999 999 $1= A Mealticket Lyrics

999 999   $1= A Mealticket lyrics

featuring Kaveo

[E 40]
Huh? Want me to speak the
real?

[Kaveo]
Speak the real man

[E 40]
Nigga speak the
real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the
real

It's a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel
six o’ clock alarm reads
"40 get your ass up time to hit the grind
You
can't afford to pass no money I know you heard about that"
What, what? "Task
raided Millersville Ms. Miller had a heart attack"
Dude, that's some cold
shit, ain't it huh?
I know, she was a good person for certain I
know
V-Town, California where I was born, raised and grown
And since 1979
I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill
My mission for real
A
mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven
digits
Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust
Best believe niggas
know better than fuck with us
I'm pimped out flossin in Reno in the
casino
Big bid, fuckin off feddie I could've put down on a crib
I does
that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose
Don't make a
scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam
Fuck the stress
I let that
orange box of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef,
Raul
Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
That's what he
do for a living
That's all he's used to
Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves
and residue, Biotch!!!!

(Hook)
[Kaveo]
Bullshit ain't nothin
You
see we gone keep this thuggin
and mean muggin jump until it's a done
deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the real nothin but
What if I
bring this back down?
You gots to be about it or be without
it

[E-40]
Be about it or without it
Ay, you know what? I smell you
on that playboy, look
We fin to run down a a whole tac on these bitch ass
niggaz
Niggas ain't smellin this shit
We do this shit

Last night I
slapped a bitch upside her dome
With my faulty phone
That heifer's
tired
She tried to slash my tire
Caught me in the bed with her cousin
Tanji
From the track
She use to hold my sack
I use to dick her down
way back in 86
She use to look just like a skank
But now that bitch got a
ass, tits, body and boy that bich is bad
For what it's worth, the pussy
smelled like Certs
Victoria's Secret
Now folks just remember I never said
I thought about lickin pussy
I said I never thought about eatin
Keepin it
and treatin it nice
Fuck that I'm a hog
I put it down, I'm from the
hood
Where I live, on the outskirts
And down on the tuck in the cut
In
Clemente Apartments man
I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my
name
I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried
Ready for combat if
you plottin and plannin
Oh if you come for me and confiscate my dough
Let
the buzzer be the bail
But my suggestion is to stay within your
envelope
I'm block to block, swingin on vines
Community service, put up
stop signs

(Hook)

[Kaveo]
Uhhh!!! Hold the fuck on!!
Did
you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope?
Sheeit,
these timers are green to the game
They ain't know nothin about these
tramps
six bedroom flats and gettin dealt and held a hand across the
mat
You see we from the Yay where we control they minds
and put these
hoes on the grind

[E-40]
Ain't got to but I still touch it
Went to
the Seven Eleven picked up a traders book and bought a bucket
Use to have a
perm bigger than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off cause
see your patna had warrant
That I ain't even handled yet although I'm havin
cake
The little homie from the hood want me to put out his tape
He kinda
tight too, remind me of The Click crew
Cause they was spittin that old high
powered
Godzilla ballin guru ass type shit you
can relate to, wake to,
'scape to when it's sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these
streets like I know my dick
I can tell you who the nigga is that's about to
get jacked
And the nigga that pulled the lick
I got this bitch on
lock
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still in
this roster
Kilogram, coca leaf and morphien
What about my niggas in the
4-1-5
Look what they made
My niggaz in the city
They call it
made
Top grade regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, straight hempilation,
what the fuck

Sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit sheit,
sheit...
Hell yeah, sheit!!
999,999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar
man
plus a dollar, plus a dollar man equals a mealticket
bitch
Biotch!!!
Sheit! Sheit!