control 'cause I'm way too cold Yeah, I'm ballin' outta control Yeah, feel me man I feel you man, can you feel me man Yeah, I feel you man, Vitti can
in your car lookin' at me mean I stopped in the middle of the street reached under seat to grab my heat Man that's the same motherfucker That I got into it with at the club last week Man
it need to kill it Knows that I can giddy go when it's time to get On the M I C H R O P H O N E, it's me the hustler 40 With them raggedy seperaters
tryin to touch the fuckin moon Hm-hm Mail man needs money, man F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafucka Hm-hm, the mail man Ass-out jungle Gotta
nigga Check this out you been listenin' for awhile Why don't you tell these niggas What they really thinkin' about When be wrappin' this mail Turn my mail
voice mail number, let me try and page him I'm hecka cool, he hecksa cool with me He called me back said, "Let's go party on them fools E" I said, "Where
tryin to touch the fuckin moon Hm-hm Mail man needs money, man F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafucka Hm-hm, the mail man Ass-out jungle Gotta watch
Traduction: E-40. L'Homme Mail.
got his voice mail number let me try an page him I'm hecka cool he hecksa cool with me He called me back said "Lets go party on them fools E." I said "
[Verse 1] Bloody murder, crime, drugs, folks smokin' Man I remember when it used to be cool to leave ya screen door open And let the mosquitos and the
it need to kill it Knows that I can giddy go When it's time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E It's me the hustler 40 With them raggedy seperaters as if
this out you been listenin' for awhile Why don't you tell these niggas What they really thinkin' about When be wrappin' this mail [Verse 1] Turn my mail
Chorus: E-40 and 'Hoes' Ah is a, Ah is a, Should I save her? I want to be saved!!!! (B-Legit) It's 1993 and niggas need to miss me be savin' these
E-40] Vitti can you feel me? [LeV] I feel yah! [E-40] Motherfucker can you feel me? [LeV] Yeahahayahahah! [E-40] Feel me main [LeV] I feel you main [E-40
checks, go to the bank Hank If ya comin' faulty, you get ganked main Long as a trick comes fallin' down That gets me all upset to put on my suit and clown [E-40] But make that man
to death of me Cannot run, hit wit the hot one From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done [Eve] Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me Petty
