E-40 feat. Sauce Money & Fat Joe Get Breaded Lyrics

Charlie Hustle: The BluePrint of a Self-Made Millionaire Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 L.I.Q.
  • 2 Ballaholic
  • 3 Cause I Can
  • 4 Get Breaded
  • 5 Look at Me
  • 6 Duckin’ & Dodgin’
  • 7 Fuckin’ They Nose
  • 8 Seasoned
  • 9 Earl That’s Yo’ Life
  • 10 Rules & Regulations
  • 11 Borrow Yo’ Broad
  • 12 Do What You Know Good
  • 13 Mouthpiece
  • 14 Big Ballin’ With My Homies
  • 15 Ghetto Celebrity
  • 16 Gangsterous
  • 17 Brownie Points
  • Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
    Sauce Money, get breaded
    Fat Joe, get breaded
    Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
    Sauce Money, get breaded
    Fat Joe, get breaded

    My penitentiary family'll
    reach 'fore you make a bet, when you gonna lay in a buck?
    When you gon' bust these suckers upside the head with another dump?
    I ain't no punk I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm dope

    E'rytime I touch the microphone, I come with smoke
    playa' potnah whatchu talkin' bout? What dey lookin' like?
    I just come off a double-album, you know that **** was tight
    and you right I make my drops for the club and the trunk

    Like a pregnant lady come with a album every eight or nine months
    See y'all ain't ready
    At seventeen I had a hundred dollars- eh-eh, thousands
    Chevy Impalas, ? Cougars, lower-development housin'

    Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it
    When y'all was tryin' to walk it, see I was tryin' to run it
    Smoked a lot of trees drunk (trees drunk)
    Locked a lot of keys in the trunk (keys in the trunk)

    On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin' saki
    I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers, like Liberace
    To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters
    Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside *****s

    Get yer bread bounce yer head!
    If you's obsessed withcha wealth and it
    More carats than a bunny rabbit
    Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit
    Get yer bread bounce yer head!

    The only way I get involved if it mean more dough
    (uh-huh) Sauce Money, E-4-Oh
    You know they want 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
    Treat all my hoes like Billy Blank son and Tae-Bo on 'em

    What up ma, too many G's to consume?
    I spit game so I can ease in your womb
    I know what you thinkin' I'm just teasin the tomb
    While I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room

    Lobster, shrimpin, never simpin, gangsta limpin
    Went from Sauce Money to big pimpin'
    Like bell bottoms, too much flate for some
    Flow so hot got summer scared to come

    But everybody on the track holdin' weight
    Five hundred thou', that's the golden gate
    From be -K to Oaktown, pass the smoke round
    Let me find out who broke now, uh-huh

    There's love in the East and there's love in the West
    Coast to coast G's do what you do best, just
    Get yer bread bounce yer head!
    To all my gettin' money chicks if you love the song

    Tell your man if he broke, he dead-*** wrong, you better
    Get yer bread bounce yer head!

    Yeah, who want to **** with The Last Don?
    I hate you *****s with a pass-ion
    **** around and get blast on
    My *****s mad strong and they kill you quick

    Come out or get hit, we the ****
    Think I would lie to you *****?
    You could die with the snitch, and buried alive in the ditch
    Come five with the fifth, try to slide but you slid

    We the livest of clicks, Terror Squad to the death of me
    Remember me? The same kid that ran triz on Stephanie
    Felony's the minimal, enemies I pity you
    Step to me, c'est la vie, and I'm killin' you

    Drillin' you with holes in your chest
    You opposin' the best
    TS, supreme, crows on the nest

    ? like what you say out here ain't nothin' nice
    For brownie points or stripes *****s take your life
    with boxcutters, **** a knife, just for braggin' rights
    Lost in the game! Drownin' sinkin' holdin' my breath

    Lost in the game! Broke miserable starvin' to death
    boom boom boom, boom boom!
    Crazy weebleations boss burn broom!
    Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand dollars worth

    of counterfeit bills, marked money and sour dope deals
    To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters
    Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside *****s
    Get yer bread bounce yer head!

    If you's obsessed withcha wealth and it
    More carats than a bunny rabbit
    Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit

    Get yer bread bounce yer head!
    Get yer bread bounce yer head!
    Get yer bread bounce yer head!

    And there you have it
    Three tycoons weighin' in at 300-plus ya undersmell that?
    Fat Joe, Sauce Money and E-40, ya undersmell that?
    East coast West Coast connection, y'know

    Sick Wid It Records, the new millineum ballers
    Ya undersmell me? Where you come from?
    Beyotch?! You know we do this hoahhh
    Oh! sheeit! beotch!

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