(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 (40) 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 (40) 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 (40) Biatch
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