E-40 feat. B-Legit & Laroo T.H.H. Outta Town 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
  • [Hook:]
    Birds on the highway flying in the rental
    The pills look like skittles
    And the OG's just as strong as can be
    Let's take a trip outta town
    I gotta double my money
    My connect is waiting on me
    Being broke ain't nothing funny
    Let's take a trip outta town
    Box it up and wrap it
    Then let's get in traffic
    I can fedex you a package
    Let's take a trip outta town

    [Verse 1: E-40]
    Pardon me... but would you happen to have any gray poupon
    Fuck naw bitch we out here clippin' coupons (coupons)
    Welfare recipients fixed income (income)
    EBT cards PG&E none
    After sitting in the dark for a week no lights for a week
    Made up my mind I'm a do what I gotta to do as a man and get on the grind
    I rap and I rhyme but so far that ain't made me a dime
    I'm sick of my mama flippin' pattys working at Maggies commin' home cryin
    On the weekend workin part time stressin' and prayin'
    It's goin be alright mommy I put that on me
    I'm a start sellin tree cause it's less risky
    Went and got a cannabis card so the popo can't frisk me
    Goin hard on the yard rollin my sleeve gettin down and dirty
    Amtrackin it outta state and city to city
    Greyhound bussin it seal it and tuck it in my booty
    Got pills, windshield and elbows of broccoli
    BIATCH!

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2: B-Legit]
    Pisces got the prices dope be da nicest
    Niggas cop cakes and cut them into slices
    Then we get vices feds and the task force
    I can teach you how to get it, crash course
    And when it's slow you gotta move around
    Find a nigga outta town say he gettin down
    Put em on the ground see you in about a week
    The only way to eat keep your money in the streets (ya)
    South niggas put they border up
    Arizona Mex fuck tha border up
    They even get across if they sorta tuff
    You gotta know who to trust that's important stuff
    California grown what you knowin good
    And they be blowin that up in the back wood
    And they be coppin that if the scratch good
    All you gotta do is just give it to the neighborhood

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: Laroo]
    I give it too ya
    I got tha tracking number tear the paper up when it lands
    Quick notha hunned in tha rubba band it's never enough
    Just feedin 5 (5) on the wake up touch wherever you desire
    Them niggas pack was quiet I came with all loud
    Mama didn't know how tha money came she was proud
    I open doors in a small town avoid snitches
    Bounce back like trampolines when work missing (GET IT BACK!)
    Is you lookin for a way in or way out
    Credit good real niggas never see the drought
    Shot the game to my lil nigga cause he tha driver
    Minivan got 10 cakes on each tire
    We take that highway up town with light traffic
    No smokin speed limit we so active
    Have my bread straight big faces facing up
    Let this rental car trail me with hammers tucked

    [Hook]

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