get breaded
Singer: e-40
oooooh
e-40
get breaded
get breaded
sauce money
get breaded
fat joe
get breaded
oooooh
e-40
get breaded
get breaded
sauce money
get breaded
fat joe
get breaded
my penitentiary family'll
reach 'fore you make a bet
when you gonna lay in a buck?
when you gon' bust these suckers upside the head with another dump?
i ain't no punk i'm like a basepipe cause i'm dope
e'rytime i touch the microphone
i come with smoke
playa potnah whatchu talkin bout? what dey lookin like?
i just come off a double-album
you know that shit was tight
and you right i make my drops for the club and the trunk
like a pregnant lady come with a album every eight or nine months
see y'all ain't ready
at seventeen i had a hundred dollars -- eh-eh
thousands
chevy impalas
?
cougars
lower-development housin
who can split it
seen it
did it
been in it
done it
when y'all was tryin to walk it
see i was tryin to run it
smoked a lot of trees drunk
locked a lot of keys in the trunk
on my way back from the sushi bar
drinkin saki
i'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers
like liberace
to all my 223 spitters
hustlers paper go-getters
seven digit figures
tymers
ballers
hillside niggaz
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
if youse obsessed withcha wealth and it
more carats than a bunny rabbit
pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
the only way i get involved if it mean more dough
sauce money
e-4-oh
you know they want em
diamonds
flaunt em
treat all my hoes like billy blank son and tae-bo on em
whattup ma
too many g's to consume?
i spit game so i can ease in your womb
i know what you thinkin i'm just teasin the tomb
while i kick it with 40
take the keys to my room
lobster
shrimpin
never simpin
gangsta limpin
went from sauce money to big pimpin
like bell bottoms
too much flate for some
flow so hot got summer scared to come
but everybody on the track holdin weight
five hundred thou'
that's the golden gate
from b-k to oaktown
pass the smoke round
let me find out who broke now
uh-huh
there's love in the east and there's love in the west
coast to coast g's do what you do best
just
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
to all my gettin money chicks if you love the song
tell your man if he broke
he dead-ass wrong
you better
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
yeah
who wanna fuck with the last don?
i hate you niggaz with a pass-ion
fuck around and get blast on
my niggaz mad strong and they kill you quick
come out or get hit
we the shit
think i would lie to you bitch?
you could die with the snitch
and buried alive in the ditch
come five with the fifth
try to slide but you slid
we the livest of clicks
terror squad to the death of me
remember me? the same kid that ran triz on stephanie
felony's the minimal
enemies i pity you
step to me
c'est la vie
and i'm killin you
drillin you with holes in your chest
you opposin the best
t.s. supreme
crows on the nest
? like what you say out here ain't nuttin nice
for brownie points or stripes niggaz take your life
with boxcutters
fuck a knife
just for braggin rights
lost in the game! drownin sinkin holdin my breath
lost in the game! broke miserable starvin to death
boom boom boom
boom boom!
crazy weebleations. boss burn broom!
bills
wheels
and about eleven-thousand dollars worth
of counterfeit bills
marked money and sour dope deals
to all my 223 spitters
hustlers paper go-getters
seven digit figures
tymers
ballers
hillside niggaz
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
if youse obsessed withcha wealth and it
more carats than a bunny rabbit
pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
get yer bread. bounce yer head!
and there you have it
three tycoons. weighin in at 300-plus ya undersmell that?
fat joe
sauce money and e-40
ya undersmell that?
east coast west coast connection
y'know
sick wid it records
the new millineum ballers
ya undersmell me? where you come from?
beyotch?! you know we do this. hoahhhh
a-hoahhhh! sheeeit! beotch!