E-40 - H.i. Double L. Lyrics

Writer(s) : EARL STEVENS, BRADT JONES, MARCELES MCCARVER, MARVIN WHITEMON
Artist: E-40 Lyrics
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Album: Track 13 on In a Major Way
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Hey ah, which way should I steer ah
The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror
Pervin like a motha****a swervin
Hope I don't scrub in my '95 Suburban
To go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes
Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin *****s tweak
Quick fast and a hurry don't worry 40 vision blurry
Shorty hit the freeways climbin like that ***** Joe Torre
(Celly Cel)
What do you know it's siggity Cel
That funky ******o that funky ***** doe
Kickin in doors you beta grab ya hoe
I see ya cruisin in the late night
creepin wit my ***** B-Legit and 40 water, ah ****
(40)
We're here-we're there-we're everywhere
Highly intox-icated but we don't care
(B-Legit)
I'm from the H.I.L.L. the place where my *****s bell
A mack mutha****in 12 will send your *** straight to hell
(40)
A tick a tock, the **** da spot
They say them crazy mutha****as pull out a chop
(B)
I watch them mutha****as run
I do this **** for fun
You *****s know you can't get none
(40)
Biatch

Chorus-
I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O
H.I.L.L side doe
Spittin straight game is all a ***** know and ahh
and they be like... (there they go,off to the liquor store)
(B)
I tell a ***** what the **** you mean where I've been
And so what I smells like ***** and gin
I had money to make
*****es to break and if the **** was out of line I had lives to take
I told you from the gate that I'm a mobster
Sippin DP eatin lobster
Don't get it confused you won't get abused
As long as you makin' me them revenues
(Cel)
That miggity mack, that diggity dang and that niggity nut
Jump in the back of my cut with a tramp slut and hit the gut
Ain't got no love for 'em all I love to do is **** 'em
Pass 'em to the extra mannish ***** 40 water
(40)
If I was popeye with a ?
You could kiss my big black royal
I'm not funkin' over Oliveoil
Last night I had a superbad in my room
She sucked me till my **** shriveled up like a prun
(Cel)
Well pass the Hussy to the left hand side
So I can bend her over hit it from the back and let her ride
You know it's Sick Wid It
Hog gotta put the shake down
Shot her to the left ***** hit me with the break down

Chorus
(40)
Beefeater, Tanqueray, Safire, Bombay
? the punch bowl full of hurricane
That'll last a ***** dang near all day
Smokin' HERB we gets perved cop a squat
Let's hang out at the old Cola spot
(B)
***** I'm a Louie smokes damn near Q
So can I get a Twomp on my pager here
You been blowin' me up
I know you know the code
31 double 07 dash 9 eleven
(40)
High steppin'
Ya blankin off the blanks
Cuz I'm a ?ock star?ate goin dove rock
***** let me use your ****in car
All the way to sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday
Threw up money tore up *** botch you call the po po on me
Told 'em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Salonto County
Sheriffs pull my *** over, and book me caught me with a gun
And a bunch of Alezah bottles and they was askin me where I'm from
And I said *****


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