E-40 feat. Juicy J & 2 Chainz They Point 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
  • Every time I stop, hoes like look at him
    Every car I drive, *****s want one of them
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn

    Every time I stop, hoes like look at him
    Every car I drive, *****s want one of them
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn

    Like Ricky Ross, everyday I'm hustlin'
    Gettin' off weight (like who?) Jennifer Hudson
    Pack a hammer, Thor
    Shooter, score
    Slide through batches think I'm hecka rich
    Breakin' necks, turnin' heads like the exorcist
    Thumbs up like the like button
    Eatin' good, no rib touchin'
    Runnin' with a bundle, never fumble
    Countin' so much bread I got Carpal tunnel
    Stock paint (from where?) Maaco
    Beige, like a potato
    They hate me on the outside, love me in the inside
    Suck me in the back seat while I let a friend drive
    Half a pound two stacks, half a unit 10-5
    I stay out here by Sully so you know a hustler been fly

    Every time I stop, hoes like look at him
    Every car I drive, *****s want one of them
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn

    Every time I stop, hoes like look at him
    Every car I drive, *****s want one of them
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn

    My pockets some'n serious, mansion on a hilly
    Main that ***** got more cheese than a philly
    Shoelace tied but a ***** still trippin'
    I'm Lionel Richie high, I'm dancin' on the ceiling
    Never marry a hoes, I just marry checks
    That's how you stay on top, missionary sex
    Rubberband business, know you heard of that
    I got the town talkin, know you scurred of that
    None less than ten figures, you know what I'm worth
    Record sales, show money, not including merch'
    Club full of *****es, pocket full of Franks
    Blunt full of weed, cup full of drank
    Me going raw dog, ain't no way in hell
    Before I risk my life it be a cold day in hell
    But ***** take it off, here we go show and tell
    And I'm ****in' that ***** like I'm fresh out of jail

    Every time I stop, hoes like look at him
    Every car I drive, *****s want one of them
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn

    Every time I stop, hoes like look at him
    Every car I drive, *****s want one of them
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn

    Parallel park while I'm ghost riding
    Black diamonds man I'm racial profiling
    I'm so fly man I need a co-pilot
    So I might let your damn ho drive it
    Lil' hair pullin' man I like rough sex
    Dropped out, I ain't never passed a drug test
    You know my lingo baby let's mingle
    So I got a thousand dollars worth of singles
    I got racks in the cargo of my camels
    Still, still won't give her Nathaniel
    Life a gamble so I had to make a bet
    These ain't Air Max but make a check
    They took me out the streets but it's still in me
    I been sellin' work since we had Bill Clinton
    I'm the voice of the streets so they still listen
    On the back of the milk carton, ceiling missing

    Every time I stop, hoes like look at him
    Every car I drive, *****s want one of them
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn

    Every time I stop, hoes like look at him
    Every car I drive, *****s want one of them
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn
    They pointin', they pointin'
    They like damn

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