Studio Ton - Spittin' lyrics

[E-40] Woke up in the A.M., toasted out of my cranium Gotta take a sh**, took a dump in the Mediterranean Flushed the toilet, hit the shower Snatched a fit up out the clos' Mauser C-96 broomhandle Hangin half-way out my drawers You n***as better feel me I got patrons to serve n***a got to starts pay props will deserve f** my trunk against my medley An' ya might do dirt, f** you on my way to see Miss Chiminey Cause since Chiminey is a good friend of me She likes to go ah, downtown She likes it when I, pound pound Here's a whoppin' b**h Call me uh-Bah uh-Barney Rubble stick the beast down, so duck Had the p**y poppin bubbles Scratchin the paint off up of the walls Pickin off in them drawers, rebel without a pause She could feel a gnat sting, swimmin' in Niagara Falls Now no matter extra meal, managin the place All up in the motherf**in' tall can face Streets make you broke, Forty Water ain't no joke Make way, say hey, check my display Bump this sh** til your tape breaks (Bump this sh** til ya tape breaks) And you's a b**h if you ain't got no Click tape (And you's a b**h if you ain't got no Click tape) Chorus: E-40 40 took a forty to the f**in dome And now they got me spittin on the microphone... 40 took a forty to the f**in dome And now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch! Drunker than a motherf**er spittin that sh** [E-40] High rank, n***a poor Stack scratch taller than Manute Bol Cash rules everything around me 40 Water-Water get the money Oh tell me baby gon' be no catchin', bet ya catch before 40 7-11 Ah big Danz said a step man, can't win (uh) 1-Luv to my n***as in the Youth yo Gettin' swoll, bulkin' up, drinkin' pruneau Y'all stay the same, got some extra whoop I think I need a drink The waiter got me f**in like me right in here b**hes sooner than I think The LAPD's on crack man They shot my n***a Tone Tucker in the back man Prejudiced motherf**ers! What n***as need to do is f** a-lo a-lo key now Squash the fuh-ah f**in' spot, ain't nothin' wrong? (Squash it) Hang with tactical edged (staple?) highly easy To be converted to Mack-1 Twice as righteous (righteous), make them po-po's like us Drink with me, second base, and I'm gone for home I drunk a 40 to the f**in dome Chorus [E-40] I ain't no guide (I ain't no guide) So don't call me hostess (hostess) n***a don't you know I'm all open to explosives (I'ma explode) Let tha bed bugs bite, sleep light Be ready for the tip-toein phantoms at night When I open em for risk (when I open it for risk) Smokin somethin for the hatest terminator instigator (terminator instant trader) n***a just bought from Traders Tyler lookin for all some of that fit, ya gotta admit n**let your life is set why you ungreatful motherf**as You better get somewhere where they love you at Your life is set why you ungrateful motherf**a I've been strugglin strivin so hard to make my sh** obese (uh) Pacin back and forth (uh) Bear to grit my teeth, C-C-L-L-I-I-C-K, Northern California beat I feed your a**, with my ambitiousness about the f**in bumble Lookin ambitious as the motherf**in bumble Soundin' off car alarms My sh** ain't nothin humble Gotta say wa**up (gotta say wa**up) to some n***as on my team n***as like Rec-Street and Nicky motherf**in Green (motherf**in Green) Chorus