E-40 Bootsee Lyrics

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Bootsee let me define it you can rewind it after I finish spittin'
Now I want you to tell me if you know somebody in yo town that fit the description
A sucka, a ignorant motha****a
One of them show boatin' high sidin' want to get some attention type nagas
Just as flashy but *****es be askin me
If they can borrow a couple of bucks until Tuesday
Pleases that man go say no man be tryin' to play Captain Save A Hoe
Gettin' marked by all them sneaky caniving *** set up hoes
You see bootsee is that ol' ***** with that ol' gold around his neck
Gold around his motha****in' house, gold around his motha****in' pet
Got everybody in the town thinkin' he sittin' nice on at least 20 ki's
But bootsee ain't movin nothin' but half thangs
Straight ****in' with some of y'all *****s domes
Braggin and boastin, How can I make this **** look clean
Y'all really want to know who the man behind the fat sack well lookie here
Sho' nuf ain't bootsee boss and thats for sure
'Cause bootsee be frontin himself off y'all *****s just don't know
The ones you least expect you know them square *** *****s in your city
They be the ones who have a grip, they be the ones who be sittin' pretty
Instead of tryin' to be super to start a ****in' track man
What a ***** really need to do is sit back and straight stack man
'Cause I've been on this Earth for 3 and some odd months man
Trippin' off how these *****s out here be straight transforming
Laughing and smiling, loving and hugging a brother grinning
Turn around and talk behind your back the next minute
***** we call him bootsee

Let me define it you can rewind it after I finish spittin'
But what about bootsee
It be them bootsee mutha****as in your town that's always game
It be them bootsee mutha****as in your town that's always game
Bootsee is that busta with in no gizame,
With in no gizame, with in no gizame

You's a loud talkin' runnin' off the mouth deeck
Wishy washy be puttin' yourself on front street
Sloppy grindin', failizing, ***** buying ***** licka
That's what hella heads be sayin' about that bootsee *****, and ah
In case some of y'all ain't knowin this
Do to do almost anything to be noticed, like ah
Pull out his whole bank account and dang near everything he owns, and ah
Tell everybody in the hood that he got a chip in his phone
And how the **** you gone be about you scratch when you gossip, like a batch
And all them fools know where your stash be at
That ain't no sharp ****
***** that's that hoe ****
Potna just keep on doin' what you do and watch your perv get peeled
Ridin' around here loose stickin out dumb like a soar thumb
***** tell the truth
Don't have a gun but I need one
You want to come up quick in this old **** so you can get it
But how the **** you gone make your revees givin out credit
To tweakers, droamers, drifters, leftovers, geekers, zombies
Folks that steal from they mommies
When I was doin' my thang I had strategy main
Sellin' that ?hite girl?you should have seen me main
You would have been proud of yo ***** 'cause I was briliant wid it
I snuck in and snuck out without slippin in it
Get what you need out the game and sit your *** down
Invest your money in some thangs and start clockin' pal
In a Major Way Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Chip in da Phone
  • 3 Da Bumble
  • 4 Sideways
  • 5 Spittin'
  • 6 Sprinkle Me
  • 7 Outta Bounds
  • 8 Dusted 'n' Disgusted
  • 9 1-Luv
  • 10 Smoke 'n' Drank
  • 11 Dey Ain't No
  • 12 Fed
  • 13 H.I. Double L.
  • 14 Bootsee
  • 15 It's All Bad
  • 16 Outro

  • Written by: Earl Stevens, Marvin Whitemon
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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