Dey Ain't No

E-40

Zapp IV beneath the ashtray woofers in the back



Water in the duals make loud glass pack



Gold tippytoes without a liquor crown



Bought a set of vogues and left the stickers on



Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks



Paid cash all ones



Some old bitch came up to me and said "What's the latest bro?"



I said "I'm tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas hoe"



She said "Can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard"



I said, "You can work the strips and on my boulevard"



"How much would I make?" I said, "Mega



Just bring me back my scrill scratch paper"



Heart heart money money street street hustle



Sex, drugs, smuggle, bubble



Horns, dialin, speakers, subbin



Sound just like the inside of a club-bin



How many times could a Conrad come so buttery?



Always on to' back have people lovin me



Alcoholic drunk that ain't no gimmick B



I'm always in and out the Betty Ford clinic see



Drunk paraphenalia cream butterscotch



Illegal like a garbage of hover rocks



Workin off my pager you know the ropes I'm makin that



cabbage cornbread like Oprah



Diamond satch-uels from ja-fuckin-hoe



Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt



In a Major Way I tried to told ya



Niggaz have my shit fucked back in the days but now they know a



Sold a bunch of units underground



They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town



Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main



But I'm alive, they was talkin about somebody else main



*chorus*



We say dem niggaz P.H.



But dey really ain't knowin, dey ain't no



Me rather stack more papes



And steady get to bubblin, yeah fo' sho'



Revenues, on my mind



I can't hold back, now's the time
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