E-40 The Slap Lyrics

The Slap Lyrics

I'm every scene but gossip, my weeblization be thug

My music be all in the club an' my fo' 15's be sub

An' my drums an' my brake pads on my car be rubber

My oldest an' my youngest son always nuggin'



Bumpin' me an' my Catholic savage, badness

Dumpin' on phony ass, fake ass plastic faggots

Grindin', dippin' an' divin' on fine, pressure

Rhymin', in the 'Lab like Dexter'



Packin' Winchester an' a trey Sylvester

Catch a, bitcha, out there, oughta wet'cha

Kinda sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure, grams

Digital scale, green eggs an' hams



Yams, candy yams, spam, damn

Loaded my cheese, peanut butter an' jam

Sam'mich, mannish, me an' my Hispanics

Vanish, talkin' in codes like we from different planets



Ay, what y'all players grindin' to?

What y'all bumpin', man? The slap

What they lackin' in the trackin'?

What all my black niggas listenin' to? The slap



What about my [Incomprehensible]players an' West coast cats?

What they listenin' to? The slap

An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks

Is fuckin' with the slap



I've got white girl for sale

An' I don't mean Caucasian, I'm talkin' about Yale

2 way goin' off, like a high school babe

A hundred bucks it cost me for my faulty chip sale



Around the corner from Starbucks coffee, talkin' to my gal

My frontin' lil' broad up out of Tacoma, askin' for some mail

Like I'm some type of trick, really musty mouth bitch

Get smacked silly, get smacked silly



Musty mouth bitch, get smacked silly

Puffin' on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really real

Herbal kill deal, chill pill, scrill deal

Feel 'til Phil, heal skill



Grindin', grittin' an' grindin', lurkin', seekin'

An' searchin', skirtin', tellin' that Durban work it

Caitlin Candy's drinkin' an' gurpin'

E an'J brand burpin', [Incomprehensible]



Chickens an' birdies pickin' a chef to serve it

Servin', to die for, top bleedin' the block for Ravi

Milkin' the block for 'fetti

Like a pregnant bitch's titties



Ay, what y'all players grindin' to?

What y'all bumpin', man? The slap

What they lackin' in the trackin'?

What all my black niggas listenin' to? The slap



What about my [Incomprehensible] players an' West coast cats?

What they listenin' to? The slap

An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks

Is fuckin' with the slap



Talk my way out of anythin', got my hands off in everythin'

If my money ever got funny

I'd pawn my Walter Potter engagement ring

If I was to pass away tomorrow

With a self-inflicted wound to the melon

Just remember, y'all, I had the mouthpiece of car salesman



Whomp, beat of a gorilla, peel a cap back to the tender fat

Put out a contract, bring you back your hats

Hypothetically speakin', not any time soon

Fly fittest, finest player leakin'

Daniel Boone, boom, boom, boom



Creepin', fly right through your living room

While you're sleepin', peakin', tweakin', geekin', screamin'

Chicken is sneakin' but we was supposed to done had a meetin'

Renegin' fakin' in whom I trust

Standin' outside of the club schemin', scammin'



Plottin' an' plannin' yammin', '€œYes, Sir'€? an', '€œYes, Maam'€?'in

Double agent, playin' a '50s loose cannon, new shoe

You ain't even cool, fool, dude, you a trick

Take it from the Water Man, straight big stick



Ay, what y'all players grindin' to?

What y'all bumpin', man? The slap

What they lackin' in the trackin'?

What all my black niggas listenin' to? The slap



What about my [Incomprehensible] players an' West coast cats?

What they listenin' to? The slap

An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks

Is fuckin' with the slap



The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror

The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror

The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror

The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror



The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror

The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror

The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror

The slap