E-40 - Dey Ain't No lyrics

Zapp IV beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back Water in the duals make loud gla** pack Gold tippytoes without a lick of chrome Bought a set of vogues and left the, stickers on Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks Paid cash, all ones Some old b**h came up to me and said, "What's the latest bro?" I said, "I'm tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas hoe" She said, "Can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard" I said, "You can work the strips and on my boulevard" "How much would I make?" I said, "Mega Just bring me back my scrill scratch paper" Heart heart money money street street hustle Sex, d**, smuggle, bubble Horns, dialin, speakers, subbin Sound just like the inside of a club-bin How many times could a Conrad come so bu*tery? Always on to' back have people lovin me Alcoholic drunk that ain't no gimmick B I'm always in and out the Betty Ford clinic see Drunk paraphenalia cream bu*terscotch Illegal like a garbage of hover rocks Workin off my pager you know the ropes I'm makin that cabbage cornbread like Oprah Diamond satch-uels from ja-f**in-hoe Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt In a Major Way I tried to told ya n***az have my sh** f**ed back in the days but now they know a Sold a bunch of units underground They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main But I'm alive, they was talkin about somebody else main