, E? All tha time, B You got your Indonesia, B? All tha time, E You got the street sweeper broom? All tha time, B You got your chronic there too? All
-Legit]You got Moesha E? [E-40]All Tha Time B You got your indonesia B? [B-Legit]All Tha Time E You got the street sweeper broom? [E-40]All Tha Time B
Oversettelse: E-40. Alle Tha Tid.
Legit]You got Moesha E? [E-40]All Tha Time B You got your indonesia B? [B-Legit]All Tha Time E You got the street sweeper broom? [E-40]All Tha Time B
Look around tha club, what do I see Everybody rockin' side to side to tha beat Snappin' they fingers, bouncin' to tha groove All by they self, that's tha
wit tha Luniz (tha Luniz are here!) We back in this mutha fucka 9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40!, E-40 man!) Ya Capable (B-Legit!)
eagle with the hollow tip laces fresh white tee yellow rocks in my necklace real gangsters drink 40 ounces for breakfast i eat fat burgers three times
we got gold grill, tha shit dont stop tha hoes gonna bop, cause we gone come through and we got hard rock, yep, always lookin hooked up with tha Clay
like "It's All Gravy Tre" I spit tha (?) from tha job My nigga Baby and them law Tha block controller just seen it all From white to brown and yellow (Beyotch) Pineapple y'all
you figure that the e wasn't gon' stand and deliver? You ain't worth a penny Never had a damn eye, dotted so many Times, two times, three times You
to know how tha hell I'm gettin home [Hook: (2x)] [E-40:] Straight from da bay, posted in tha 'A' Bout to hit tha club, we been mobbin' all day Drinkin
blowed, to tha do' don't know how tha hell I'm gettin home (Chorus: (2x) (E-40:) Straight from da bay, posted in tha 'A' Bout to hit tha club, we been
up in my past Niggas have hateful thoughts but they stop me from strivin suckas be shakin salt all in his gameful so find some fools be gettin crossed victims of 40-ness man all
how we got done [Eve] Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle
yeah we got gold grill tha shit dont stop tha hoes gonna bop cause we gone come through and we got hard rock yep, always lookin, hooked up with tha clay
that got all of y'all in this dig in the first place yeah so run that shit E, yeah (Verse One:) Cruisin' down tha street in my '64 Jackin' tha freaks
is all over his d**k) Punk got dropped For the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's f*cked up And got the 8-Ball rollin Courus Pass the brew M*tha F*ckas While
tha pig in tha head for ripping his Guess Now he is caught for doing tha crime For defense on tha boy, he'll do some time 'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are
