("Got it! ") They love this fatass Sick Wid It hog ("Got it! ") Benedict Arnolds, Judases and traitors ("Got it! ") Willy FooFoos, riffraffs and haters ("Got it! ") Mannish with it
Traduction: E-40. Got It Twisted Remix.
Got it! ") They love this fatass Sick Wid It hog ("Got it! ") Benedict Arnolds, Judases and traitors ("Got it! ") Willy FooFoos, riffraffs and haters ("Got it! ") Mannish with it
I need a go girl [E-40] Uggh, she over there hittin it She getting it, Grittin it, grindin it, grippin it Poppin, lockin, droppin and dippin it Pickin it up and lickin it
, that I ain't stitchy with it I spit the bally of the cuff, fill it up and let the homies hit it Man, you can hit it if you want to Hennessy and coke
knowin that they gonna be sinners But, I'ma sense of relief And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief If she got it from me then
motherfuckin' ghetto superstar nigga Got my nigga Paul Cain with me Street dreams I'm what street dreams are made of nigga Hate me now Do it now nigga
want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it You can hear
-P-A-I-N let's go man (aye) T-Pain man, I'm back in this thang You already know what it is (hey) Tallahassee got my back though This how I went (aye) [
stop you [Pac] Hold it down [Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac] Hold it down [Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got
wrist to my gold chain anywhere i go i keep it hood i Never change if it aint got it in my lap i got it stashed in the range [pow pow] I'm gettin bread
serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin [Chorus] [Tupac] C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich [E-40] Da Bay, beitch! [Verse Three: E-40, Richie
I break it down (Uh huh) I know you like style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down Wanna
it, 'bout it! - I'm 'bout it, 'bout it! I push the coupey you see in books a crowd around it. Lows drop 'til they y'all like a yellow yacht - sun gleemin'. .40
(feat. E-40) (Anyway, it doesn't matter much how you feel, you know what you got to do, I'm here to do it, how about you?) [E-40:] Our age, five-years
ultimate journey of your life Where the weak die and the strong survive Prepare to suffer 40 days and 40 nights Strap on your boots because you got
