Clown Wit It
(E-40)
Forty water and MystikalWhat cha know about that nigga?Huh?(E-40)
What cha want girl?
You interested in a thug ass niggaWit battle wounds and scarsLawyers, doctors, rappers, R&B singers or sports stars?
Wig splittas and dome crackers that s all I'm accustomed toAllergic to suckas and bustas and get to sneezin and shit aaachew!
Ain't affiliated wit pathological liars and name droppers
Just bosses and mafia niggas
Slick talkers and collar poppa s
Drug traffic and racketeer bank robbers
Young pits pants saggin totin and packin choppers
I'm having this ghetto money tryin to stay papered up like a faxI keep tellin all these niggas out this wayyou ain't got to have dandruff to have scratchProtect yo neck and yo chestSee my mentality hasn't changed just my physical address nothin less (less)
I smoke wit the gromiest and the highestTakin my chances on hepatitisSharin my forty s of malt liquor drinkin211 after any old nigga thinking&(Chorus)
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Pimpin mob wit itClown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit itClown wit it, Clown wid it
I mean sic wid itClown wit it, Clown wid itPimpin mob wit itClown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit itClown wit it, Clown wid it(Mystikal)
Nigga you must have been drinkin dog waterIf you think you can fuck wit the bayou godfather
Smoke like scaldin water I'm come from the 12th wardCuts and welts and scars whoever face-off
Burnin and turnin they lights out makin them stay dark
Body beatin and sweepin keepin em sleepinheat seekin deletincause bitch I ain need chafeel like bullets hit cha when the rhymes flyin offwhen I get finish wit chayou gonna feelinDog tired boss (John Cofey from the Green Mile)Jump shop, hop flight, cop ride andTellin finally smell it and chop it up wit FonzarelliThese niggas be sounding like they talking bout they on onebut when I come they only fuck up one run like homerunFire-bringaRhyme-singaPussy-bangaYoung dick- slangaThey funky like Kunta Kinte own thangon my bike I'm ridin the fuckin rap game on the handle bars(Chorus)
Clown wit it, Clown wid itPimpin mob wit itClown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit itClown wit it, Clown wid it
I mean sic wid itClown wit it, Clown wid itPimpin mob wit itClown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit itClown wit it, Clown wid it
I'm talkin sic wid it(E-40)Livin in California ain't always to cuteLike New OrleansYou can fuck around and get yo head put on flat in a road rage dispute
The poor get poorerAnd the rich keep gettin richerThese hoers keep pourinAnd the spicks keep getting slicker
I play the game for what it s worthHard like penitentiary steel not soft like a Nerf
I know some cats, seriously homey maybe twice,ain't neva been pass four blocks in they li-a-lifedudes can't even dream a dream about gettin paidjust sittin on the corner sittin there for about a decade
I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed but I'm a rebelSome cats'll bury their self alivejust to prove they know how to use a shovel
And about you sounding like everybody else ass rappers knock my flow
But in the back of your head you really be sayinthat their nigga right their be snappinthat nigga from the bay
I ain't even gon lie pimpinThat nigga a fool right theirHe got a fool styleThat nigga their can go&go(Chorus)
Clown wit it, Clown wid itPimpin mob wit itClown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit itClown wit it, Clown wid it
I mean sic wid itClown wit it, Clown wid itPimpin mob wit itClown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit itClown wit it, Clown wid it
I'm talkin sic wid it
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