E 40 "In Vallejo." "In Vallejo California" > E 40 Chorus: Suga T He said he's just a timah name rang in Major factor Fed Ex High powered lawyers and a young nigga havin his wayyyy! Verse One: E 40 ? and cry with his motherfucking nose in the corner Broke up out of that old punk shit and said "Momma I'ma do what the fuck I wanna!" Hit the streets and make a wheelbarrow full of bread if I end up dead then press delete -- I'm tired of eating powdered meat Within a nigga timah to get to the grind, so that boy scored a quarter key Two hundred and fifty-two electronic milligrams We'll sell it like a coke candy organization and I'm plugged with it, bail off into that old high-powered shit These are the type of niggaz that'll let a nigga know when the drought about to hit, my ?peach and jelly? Get a 40 and mask it, post it on God Because me got me scratch paper buried in the backyard Me and my Click roll thick for real and be thinkin of funk like you a moth Problems nigga? Let that go or get your head tooken off Catch you out of bounds on the wrong fuckin s-oil Wrap that ass up like aluminim f-oil I'm Fed Ex, heavy duty nigga, pushin weight (pushin weight) From sardines and Spam to Teriyaki steak; motherfucker ain't but plus sixteen, fuckin around with the skillet, makin a killin Runnin through three or four units a week on the over over Puttin the Whammy on em (Whammy on em) Cake up and baking soda, ALL THAT old shit (What's yo' occupation?) Motherfucker I'm a timah Ch" /> Lirik Lagu E-40 - Fed

Fed

E-40

[Featuring Suga T]



"There is something going on down here..." "In Vallejo."



"FedEx!"



"In Vallejo California" > E 40 "In Vallejo."



"In Vallejo California" > E 40



Chorus: Suga T



He said he's just a timah name rang in



Major factor Fed Ex



High powered lawyers and a



young nigga havin his wayyyy!



Verse One: E 40



? and cry with his motherfucking nose in the corner



Broke up out of that old punk shit and said



"Momma I'ma do what the fuck I wanna!"



Hit the streets and make a wheelbarrow full of bread if I end up dead



then press delete -- I'm tired of eating powdered meat



Within a nigga timah to get to the grind, so that boy scored a quarter



key



Two hundred and fifty-two electronic milligrams



We'll sell it like a coke candy organization



and I'm plugged with it, bail off into that old high-powered shit



These are the type of niggaz that'll let a nigga know



when the drought about to hit, my ?peach and jelly?



Get a 40 and mask it, post it on God



Because me got me scratch paper buried in the backyard



Me and my Click roll thick for real and be thinkin of funk like you a



moth



Problems nigga? Let that go or get your head tooken off



Catch you out of bounds on the wrong fuckin s-oil



Wrap that ass up like aluminim f-oil



I'm Fed Ex, heavy duty nigga, pushin weight (pushin weight)



From sardines and Spam to Teriyaki steak; motherfucker ain't but



plus sixteen, fuckin around with the skillet, makin a killin



Runnin through three or four units a week on the over over



Puttin the Whammy on em (Whammy on em)



Cake up and baking soda, ALL THAT old shit



(What's yo' occupation?) Motherfucker I'm a timah



Ch
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