E-40 The Slap Lyrics

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[E-40]

Ooooh, I'm everything but nothin, my weeblization be thuggin

My music be all in the club, my fo' 15's be sub,

And my drums and my brake pads on my car be rubbin

My oldest, and my youngest son always nuggin

Bumpin, me and my cabinet savage, badness

Dumpin, on phony-ass fake-ass plastic, faggots

Grindin, dippin and divin, applyin pressure

Rhymin, in the +Lab+ like +Dexter+

Packin Winchester, penetrates the vesta

Catch a, bitch-a, out there oughta wet'cha

Kinda sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure, grams

Digital scale, green eggs & hams

Yams, candy yam, spam, DAMN!

Loaded, my cheese, peanut butter & jam

Sam'mich, mannish, me and my hispanics

Vanish, talkin in codes like we from different planets



[Chorus - Kaveo]

Ay, what y'all players ridin to? What y'all bumpin mayn?

(The slap!) What they knockin in the track?

What all my block niggas listenin to?

(The slap!) What about my ? players and West coast cats?

What they listenin to?

(The slap!) And I know my down South, midwest and East coast folks

is fuckin with (the slap!)



[E-40]

I've got white girl for sale!

And I don't mean caucausian, I'm talkin about yayo

2-way goin off, like a high school bell

A hundred bucks it cost me for my faulty chip sale

Around the corner from Starbucks coffee talkin to my gal

My frontin lil' broad up out of Tacoma askin for some mail

Like I'm some type of trick! Really? musty mouth BOOTCH!

Get smacked silly, get smacked silly

Musty mouth BOOTCH, get smacked silly

Puffin on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really real

Herbal kill deal chill pill scrill deal (deal)

Feel 'til Phil heal skill (skill)

Grindin, grittin & grindin, lurkin, seekin and searchin

Skirtin, tellin that durban work it (work it)

Caitlin Candy's drinkin and gurpin, E&J brandy burpin, {?}

Chickens and birdies pickin a chef to serve it

Servin, c-c-c-coffee, pop, bleedin the block for ravi (?)

Milkin the block for fetti like a pregnant bitch's titties



[Chorus]



[E-40]

Ooooh, ooooh

Talk my way out of anything, got my hands off in everything

If my money ever got funny, I'd pawn my Walter Potter engagement ring

If I was to pass away tomorrow, with a self-inflicted wound to the melon

Just remember y'all, I had the mouthpiece of car salesman

Heart beat of a gorilla, peel a cap back, to the tender fat

Put out a contract, bring you back your hats

Hypothetically speaking, not any time soon

Fly fittest finest player leakin, Daniel Boone boom BOOM boom

Creepin, fly right through your living room while you're sleepin

Peakin, tweakin, geekin, screamin

Chicken is sneakin but we was supposed to done had a meetin

Renegin fakin in whom I trust, standin outside of the club schemin

Scammin plottin and plannin yammin, yes sir and yes ma'am'n

Double agent, playin a 50's loose cannon, new shoe

You ain't even cool fool dude you a trick (trick)

Take it from the Water Man, straight big stick



[Chorus]



[E-40]

The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror {*7X*}

Slap!!

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