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жанры: rap, hip-hop
альбомы: Revenue Retrievin': Day Shift
Outta Control
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E-40
жанры: rap, hip-hop
альбомы: Revenue Retrievin': Day Shift
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Pushed in the game at a young age Feel me touch me as I turn the page A little past ten, roughly about Eleven years old dropped in the good locationMy scratch is smellin' sour and it's stinkin' Got a nigga seriously thinkin' "How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?" Minimum wage flippin' patties, nopeI'd rather fuck around with Coca Cola, yola Ice cream, candy, granola, huh Slave for men, that's what they told me And I'll break you off somethin' suitableBrought you a key of crack quicker than you bring me back (Can you) There are some things recoupable Gonna smooch your black and beautiful For my partner she used to be plucked and uglyHangin' around them old squeegee boys Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me They straight cut for me, deal me, touch me L O V E, E to the F to the R T YI spits the shit from the T O P, it's me, the E Droppin' it nuclear all the time Motherfucker comin' from the motherfuckin' mud Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my soul But I'm way too cold, motherfuckerSittin' in my livin' room, thinkin' of a master plan Tryin' to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a life To make a dream, can you feel me now? Ballin' outta control, ballin' outta controlFresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo' Now I'm havin' long money, like Ross Perot, so take Notes from a big ol' Shakie the pimp, pretty much established Livin' out of hand, lavish, throwin' parties so madridCloser feeling with big time folks makin' big time cabbage Become a savage, guess your boat was Twenty, and you tried to stab us Six figure digits, just like I 'ot you likeI got the whole city sewed up in stitches Your product'll win if you gots top grade, but you gotta Keep, your lawyers and your bail bondsmen paid The word on the street's is that I done, came up too fastMotherfuckers want a piece of my soul Playa haters wanna cut my grass You don't wanna bring your bitch into what the top act is pourin' Out of control sittin' on ticketsMillion dollar spots, technology chops And a motherfucker proud fool, assed ridiculous Straight fuckin' 'em up like that, throw me my strap man I want these fools to feel meReverend, would you put some blessin' oil On my head and hear me I'd never sell my soul 'cause I'm way too cold Motherfucker, ballin' outta controlThis ol' game, kids they run, never get a second chance So take me to this world, now there's always time, to getch'a I guess by now you get the picture of what I'm tryin' to say I'm ballin' outta controlNiggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin' Every other fuckin' day I'm tellin' my fahaha's I quit Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin' We can get it on, we can get it onNiggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin' Forty one, and let them know But even though my pocket's fat my belly's bigger Gots to come sic strict strict wid itThrow the hoe, y' know in a big ass gumbo pot Full stir, let it settle to make it lock Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier Whass up you timah, when your ass gonna retire?I ain't knowin', keep tellin' myself that I'ma call it quits But I got myself too much motherfuckin' cabbage Out there runnin' in the streets Lookin' up out the way for the one timePo-Po Penelope be seriously concentratin' Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry 'Cause fools be playa hatin' Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocksEsquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks 'Cause niggaz be tryin to make movies When they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies I be like poppin' the cap like a hungry motherI ain't even gon' lie I'm to', twoasted, looped, to' back, souped Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped Fuck these niggaz, they think I'll sell my soul But I'm way too cold, motherfuckerSittin' in my livin' room, thinkin' of a master plan Tryin' to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a life To make a dream, can you feel me now? Ballin' outta control, ballin' outta controlYeah, yeah, I'm ballin' outta control Out of motherfuckin' control I'm ballin' outta control 'cause I'm way too cold Yeah, I'm ballin' outta controlYeah, feel me man I feel you man, can you feel me man Yeah, I feel you man, Vitti can you feel me? I feel ya, motherfucker can you feel me?Yeah, feel me man I feel you man, feel me boy? I'm ballin' outta control Every fuckin' time, yeah, yeah, yeah All day, motherfucker, yeah
Это интересно:В 90-ых годах E-40 был одним из лидеров района Калифорнийского залива. Странная постановка рифм и использование большого количества сленга - вот что отличало его от всех остальных в районе Калифорнийского залива. Кроме того, его долговечность и искренность помогли ему заручиться хорошими отношениями со многими рэпперами, сначала с местными рэпперами из района залива, после с рэпперами... продолжение
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