E-40 Slummin' 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
  • [E-40]
    Showin up, showin out, makin my presence known (known)
    Roll it up, smokin out, in a perfect fuckin zone (zone)
    Fast lane and they slummin, you can hear this hustler comin (comin)
    'round the block with hella knock (knock) cuttin up stuntin (stuntin)
    Lil' stinger out the sunroof (sunroof) throw it up not loose (loose)
    Ready to catch a fade, ready to put up my fuckin deuce
    Ready to squeeze a nigga neck (neck) like this bottle of Grey Goose (Goose)
    I ain't never cashed a check (check) just street nigga loot (loot)
    Mannishness, foolery, rockin hella jewelry (jewelry)
    Local superstar (star) you oughta see my car (car)
    Out of sight, up to par (par) came a long way hecka far (far)
    And I owe it to my triple beam and my pickle jar (BEITCH!)
    There's mackin in my DNA, make a bitch pay what she weight
    E'ry day a holiday, born and raised up in the Yay
    Polished young brother; never been a sucker
    A sharp hustler, flyer than a crop duster (BEITCH!)

    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    We out here grittin 'bout Cooter, it's like a holiday
    Standin out on the steps, where my momma stay
    Walkin right up to the cars, keep it comin (keep it comin)
    We out here slummin! (We out here slummin!)

    Trappin and checkin my traps (traps) collectin and countin my racks (racks)
    Settin and shootin craps (craps) totin and packin gats (gats)
    In the party double fisted (fisted) at the bar gettin hella twisted
    See that bitch right there? That's the homey bitch
    but he don't know I'm hittin it (hittin it)
    Little gutter chick (gutter chick)
    Cain't get enough of it ('nough of it)
    Strung out on my dick (on my dick) she like to spit on it (spit on it)
    Act classy but really a freak nasty
    She like for me to nut on her cavity
    It's game involved (game involved) I'm a damn fool
    I'm the nigga a fixture, my nigga I'm the dude! (I'm the dude!)
    I never been a big tipper, I can be hella rude! (Hella rude!)
    Only thing I tip is my liquor and my food (is my food)
    Boss status (boss status) smokin cabbage (smokin cabbage)
    Living lavish (living lavish) extra mannish (extra mannish)
    Profit flippin (profit flippin) flippin profit (flippin profit)
    Louis sippin (Louis sippin) Hu$tleholic$!


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