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    E-40

    The Ball Street Journal 2008 ©

    Got Rich Twice

    Hustling till I die, drink the bar dry
    There go that man again, right back in the public eye
    Drunk like Mel Gibson, get high, got a ton of DUI's
    Cognac sipping, XO, me and my guys

    Born in colossal, living our lives
    Trying to get this bobble head bobbin' so she can follow me to my ride
    So I can make a dentist to convince her to open wide
    Kick her out when I'm finished, take my baller ass back inside

    Drug terminology, corner talk that's all I know
    California mentality, ask about me pimp I go
    You can check my track record, I don't like to feud
    But if I must I'll have your head severed

    Blacks live in traps, zones and projects
    Corner boy greeting crack in the apartment complex
    World wide outside of the Bay they give me my stacks
    Do business with head execs and corporate execs

    He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice
    He done it again and got rich twice
    Keep a thump on top
    We ain't broke, we papered up

    He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice
    He done it again and got rich twice
    Keep a thump on top
    We ain't broke, we papered up

    Cut him off like an umbilical cord, turn off his lights
    We need to silence that brother, his voice too strong on the mike
    I make it look easy but it's not, I'm just doing Feazy
    Why should I stop now, pimp, The Game need me?

    Be a real one, pimp, go get it and do what he used to
    Trying to get this music scrapping, move it, push it and groove it
    Louis luggage, rugging and rushing my intellect
    Got suckas hollering and screaming my hood set

    Designer socks on my Chevy box shaking the car
    You need my alpha minute, too heavy I can't stop
    Gaming plot, all my dudes on the grave clock
    Hope I die and rock on my funeral on my block

    The streets they don't play fair
    The mayor, he really don't care
    Momma worked 3 jobs, trying to keep a roof on hour heads
    Bologna sandwiches, pulled the mold off the bread

    He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice
    He done it again and got rich twice
    Keep a thump on top
    We ain't broke, we papered up

    He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice
    He done it again and got rich twice
    Keep a thump on top
    We ain't broke, we papered up

    Gotta a lil' thump, we got what you need
    If you want it, got to copy it from me
    We are sure you too could see that it's real
    Everywhere we go we burn down the hills

    Automatics and semi's, high performance and hemi's
    In the thick of the soil, we think Buick's is Bentley's
    Coffee pots boil, burn, fly, simmer and stew
    I'm off of this oil y'all, I hope you is too

    Out of the Beverly camp you need a crew
    Showing our underwear, exactly that's what we do
    Turf dropping and stacking and money making
    Surfing, earthquake slapping and trunk rattling

    He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice
    He done it again and got rich twice
    Keep a thump on top
    We ain't broke, we papered up

    He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice
    He done it again and got rich twice
    Keep a thump on top
    We ain't broke, we papered up

    Gotta a lil' thump, we got what you need
    If you want it, got to cop it from me
    We are sure you too can see that it's real
    Everywhere we go we burn down the hills

    Got rich twice, damn, got rich twice, damn
    Got rich twice, damn, got rich twice, damn

    Nigga, I'd done it again, damn
    Nigga, I'd done it again, damn
    Nigga, I'd done it again, damn
    Nigga, I'd done it again, damn

    2008 ©




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