E-40 The Mail Man Lyrics

The Mail Man Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Real Shit
  • 2 Neva Broke
  • 3 Bring the Yellow Tape
  • 4 Practice Lookin' Hard
  • 5 Where the Party At
  • 6 Captain Save a Hoe
  • 7 The Mail Man
  • 8 Playa Hater
  • Kick this shit about the mail man

    [ VERSE 1 ]
    Time for the payback, backpay
    Can't let homie live to see his birthday
    A.K., Forty's lettin hot ones to the kidney
    Bootsee muthafucka didn't know what hit him
    What way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy
    Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavy
    Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fuckin fetti
    That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city
    Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivle
    Little old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man
    Now his ass is trash like a garbage can
    Caught up in some shit with the mailman

    (Boom-boom!) now they gloom
    My strap went boom 3x

    Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the room

    [ VERSE 2 ]
    They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do)
    They say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn't believe
    They say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthafucka
    (Hm-hm) Well, check this part out, brother
    (Okay) The nigga that the mail man shot
    Little homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock
    (That's right) Right off that hop, premiditated plot
    I'll park around the corner and do a walk-by
    Reconciliation, retaliation on my mind
    Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin swine
    Trapped in the game since 1979
    My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink wine
    I'm young, full of cum, nothin to lose
    Paid my dues, I'm settin the rules
    I got some clues, and I refuse
    To let the sucker that killed my homie get away smooth


    (Boom-boom!) now they gloom
    My strap went boom 3x

    When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed

    [ VERSE 3 ]
    Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin, plottin
    Schemin, actin like a demon
    My pores is stinkin, and I'm all sweaty
    Hallucinatin, smellin like burnt spaghetti
    Oh no, the mail man gotta go
    He killed my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo'
    To go, so I figured that he's after me
    Till the word on the streets is that I'm after him
    True, now I'm waitin for departure
    Cause I'm never late on arrival
    Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o
    And I can't forget the glock, cause it's the most reliable
    Shit, fuck it, I'ma just take the glock deep
    I scoped out his spot, I know where he sleeps
    Hot-wired the Thunderbird
    I'm headed for the suburbs
    Mobbin, doin about a buck fifty
    Took the third exit to another part of the city
    Now I'm his presence, about to let him have it
    Caught him walkin to his car, and now he's in a casket

    (Boom-boom!) now they gloom
    My strap went boom 3x

    When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed


    (Boom-boom!) now they gloom
    My strap went boom 3x

    Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

    Hm-hm
    Mail man needs money, man
    F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafucka
    Hm-hm, the mail man
    Ass-out jungle
    Gotta watch your back and play it well
    Stay away from fawlty muthafuckas
    That's real

    Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
    (Boom-boom!)

    Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

    Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
    (Boom-boom!)

    Now his ass is doomed Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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