E-40 Yee Lyrics

Yee Lyrics

Chrous:



That’s the call of my thugs 

When they step up in the
club they go yee

When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich
they holla yee

You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the
maverick hollarin’ yee

If its lookin’ like some static we gonna bust them
automatics like yee



My area code grows some of the best weed in the
world 

My ninja we aint no punk

They say we need to take a bath in
tomato juice 

Cause we always smell like skunk

Sloppy drunk nine
times out of ten every time you see me

Bending corners in my brand new
Dodge Durango Hemi

Pimpin’ the law up on us – Officer Smokey and Mr.
Johnny Law

Always pullin’ me over and searchin’ my fucking car

Searchin’ my Gluteus Maximus – flashlight in my jaw

Actin’ like some
batchesses – thinkin’ I got rock

Doin’ it big, take a swig, sip a sip,
twist the lid, smoke a spliff, 

Earl bent, push ya wig, bout’ my nig

Everybody wanna talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that
bark

Everybody wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that saw, wanna peel up
top

I get a call from young bop, he up out my zone

He said yo
hillside nigga Ned on his way home

I said well tell him to call me – I
love his ass to death

Any nigga hatin’ we gonna take his last breath



Chrorus



Biatch ! It’s yo partna from the town ma’an

I see yall doin’ it big you getting’ down ma’an

Yeah I fuck with the V,
Richmond know me

Where every niggas ballin’ that’s where bitches gonna
be

You can go across the bridge fucking wit a bitch

Don’t matter
which side you be all up in some shit before you know it

It aint like it
used to be 

Everybody got straps to shoot you or me

I give a fuck
about who, I don’t even know you

Sup – yeah pimpin’ I got my thang
too

And its coo cause I know you know it

I aint even gotta pull it


I aint even gotta show it

Don’t blow it – that’s what a black
man’s thinkin’ 

I’ll be laying underground in a casket stinkin’

If
I slip I gotta keep my poise you here that 808 bumpin’  Whats all that
noise



Repeat Chorus



Get ya head busted in – im not
your boy or your friend

Get ya head busted in – im not your boy or your
friend

You said that do that, pull that, shoot that

Now where your
crew at

What you gonna do next

Im a west coast nigga yee

Im a
east coast nigga yee

Im a down south nigga yee

Im a Midwest nigga
yee



Repeat Chorus