E-40 feat Turf Talk — Got Rich Twice (The Ball Street Journal 2008)
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Got Rich Twice (The Ball Street Journal 2008) E-40 feat Turf Talk03:43
Текст песни: Got Rich Twice (The Ball Street Journal 2008)
Got Rich Twice Lyrics[Verse 1: E-40] Hustler 'til I die, drink the bar dry Baby, there go that man again right back in the public eye Drunk like Mel Gibson, get high, got a ton of DUI’s Landy cognac, sippin' X.O., me and my guys Doing it colossal, living our lives Trying to get this bobblehead bopper girl to follow me in my ride So I can make like a dentist and convince her to open wide Kick her out when I finish, take my ballin' ass back inside Drunk terminology, corner talk, that's all I know California mentality, ask about me, pimp, I go You can check my track record, I don't like to feud But if I must, I'll have your head severed Soil block living, trap zones and projects Corner boy grit, and crack, apartment complex Worldwide, outside of the Bay they give me my 'spect The business with hitters, victors, and corporate execs [Chorus: Turf Talk] He ain't goin' nowhere, the boy too nice (Too nice) He’s done it again, I got rich twice (Damn!) Keep a thumper on tuck (On tuck) We ain't broke, we papered up (Papered up) He ain't goin' nowhere, the boy too nice (Too nice) He’s done it again, I got rich twice (Damn!) Keep a thumper on tuck (On tuck) We ain't broke, we papered up (Papered up) [Verse 2: E-40] I cut him off like an umbilical cord, turned off his lights We need to silence that brother, his voice too strong on the mic I make it look easy but it's not, I'm just doing Feezy Why should I stop now, pimp? The game need me Be a real one, pimp, come get it and do it, he used to it Trying to get these millions profit, and move it, push it and prove it Louis luggage, ruggish and rugged, my intellect Duckin' suckas hollerin' and screamin' my hood set The shiny socks on my Chevy box shaking the cops You mean I'm off, I'm in it too heavy, I can't stop People scam and plot on my tombstone and grave plot Hope I die and rot, have my funeral on my block The streets, they don't play fair (Play fair) The mayor, he really don't care (Don't care) I'ma work the three jobs, tryna keep a roof on our heads Bologna sandwich, used to peel the mold off the bread [Chorus: Turf Talk] He ain't goin' nowhere, the boy too nice (Too nice) He’s done it again, I got rich twice (Damn!) Keep a thumper on tuck (On tuck) We ain't broke, we papered up (Papered up) He ain't goin' nowhere, the boy too nice (Too nice) He’s done it again, I got rich twice (Damn!) Keep a thumper on tuck (On tuck) We ain't broke, we papered up (Papered up) [Bridge: Turf Talk] Tell a thug, we got what ya need (Got what ya need) (We got it, mayne) If you want it, gotta cop it from me (Cop it from me) We on soil, you could see that it's real (See that it's real) But everywhere we go, we burn hundred bills (Burn hundred bills) [Verse 3: E-40] Automatics and semis, high performance and Hemis In the thick of the soil where we think Buicks is Bentleys Coffee pots boil, burn, flank, simmer and stew I'm off of the soil, y'all, I hope you is, too Out of the Belvedere, cap unit a crew Showing their underwear, sagging, that's what we do Turfin', trappin' and stackin' and money mackin' Servin', earthquake slappin' and trunk rattlin' [Chorus: Turf Talk] He ain't goin' nowhere, the boy too nice (Too nice) He’s done it again, I got rich twice (Damn!) Keep a thumper on tuck (On tuck) We ain't broke, we papered up (Papered up) He ain't goin' nowhere, the boy too nice (Too nice) He’s done it again, I got rich twice (Damn!) Keep a thumper on tuck (On tuck) We ain't broke, we papered up (Papered up) [Bridge: Turf Talk] Tell a thug, we got what ya need (Got what ya need) (We got it, mayne) If you want it, gotta cop it from me (Cop it from me) We on soil, you could see that it's real (See that it's real) But everywhere we go, we burn hundred bills (Burn hundred bills) [Outro: Turf Talk & E-40] Got rich twice (Damn!) Got rich twice (Damn!) Got rich twice (Damn!) Got rich twice (Damn!) Nigga, I done done it again (Damn!) Nigga, I done done it again (Damn!) Nigga, I done done it again (Damn!) Nigga, I done done it again (Damn!) OOOUH! BIATCH! BIATCH!
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