Lyrics H.I. Double L. - E-40 , Celly Cel , B-Legit
(E-40)
Hey
ah,
which
way
should
I
steer
ah
The
beat
keeps
knockin
down
my
rear
view
mirror
Pervin
like
a
mothafucka
swervin
Hope
I
don't
scrub
in
my
'95
Suburban
To
go
throughout
the
community
squattin
on
gold
tippy
toes
Peep,
breathin
on
Indian
cigarette-Ganish
Bidi
posin
niggas
tweak
Quick
fast
and
a
hurry
don't
worry
40
vision
blurry
Shorty
hit
the
freeways
climbin
like
that
nigga
Joe
Torre
(Celly
Cel)
What
do
you
know
it's
siggity
Cel
That
funky
niggero
that
funky
nigga
doe
Kickin
in
doors
you
beta
grab
ya
hoe
I
see
ya
cruisin
in
the
late
night
Creepin
wit
my
nigga
B-Legit
and
40
water,
ah
shit
We're
here-we're
there-we're
everywhere
Highly
intox-icated
but
we
don't
care
(B-Legit)
I'm
from
the
H.I.L.L.
the
place
where
my
niggas
bell
A
mack
muthafuckin
12
will
send
your
ass
straight
to
hell
A
tick
a
tock,
the
shit
da
spot
They
say
them
crazy
muthafuckas
pull
out
a
chop
(B)
I
watch
them
muthafuckas
run
I
do
this
shit
for
fun
You
niggas
know
you
can't
get
none
Biatch
Chorus-
I'm
from
the
V.A.L.L.E.J.O
H.I.L.L
side
doe
Spittin
straight
game
is
all
a
nigga
know
and
ahh
And
they
be
like...
(there
they
go,
off
to
the
liquor
store)
(B)
I
tell
a
bitch
what
the
fuck
you
mean
where
I've
been
And
so
what
I
smells
like
pussy
and
gin
I
had
money
to
make
Bitches
to
break
and
if
the
shit
was
out
of
line
I
had
lives
to
take
I
told
you
from
the
gate
that
I'm
a
mobster
Sippin
DP
eatin
lobster
Don't
get
it
confused
you
won't
get
abused
As
long
as
you
makin'
me
them
revenues
(Cel)
That
miggity
mack,
that
diggity
dang
and
that
niggity
nut
Jump
in
the
back
of
my
cut
with
a
tramp
slut
and
hit
the
gut
Ain't
got
no
love
for
'em
all
I
love
to
do
is
dick
'em
Pass
'em
to
the
extra
mannish
nigga
40
water
If
I
was
popeye
with
a?
You
could
kiss
my
big
black
royal
I'm
not
funkin'
over
Oliveoil
Last
night
I
had
a
superbad
in
my
room
She
sucked
me
till
my
dick
shriveled
up
like
a
prun
(Cel)
Well
pass
the
Hussy
to
the
left
hand
side
So
I
can
bend
her
over
hit
it
from
the
back
and
let
her
ride
You
know
it's
Sick
Wid
It
Hog
gotta
put
the
shake
down
Shot
her
to
the
left
nigga
hit
me
with
the
break
down
That'll
last
a
nigga
dang
near
all
day
Smokin'
HERB
we
gets
perved
cop
a
squat
Let's
hang
out
at
the
old
Cola
spot
(B)
Nigga
I'm
a
Louie
smokes
damn
near
Q
So
can
I
get
a
Twomp
on
my
pager
here
You
been
blowin'
me
up
I
know
you
know
the
code
31
double
07
dash
9 eleven
High
steppin'
Ya
blankin
off
the
blanks
'Cause
I'm
a
æœock
staræ"§ate
goin
dove
rock
Nigga
let
me
use
your
fuckin
car
All
the
way
to
sunday,
monday,
tuesday,
wednesday,
thursday,
friday,
saturday
Threw
up
money
tore
up
ass
botch
you
call
the
po
po
on
me
Told
'em
I
was
sideways
doin
about
a
buck
50
in
Salonto
County
Sheriffs
pull
my
ass
over,
and
book
me
caught
me
with
a
gun
And
a
bunch
of
Alezah
bottles
and
they
was
askin
me
where
I'm
from
And
I
said
bitch
1 Intro
2 Chip In Da Phone
3 Da Bumble
4 Sideways
5 Sideways (feat. B-Legit & Mac Shon)
6 Spittin'
7 Sprinkle Me
8 Outta Bounds
9 Dusted 'n' Disgusted
10 Dusted 'N' Disgusted
11 1-Luv
12 1-Luv (feat. Leviti)
13 Smoke 'N' Drank
14 Dey Ain't No
15 Fed (feat. Suga-T)
16 H.I. Double L. (feat. B-Legit & Celly Cel)
17 H.I. Double L.
18 Bootsee
19 It's All Bad
20 Outro
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