E-40 feat. Too $hort & Budda Yee Lyrics

My Ghetto Report Card Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Yay Area
  • 2 Tell Me When to Go
  • 3 Muscle Cars
  • 4 Go Hard or Go Home
  • 5 Gouda
  • 6 Sick Wid It II
  • 7 JB Stomp Down (skit)
  • 8 They Might Be Taping
  • 9 Do Ya Head Like This
  • 10 Block Boi
  • 11 White Gurl
  • 12 GettheFuckOn.com, Part 1 (skit)
  • 13 U and Dat
  • 14 I'm Da Man
  • 15 Yee
  • 16 GettheFuckOn.com, Part 2 (skit)
  • 17 Just Fuckin
  • 18 Gimme Head
  • 19 She Say She Loves Me
  • 20 Happy to Be Here
  • Chrous:

    That?s the call of my thugs
    When they step up in the club they go yee
    When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yee
    You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin? yee
    If its lookin? like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee

    My area code grows some of the best weed in the world
    My ninja we ain't no punk
    They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice
    Cause we always smell like skunk
    Sloppy drunk nine times out of ten every time you see me
    Bending corners in my brand new Dodge Durango Hemi
    Pimpin? the law up on us ? Officer Smokey and Mr. Johnny Law
    Always pullin? me over and searchin? my ****ing car
    Searchin? my Gluteus Maximus ? flashlight in my jaw
    Actin? like some batchesses ? thinkin? I got rock
    Doin? it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the lid, smoke a spliff,
    Earl bent, push ya wig, bout? my nig
    Everybody wanna talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark
    Everybody wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that saw, wanna peel up top
    I get a call from young bop, he up out my zone
    He said yo hillside ***** Ned on his way home
    I said well tell him to call me ? I love his *** to death
    Any ***** hatin? we gonna take his last breath


    Biatch ! It?s yo partna from the town ma?an
    I see y'all doin? it big you getting? down ma?an
    Yeah I **** with the V, Richmond know me
    Where every *****s ballin? that?s where *****es gonna be
    You can go across the bridge ****ing wit a *****
    Don?t matter which side you be all up in some **** before you know it
    It ain't like it used to be
    Everybody got straps to shoot you or me
    I give a **** about who, I don?t even know you
    Sup ? yeah pimpin? I got my thang too
    And its coo cause I know you know it
    I ain't even gotta pull it
    I ain't even gotta show it
    Don?t blow it ? that?s what a black man?s thinkin?
    I?ll be laying underground in a casket stinkin?
    If I slip I gotta keep my poise you here that 808 bumpin? what's all that noise

    Repeat Chorus

    Get ya head busted in ? I'm not your boy or your friend
    Get ya head busted in ? I'm not your boy or your friend
    You said that do that, pull that, shoot that
    Now where your crew at
    What you gonna do next
    I'm a west coast ***** yee
    I'm a east coast ***** yee
    I'm a down south ***** yee
    I'm a Midwest ***** yee

    Repeat Chorus

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