E-40 H.I. Double L. Lyrics

(feat. B-Legit & Celly Cel)

(E-40)
Hey ah, which way should I steer ah
The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror
Pervin like a m________a swervin
Hope I don't scrub in my '95 Suburban
To go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes
Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin n____s tweak
Quick fast and a hurry don't worry 40 vision blurry
Shorty hit the freeways climbin like that n____ Joe Torre
(Celly Cel)
What do you know it's siggity Cel
That funky n_____o that funky n____ doe
Kickin in doors you beta grab ya hoe
I see ya cruisin in the late night
creepin wit my n____ B-Legit and 40 water, ah s___
(40)
We're here-we're there-we're everywhere
Highly intox-icated but we don't care
(B-Legit)
I'm from the H.I.L.L. the place where my n____s bell
A mack m____fuckin 12 will send your a__ straight to hell
(40)
A tick a tock, the s___ da spot
They say them crazy m____fuckas pull out a chop
(B)
I watch them m____fuckas run
I do this s___ for fun
You n____s know you can't get none
(40)
b_____

Chorus-
I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O
H.I.L.L side doe
Spittin straight game is all a n____ know and ahh
and they be like... (there they go,off to the liquor store)
(B)
I tell a b____ what the f___ you mean where I've been
And so what I smells like p____ and gin
I had money to make
b____es to break and if the s___ was out of line I had lives to take
I told you from the gate that I'm a mobster
Sippin DP eatin lobster
Don't get it confused you won't get abused
As long as you makin' me them revenues
(Cel)
That miggity mack, that diggity dang and that niggity nut
Jump in the back of my cut with a tramp s___ and hit the gut
Ain't got no love for 'em all I love to do is d___ 'em
Pass 'em to the extra mannish n____ 40 water
(40)
If I was popeye with a ?
You could kiss my big black royal
I'm not funkin' over Oliveoil
Last night I had a superbad in my room
She sucked me till my d___ shriveled up like a prun
(Cel)
Well pass the Hussy to the left hand side
So I can bend her over hit it from the back and let her ride
You know it's Sick Wid It
Hog gotta put the shake down
Shot her to the left n____ hit me with the break down

Chorus
(40)
Beefeater, Tanqueray, Safire, Bombay
? the punch bowl full of hurricane
That'll last a n____ dang near all day
Smokin' HERB we gets perved cop a squat
Let's hang out at the old Cola spot
(B)
n____ I'm a Louie smokes d___ near Q
So can I get a Twomp on my pager here
You been blowin' me up
I know you know the code
31 double 07 dash 9 eleven
(40)
High steppin'
Ya blankin off the blanks
Cuz I'm a “Rock star”Hate goin dove rock
n____ let me use your f___in car
All the way to sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday
Threw up money tore up a__ botch you call the po po on me
Told 'em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Salonto County
Sheriffs pull my a__ over, and book me caught me with a gun
And a bunch of Alezah bottles and they was askin me where I'm from
And I said b____

Chorus

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