E-40 Do Ya Head Like This Lyrics

My Ghetto Report Card Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Yay Area
  • 2 Tell Me When to Go
  • 3 Muscle Cars
  • 4 Go Hard or Go Home
  • 5 Gouda
  • 6 Sick Wid It II
  • 7 JB Stomp Down (skit)
  • 8 They Might Be Taping
  • 9 Do Ya Head Like This
  • 10 Block Boi
  • 11 White Gurl
  • 12 GettheFuckOn.com, Part 1 (skit)
  • 13 U and Dat
  • 14 I'm Da Man
  • 15 Yee
  • 16 GettheFuckOn.com, Part 2 (skit)
  • 17 Just Fuckin
  • 18 Gimme Head
  • 19 She Say She Loves Me
  • 20 Happy to Be Here
  • [Chorus]
    Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
    Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
    Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
    Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
    Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
    Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
    Do ya head like this, do ya head like this

    When I told ya I had a white gurl
    I thought y'all was gonna hurl
    Y'all looked sick but the ***** still suck on my ****
    {ohh}
    But to all my *****z in the pin and some waiting to get it in
    I want all y'all *****s to

    [Chorus]

    This is a discipline rap for my *****z back in tha bin
    Tryin to hustle for the tin
    A discipline tracks for my *****z that rap
    But now I'm back and I hope ya don't do that
    Soul is the heart of it I hope I can get every lil bit of it
    But sometimes ya gotta slow it down
    Like the few Mc's that do shows in my town
    Back in 2000 the rap game was lackin'
    Like some of them rappers bringin' two steps back in
    But today is the day for hunger in the game
    It ain't bout the fame its all about the brains
    And if you got that and yo rhymes are phat
    Gone on head and do that
    But ya always gotta think
    Ohh you thought I stopped rappin
    Put yo money back in the bank on my rank I'm numba 1
    You is numba two I don't know what cha gone do
    Ya gotta think it threw but too all my Mc's
    Back in the game this **** it like it was back in the day
    I'm bout to throw the fist all my hoes do ya head like this {ohh}

    [Chorus]

    Check it out now
    My boy doe just ripped it
    Sip it smoke it do sumthin' wid it
    Get suppa sick wid it
    Girl I'm headin' to tha south
    I really want you to head down south if you know what I mean
    Use you're mouth like you're in a bath ridin' on a rath
    But to all my *****z in the pin and some waiting to get it in
    I want all y'all *****s to

    [Chorus]

    Super hyipihe in this ***** smokin' on da litch
    Throw that ***** right back in that nasty *** ditch
    X on my side slab on my phab my car shoot bullets
    Like the arm of Donavaon Mccnabb but think fast hoe
    Four-four gone blow me and E-40 we got all the dough
    But my boy doe he git it to he hustlin' at fourteen
    Tryin to get a wagur too

    [Chorus]

    Written by: Earl Stevens, Earl T Stevens, Ricardo Thomas
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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