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Жанры : west coast rap hip-hop rap gangsta rap hip hop

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[E-40]
Tennessee tighty, I went out my body
Had a little too much to drink Almighty
God can you show me some leeway
I`m seein twos on the mutha fuckin fr, a freeway

[B-Legit]
I comin out the gate crooked and I`m loosey
Got the tech and my deck and some mob music
Hit the strip tryin to catch me a twenty doosey
Drinkin bombay mixin it with orange juice

[E-40]
Twas the night before my rad had to turn himself in
One or less more violation and he`s lookin at ten
So we gon live it up and act bad balls
And party til the mutha fuckin wheels fall off

[B-Legit]
Hope those wheels ain`t made of stone
Five in the mornin and I still ain`t home
Man I`m tore like never before
On the couch assed out with my eyes on low

[E-40]
Tonight we gon smoke..
burrito size Taylors served with Vegas
Like to drink beer with mashed potatoes

Steak and chicken, eggs and grits
Clicked out shit makes platinum hits

[Chorus]
[E-40]
I don`t really know why niggas made me go way out
my body, way out, my body..
I don`t really care if the popoes stop and stare
I`m way out, my body, way out, my body

[E-40]
A`ight B
I heard the yak went quack, zob schilacked
Multi-orgasms and the bitch collapsed

[B-Legit]
From the back I bash all night I last
When I grab that ass long dick ya daz

[E-40]
A ruh uh ruh uh ran up on her, from Tacoma
Man that bitch had miles on her

[B-Legit]
Fuckin wit a pimp bitch you ain`t heard
You can start me in the mornin with a bottle of `birds
Lick on the hip and watch the dickhead rise
Up under your legs, in between your thighs

[E-40]
Long range pimpin, LRPs
No high jeans no ticks and fleas

[B-Legit]
Wake me in the mornin cause at night I snores
Alcohol comin all out my pores
Four-door drivin and I`m fast asleep
Bitch next to me in the passenger seat

[Chorus]

[E-40]
Certified top hat, one of the truest
Timin like my niggas up in east St. Louis

[B-Legit]
Jack be Daniels, Jack be swift
My niggas in the H-Town smoke the spliffs

[E-40]
Juice and Vodka, the tower of power
A plate of hot wings and some whiskey sour

[B-Legit]
I don`t stop perkin keeps in goin
A full house in my dank room blow air

[E-40]
Nigga disrespect don`t let it slide
Go get your entourage fool time to ride

[B-Legit]
I spots red lights and I`m loose and lick
Open bottle and a gat in my glove compartment

[E-40]
Alcohol, tabacco and firearms
But this time man it`s a false alarm
I really wish I took another route
But I`m gone out my body way out

[Chorus]

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