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    E-40 / Lyrics

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    "Nigga Shit" Lyrics

    E-40 feat. Mack 10

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    I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party
    Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi
    Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til death do us
    Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us
    For me to bust a Bay bitch she gotta be the thickest
    I dig them Bay niggaz cause they Sic'Wid'It and Click-ish
    Like that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond
    Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin

    I'm a Bay nigga, all in L.A. nigga
    No matter what you say nigga, long as you pay nigga
    I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' shit
    A steel toe mack down to break yo' bitch
    And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
    We turn housewifes to everyday whores
    Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
    To get DVD's and big screen TV's
    Wanna be like me? I run from vice
    Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice
    Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice
    I know it ain't nice but nigga that's life
    Black black on the scratch, no tradin back
    2000 'Llac, can you fuck with that?
    Me, Mack, 40, Shot and Bosko
    All strapped down with the roscoes

    We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
    Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
    We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
    Sick shit, big nigga shit, Big nigga shit
    We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
    Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
    We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
    Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit, Hard liquor beatch

    Here I come, steppin out the Vader
    They call me D Shot and I'm about my paper
    Been in this game since eighty-six
    One of the first bosses to hit the independent lick
    Y'all know my dawgs is the C L I C K
    Them true boss ballers that done paved the way
    I throw my Roley up in the air
    It cost me 25 K, do you think I care?
    I rolls bodies, as thick as you can get 'em
    You know them 600's with the V-12 emblems?
    The rap game's been good to me
    I like the money and the hoes and the V.I.P
    The lavish lifestyle that I live
    Consist of big-ass parties and sippin gin
    We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce
    We hit the studio and then bounce

    We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
    Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
    We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
    Sick shit, big nigga shit, Big nigga shit
    We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
    Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
    We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
    Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit, Hard liquor beatch

    See I'ma, street walker, gun clapper
    Papered up hood nigga livin like a rapper
    If you see me you would think I sold a million copy
    Like what's-her-name? Ice all on my body
    All kind of bitches be thumpin over a motherfucker for the worst
    One of 'em got a pair of pre school college scissors in her purse
    Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig', beatch
    Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig'
    See I'm a slick talkin boss playa
    Full of straight mindgames and schemes
    Find your botch's weakness, get off in her jeans
    Tell her she's the sweetest, pull her mental file
    See if I can help cause she's livin in denial, bitch
    You liable to find me on the ave, slangin o's
    Parked on the curb, sippin white Irish ross
    Smokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes what else?
    Hella perved, standin on my P's and toes

    We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
    Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
    We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
    Sick shit, big nigga shit, Big nigga shit
    We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
    Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
    We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
    Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit, Hard liquor beatch

    I'm sportin Benzes, Cutlasses, smoke trees and hustle for G's
    Pop game that pertain to plenty, shoppin sprees
    Magic shows, gatherings and ceremonies
    What's your testimony? Ain't nuttin bout me phony
    I'm a boss bitch botch
    Known for smugglin heroin balloons in my crotch
    Beat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the block
    Teasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit

    We're just some real ass niggaz
    We're ballaholics everyday
    We're not your ordinary niggaz
    Our only motive is to get paid
    We're just some real ass niggaz
    We're ballaholics everyday
    We're not your ordinary niggaz
    Our only motive is to get paid
    We're not your ordinary niggaz
    We're not your ordinary niggaz
    We're not your ordinary niggaz
    We're not your ordinary niggaz
    This song was submitted on December 26th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Bosco A. Kante, Brandt Jones, Dedrick D'mon Rolison, Dulon Stevens, Earl T. Stevens, Tenina Stevens.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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