E-40 Gargoyle Serenade Lyrics

The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 1, 2 & 3 Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Fast Lane
  • 2 They Point
  • 3 Rock Stars
  • 4 Outta Town
  • 5 What's My Name
  • 6 Slummin'
  • 7 Do the Playa
  • 8 Cutlass
  • 9 Turn It Up
  • 10 Let's Fuck
  • 11 Bust Moves
  • 12 Can You Feel It?
  • 13 What Is It Over?
  • 14 In the Ghetto
  • 15 Rollin'
  • 16 In This Thang Breh
  • 17 Mary Jane
  • 18 Help Me
  • 19 Blame It on the DJ
  • 20 Beatin' the Trunk Loose
    CD 2
  • 1 I'm Laced
  • 2 On the Case
  • 3 Function
  • 4 Tryna Get It
  • 5 Street Nigga
  • 6 The Other Day Ago
  • 7 This Is the Life
  • 8 Sell Everything
  • 9 My Life
  • 10 Grey Skies
  • 11 With the Shit
  • 12 Hittin' a Lick
  • 13 This Shit Hard
  • 14 Scorpio
  • 15 Red & Blue Lights
  • 16 Zombie
  • 17 Memory Lane
  • 18 I Know I Can Make It
  • 19 I Can Do Without You
  • 20 I'm Doin' It
    CD 3
  • 1 Jealous
  • 2 Wasted
  • 3 What You Smoking On
  • 4 Making My Rounds
  • 5 Catch a Fade
  • 6 Be You
  • 7 It's Curtains
  • 8 Stove on High
  • 9 Get Loose
  • 10 Gargoyle Serenade
  • 11 Pussy Loud
  • 12 I Ain't Doin' Nothin'
  • 13 What Happened to Them Days
  • 14 I'm on His Top
  • 15 Get Ya Weight Up
  • 16 Salute You
  • 17 40 & Hiero
  • 18 Sidewalk Memorial
  • 19 Over Here
  • 20 My Whip Hot
  • Scrapin the pavement with his knuckles, gorilla like with it
    Run a background check, bet you they say he livid
    He got a voice out there mayne! He don't wear a muzzle
    West coast fixture, disrespect him you in trouble
    Niggarish nigga, dig that with a shovel
    Broccoli in the air, gathered up in a huddle
    'Bout to blast off - like a space shuttle
    RealHustlersUnite.com, born in the struggle
    Cain't be weak, gotta earn your keep
    Gotta stay woke while everybody else asleep
    Cause they dusty mayne, they dirty mayne, they'll try and sneak
    Creep up on you from beind and make yo' melon leak
    Watch yo' back, and yo' front
    Gotta pack the kind of guns that hunters use to hunt
    Braveheart, not a punk
    It can go down at any time, be prepared for funk
    I was built for this shit, seen cats get peeled in this shit
    for either flappin they lips, or warrin over a chick
    Either that or they snitch or owe somebody some chips
    Used to flea flick and pitch, fucked around and got rich!
    So damn focused ferocious, man I don't know if y'all noticed
    I'm tryin to bubble like sodas it's funky like halitosis
    Stanky gritty no pity, it's a killer in every city
    On the ave where it's mannish, posted up with the many

    Uhh! Back from a leave of absence
    Got the block pregnant, now it's havin contractions
    All boys, not girls like the Braxtons
    Sellin that white like the Kardashians
    On the track like a weave! Loaded as fuck, geeked
    Got a pint of that there oil and a zap of broccoli
    And I wish a bitch WOULD, try to slide through I'm ready
    I'ma send him back in a box and I ain't talkin 'bout a Chevy
    I'm totin somethin heavy, that'll fuck a fucker UP!
    A cinnamon roll, look like a snake curled up
    Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka, goes the hundred round drum
    WOOOOOO, the amba-lambs, here they come
    Flatlined, folks cryin, "My baby was an angel sir!"
    But little did she know that her lil' devil was a finagler
    A robber, a thief, a stealer, always into somethin
    A peeler, runnin, from the po'-po' and the soil, he had it comin
    BEOTCH BEOTCH!!

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