paroles de chanson Dey Ain't No - E-40
Zapp
IV
beneath
the
ashtray,
woofers
in
the
back
Water
in
the
duals
make
loud
glass
pack
Gold
tippytoes
without
a
liquor
crown
Bought
a
set
of
vogues
and
left
the,
stickers
on
Seven
grand
worth
a
buck
for
the
trunks
Paid
cash,
all
ones
Some
old
bitch
came
up
to
me
and
said,
"What′s
the
latest
bro?"
I
said,
"I'm
tryin
to
have
more
chips
than
Las
Vegas
hoe"
She
said,
"Can
I
roll
with
you?
I
get
the
dicks
hard"
I
said,
"You
can
work
the
strips
and
on
my
boulevard"
"How
much
would
I
make?"
I
said,
"Mega
Just
bring
me
back
my
scrill
scratch
paper"
Heart
heart
money
money
street
street
hustle
Sex,
drugs,
smuggle,
bubble
Horns,
dialin,
speakers,
subbin
Sound
just
like
the
inside
of
a
club-bin
How
many
times
could
a
Conrad
come
so
buttery?
Always
on
to′
back
have
people
lovin
me
Alcoholic
drunk
that
ain't
no
gimmick
B
I'm
always
in
and
out
the
Betty
Ford
clinic
see
Drunk
paraphenalia
cream
butterscotch
Illegal
like
a
garbage
of
hover
rocks
Workin
off
my
pager
you
know
the
ropes
I′m
makin
that
Cabbage
cornbread
like
Oprah
Diamond
satch-uels
from
ja-fuckin-hoe
Pose
just
like
a
pimp
smokin
a
honey
blunt
In
a
Major
Way
I
tried
to
told
ya
Niggaz
have
my
shit
fucked
back
in
the
days
but
now
they
know
a
Sold
a
bunch
of
units
underground
They
was
bumpin
Save
a
Hoe
in
every
town
Rumor
has
it
that
I
died
I
got
smoked
main
But
I′m
alive,
they
was
talkin
about
somebody
else
main
*Chorus*
We
say
dem
niggaz
P.H.
But
dey
really
ain't
knowin,
dey
ain′t
no
Me
rather
stack
more
papes
And
steady
get
to
bubblin,
yeah
fo'
sho′
Revenues,
on
my
mind
I
can't
hold
back,
now′s
the
time
Bust
a
dope
addict
crack
fiend
in
the
jaw
Fool
had
his
spook
on
tried
to
steal
my
car
Da
Bay,
where
hoes
be
janky,
sheist
And
niggaz,
do
so
much
dirt
we
got
lice
Prices,
go
up
and
down
like
a
teeter-totter
Filthy
shit,
ring
around
the
collar
Just
the
other
day
I
heard
a
Bootsy
nigga
shout
"Man
that
nigga
don't
be
doin
all
that
damn
shit
he
talk
about"
Fools
think
they
know
me
think
they
got
me
figured
out
But
nigga...
nigga?!
I
plays
this
shit
for
bread
and
meat
So
nigga
if
you
feel
froggish
leap
I
don't
smoke
dog
food
sherm
loop
or
snow
But
I
leave
a
trail
of
beadies
everywhere
I
go
So
tell
a
friend
like
Alpha
Beta
I′m
gonna
get
it
like
T.C.
the
money
maker,
I
know
you′re
with
it
Mayday
mayday,
unexplained
object
comin
your
way
Breaker
breaker
it's
E-40
bitches
call
me
the
ahh
Ballin
ass,
tight
clean
talkin
Big
Willer
Money
hungry,
penny
pinchin
stingy
nigga
On
the
sc-rilla,
always
on
the
go-getter
Scoop
a
baitch
and
we
can
split
her
*Chorus*
Me
have
no
time
for
de
bullshiters
(4X)
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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