't bout the fame its all about the brains
And if you got that and yo rhymes are phat
Gone on head and do that
But ya always gotta think
Ohh you thought I stopped rappin
Put yo money back in the bank on my rank I'm numba 1
You is numba two I don't know what cha gone do
Ya gotta think it threw but too all my Mc's
Back in the game this shit it like it was back in the day
I'm bout to throw the fist all my hoes do ya head like this {ohh}
[Chorus]
Check it out now
My boy doe just ripped it
Sip it smoke it do sumthin' wid it
Get suppa sick wid it
Girl I'm headin' to tha south
I really want you to head down south if you know what I mean
Use you're mouth like you're in a bath ridin' on a rath
But to all my niggaz in the pin and some waiting to get it in
I want all y'all niggas to
[Chorus]
Super hyipihe in this bitch smokin' on da litch
Throw that bitch right back in that nasty ass ditch
X on my side slab on my phab my car shoot bullets
Like the arm of Donavaon Mccnabb but think fast hoe
Four-four gone blow me and E-40 we got all the dough
But my boy doe he git it to he hustlin' at fourteen
Tryin to get a wagur too
[Chorus]
Back to: E 40 lyricsDo ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
When I told ya I had a white gurl
I thought y'all was gonna hurl
Y'all looked sick but the bitch still suck on my dick
{ohh}
But to all my niggaz in the pin and some waiting to get it in
I want all y'all niggas to
[Chorus]
This is a discipline rap for my niggaz back in tha bin
Tryin to hustle for the tin
A discipline tracks for my niggaz that rap
But now I'm back and I hope ya don't do that
Soul is the heart of it I hope I can get every lil bit of it
But sometimes ya gotta slow it down
Like the few Mc's that do shows in my town
Back in 2000 the rap game was lackin'
Like some of them rappers bringin' two steps back in
But today is the day for hunger in the game
It ain't bout the fame its all about the brains
And if you got that and yo rhymes are phat
Gone on head and do that
But ya always gotta think
Ohh you thought I stopped rappin
Put yo money back in the bank on my rank I'm numba 1
You is numba two I don't know what cha gone do
Ya gotta think it threw but too all my Mc's
Back in the game this shit it like it was back in the day
I'm bout to throw the fist all my hoes do ya head like this {ohh}
[Chorus]
Check it out now
My boy doe just ripped it
Sip it smoke it do sumthin' wid it
Get suppa sick wid it
Girl I'm headin' to tha south
I really want you to head down south if you know what I mean
Use you're mouth like you're in a bath ridin' on a rath
But to all my niggaz in the pin and some waiting to get it in
I want all y'all niggas to
[Chorus]
Super hyipihe in this bitch smokin' on da litch
Throw that bitch right back in that nasty ass ditch
X on my side slab on my phab my car shoot bullets
Like the arm of Donavaon Mccnabb but think fast hoe
Four-four gone blow me and E-40 we got all the dough
But my boy doe he git it to he hustlin' at fourteen
Tryin to get a wagur too
[Chorus]
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Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Songwriters: THOMAS, RICARDO / STEVENS, EARL T
Album: My Ghetto Report Card
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