(Nah nah nah nah nah) Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh uh (Nah nah nah nah nah) Oh, boy Uhhh, ssp spit it pimpin', please believe Nah nah Uhh, oh, boy, uhh, uhh
Nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah While other niggaz thankin, corners I be bankin Money I be makin, you know, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah [E-40] You was a, new comer
Tercüme: E-40. Hayır, Hayır ....
Tercüme: E-40. 40 F / Nate Dogg - Hayır, Hayır ....
mind on money (T H U G) Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E
so I gotta sneak to creep But my nigga never sweat em but a beeyatch Pimpin ain't easy but it goes down like this [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: E-40, Passion
dot dot who is it the prime wizard Erykah Badu-izm smoker, vocal chord woof choker Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo, no no, chill chill, nah nah, hold
t front on the brother with the Pelle Pelle leather I'm Show B I Z, my partner's A.G. Chill with Greg N I C E or my brother D R E S And what's up to
ha ha (Talk that shit, talk that shit) (Jada talk that shit, oh) You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin' else) Nah, I ain't one of them
, life is a fucking bitch It really hurts when the shit hits home Early in the morning, they calling me on the phone Telling me my man caught eight to the chest Nah
we tape me inflating your trakey (chaa) Im just partying I ain't letting the tool spit (chaa) I ain't tryan have you haters layin below the pool pit (chaa) 40
Wanna welcome y'all back Diplomatic Immunity Vol. 2 You know alot of shit been goin' on Lot'a niggaz in Harlem runnin' snitchin' but I'll holla.. Nah
I feel somethin' I'ma try Figured you winked at me not just somethin' in your eye See shawty, you ain't got to tell me what I know That was E40 who said
fool wit them E-40's Nigga what the fuck they good fo? Nigga let's shoot fins You got all the bread nigga, put up yo Benz Nah nah, can't do that, why
yo city, fuck that shit My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe My niggaz run this bitch, nah
intro [e-40]) Uh, uh, hah! Alright, mystikal, (bitch! hombre!) mystikal. Alright nigga, this e four o. Huh, e four o, e four o, huh. Finna get it crankin
Now as the world turns, I let my bud burn Police writin' down my tags like I'm concerned I graduated from the nickels and dimes You need the F.E.D's
