E-40 I`m Straight Lyrics

I`m Straight Lyrics

[e-40]

 Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie

 Think he mixin some hash with some of that humboldt county grass

 With dis sleazy from union city, she wanted to freak me

 When i was sticky but we did it anyway

 Look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler

 Up under my seat, why?  robbers on my feet

 Uhh, cops elroy's po-po's wanna glock me

 Chops, elroy's ran up in my car

 I hope none of y'all ain't in there crackin on the presedential

 Under my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin

 And up in there singin a capella

 Cause that ain't the way the game was designed

 You 'posed to see that if you blind

 Blastin, cocked to the side, blowzin

 Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp - walkin

 I'ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklin

 Pullin out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and i be bossin

 

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 Where all my hustlers at?

 Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats?

 Where all my shooters?  dude when you stay, pop collars

 Smoke tweed, twenty-fo' hours

 Where all my ballers at?

 Where all my timahs, shot callers at?

 Where all my grimies?	it's heavy weight

 Give me the money, the pussy, the car and i'm straight

 

 [e-40]

 I pull up on the set - somebody died?

 Why all the long faces - playboy, it's dry

 Dry as in dry?  dry as in thirsty

 Cause we ain't had no work since thursday

 Know you ain't believe us but i got it, who want it?

 By the way how y'all been survivin?  shoot we been steppin on it!

 Uhh - cut out the middle

 From here on out {*cough*} no more scribble

 Fast quota, fuck a slow nig'

 Nigga my fetti's just as long as ron jeremy's dick!

 Eighty-one years olda, pimpin don't trip!

 Who you be bumpin?  e-40 and the click!

 Uhh, i see the heads know me in the wind(?)

 Family where you been?  the pen, get in!

 Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the block

 What you see two crackheads steppin over, what?  a rock

 

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 [e-40]

 Gimme a, cadillac with a black man's drank

 A forty ounce, the ghetto champagne

 The lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to bounce

 Take off her clothes and get butt-naked, southern girl down south

 A record deal so i ain't gotta dope deal

 A faithful botch, a home-cooked meal

 Take, i like a (?) estate

 With them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate

 

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