Sinister Mob (feat. Nate Dogg) - E-40

Yeah, this is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one Welcome back Every time I turn around, every time they hear my sound They get me all up underground, still inside the box Fuck what they say, just be, the Black folk like it, it's a hit How can this true gangster shit be still outside the box? We came from a place where our hearts are pure People wanna know what we're marchin' for Grouped up, scooped up all my pals Flavor for days, so much style They can't even put it in a box now (wow) Stepped out, gator smile, wait a while "Excuse me, Snoopy, can we get a flick?" I ain't really trippin', go on, take that shit What? It's really gon' be 'bout gettin' love And that's only 'cause I give love I stand up for it, I manned up for it like a brother 'posed to Went through, go through, goin' through, knowin' you Showin' you, flowin' to and the mental to grow into Let bygones be bygones So you can be an icon like I've done Every time I turn around, every time they hear my sound They get me all up underground, still inside the box Fuck what they say, just be, the Black folk like it, it's a hit How can this true gangster shit be still outside the box? Own it like I want it, that's 24-7 Me and my dawgs on the highway to Heaven Just put a Funko in 7-11 It's a trifecta, me, Jasmine, and Kevin Built a massive team that's passion themed Do it for the love, on top there's the cream I do it 'til I did that, get enough Run it up, rake enough, make enough to give back What? It's really gon' be 'bout gettin' love And that's only 'cause I give love I stand up for it, I manned up for it like a brother 'posed to Went through, go through, goin' through, knowin' you Showin' you, flowin' to and the mental to grow into Let bygones be bygones So you can be an icon like I've done Every time I turn around, every time they hear my sound They get me all up underground, still inside the box Fuck what they say, just be, the Black folk like it, it's a hit How can this true gangster shit be still outside the box?

Well, you're caught, motherfucker Went to the studio, they said you weren't there all day Still continue to lie I don't know why I'm fuckin' worried about it, you know what I'm saying? But I fucked up Don't fucking come looking for me and shit If you're just gonna fuckin' lie to me I don't understand what's going through your head You wanna be with other bitches, go be with other bitches You don't need to be with me, the fuck? Leave me the fuck alone Seems like wintertime in June After all we've been through Seems dark, it's only noon All of our ups and downs, we've changed Girl, I love you, ooh, forever I can't stand you, stand you never Girl, I just wanna lay and chill wit'chu You're more than a summer fling and I was wondering Can we go back to makin' love The way we did when I was fresh out? Ooh, baby Now you got a nigga stressed out I just wanted to be cool Seems like wintertime in June After all we've been through Seems dark, it's only noon All of our ups and down, we've changed Girl, I love you, ooh, forever I can't stand you, stand you never Girl, you say I just wanna hang out with my crew But, girl, you know I'm hustlin' to bring you everything But you act like it ain't enough I gave a fuck but now I'm fresh out Ooh, baby Now you got a nigga stressed out I just wanted to be cool Seems like wintertime in June (Seems like) After all we've been through Seems dark, it's only noon All of our ups and downs, we've changed Girl, I love you, ooh, forever I can't stand you, stand you never Wintertime with my baby It's cold, bring that thang close to me like we're supposed to be Can we go back to makin' love? But ain't no condom left, I'm fresh out (Ooh, baby) We can have a baby and figure the rest out I just need you to be cool Seems like wintertime in June (Wintertime) After all we've been through Seems dark, it's only noon (Dark before it's noon) All of our ups and downs, we've changed Girl, I love you, ooh, forever I can't stand you, stand you never Wintertime (It will change) With my baby (Feelings change) Wintertime in June I just need you to be cool

Yeah, yeah, Evie Eve And you know, you better know I keep some chuck's on my feet khakis on my legs Trunk full of funk, nigga, while I'm breaking bread Sliding through your system, banging, bobbing heads Doing mines and I don't care what other niggaz saying They can pop it but they can't stop it, boy, I'm getting mine Selling clothes up in this bitch like Calvin Klein Getting cuties to shake they booty at the same time I'd be damned if I go back to jail for the same crime I'm too slick to get caught up in this dirty game I'm a scholar that make dollaz off the birdy game Crip hoping I got it popping on the boulevard Man, I ain't fucking with Chevy's, I got my own car D O double, you don't wanna rumble, why you testing me? Oh, I know, you must be gone off them ecstasy Bad habits, you better kick it before it get you loc And try to get yourself hooked on this chronic smoke Fo' sho' Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast All my doggs, we could smoke We 'bout to take some bank roll Everywhere that I go Man, I see the same hoes I know they already know Yeah, we like it real raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg Uh, huh, these niggas got you head nodding And this chick got the drums from your ears throbbing Known to do it, baby bubblin', do 'chu dare stop it Love when bitches hate you, hear the song pimps, ain't nothing to me Got my nigga, Snoop, he been down As for my nigga, Nate, shit, he was in town Created heat so you can bang it, crank it nice and loud Can't block me out, I'm popping up Evie Eve, I'm upon your TV Ain't never stuck up off the freezyness Same bitch, same pitch, nothing ridiculous Want this brown girl, I see you thug lick your lips Gotta have that bombshell, damn girl, I need you for me Keep love on the both sides, we in the church On these niggas getting smoke ties, domino playing up here Praying that they legalize but fuck it still choke top down Baby blowing smoke in the sky, come on Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast All my doggs, we could smoke We 'bout to take some bank roll Everywhere that I go Man, I see the same hoes I know they already know Yeah, we like it real raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg Now, when you see me acting up in the club (It ain't nothin') Uh, six fall up on dub's (It ain't nothin') Huh, breaking up blueberry buds (It ain't nothing) And every hood showing nothing but love (It ain't nothing) Taste buds ain't the same, for the simple brain Should'a never let me learn what millions really mean Yeah, I'm a simple girl but really don't want simple things Keep real doggs close, hate cats with simple brains Not ready for the collision, stay up in your lane East Coast, West Coast, you still don't fuckin' think Dedicated to you, baby, keep your gangsta lean You gots to be my queen 'cause I'm the Bigg King The one with the Bigg house with the Bigg things Sista Eve, you blessed the whole scene You're the queen of the team, with cream, you're so supreme A blessin' in the skies, open up your eyes Me and you together, shit, we gon' collect the vibes Exercise and go where we wanna go, stay fly Sho' and original, turn up your stereo 'Cause here we go, here we go Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast All my doggs, we could smoke We 'bout to take some bank roll Everywhere that I go Man, I see the same hoes I know they already know Yeah, we like it real raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg It ain't nothing It ain't nothing It ain't nothing It ain't nothing

Friends, how many of us have them? Friends, how many of us have them? Friends, how many of us have them? Friends, how many of us have them? Every since I could remember, I had friends I could depend on Clothes to lend 'em, money to spend on But as time went by, my life got a little strange And the rules in this game seem to change Trust, honesty and devotion And money, money, money is the poison potion There's no way that I can even say that this game Has been good to me or even bad to me It had to be 'cause tragically The way this shit cracked off for Doggy Dogg was magically And now I'm gettin' everything I'm supposed to get But my friendship with niggas always ends up as bullshit I listen to my momma though She always tried to prepare me, and warn me for the drama now But how could she do what I, I mean I'm do or die But my life on the streets, that shit is suicide So to cope I got a Dogg and a Locc And keep my heat close in case these jokes go for broke I'm mashin' with the click 2-1-3 that is They my homeboys ever since kids, real friends to the end Hangin' out with my homies, how many of us have them? And I'm feelin' just fine, how many of us have them? I've been ponderin' lately, lately, how many of us have them? A lot of different things on my mind, how many of us have them? It seems lately my friends list, how many of us have them? Done took a slight decline, how many of us have them? And if you wanna know the truth man, man, how many of us have them? Them wasn't no friends of mine, how many of us have them? You jackin' me up, you takin' my cash All my life LBC, for my city I mash All those OG's and BG's and wannabe's and L-O-C's The only friends I got is my 2-1-3's That's my nigga Snoop D Whoop and my nigga N-A-T-E I can't forget about my nigga H to the Dizzy Pressure and strikes, don't wanna take no lives But these jaw-jacks and hood cracks'll make you break some dizzacks "Whassup homie, can I borrow some cash?" Last week I gave you 500, so kiss my ass I got a baby to feed, a family to see through And shake busta snitches, tweakin' like gizzoo Homies and friends, that's what they bizzo Stayin' tight and money right and bustin' with a .44 Hangin' out with my homies, how many of us have them? And I'm feelin' just fine, how many of us have them? I've been ponderin' lately, lately, how many of us have them? A lot of different things on my mind, how many of us have them? It seems lately my friends list, how many of us have them? Done took a slight decline, how many of us have them? And if you wanna know the truth man, man, how many of us have them? Them wasn't no friends of mine, how many of us have them? Hangin' out with my homies, how many of us have them? And I'm feelin' just fine, how many of us have them? I've been ponderin' lately, lately, how many of us have them? A lot of different things on my mind, how many of us have them? It seems lately my friends list, how many of us have them? Done took a slight decline, how many of us have them? And if you wanna know the truth man, man Them wasn't no friends of mine

All my little bad bitches in here If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah" Baby, touch your toes We can get freaky, have an episode Tell me is ya with that Episode, tell me is ya with that I don't like it, I love it, I wanna grip it and touch it I'm tryna hit it and fuck it, stab it and stick it and stuck it Get you to lick it and suck it and kiss it after I nutted We can be friends, ain't gotta be seen in the public I'm about that verb, that action, have that coochie having contractions When I be smashing and smacking and sapping, thrusting and thrashing Sit back and relax and have a glass of this bottle Earl Stevens selections: mango moscato Handbag by Selena, seem like I already knew ya Beautiful girl, you so bad, look like somebody done drew ya My eyes salute ya, you a sight for sore eyes, booty and thighs You and yo' girls should get with me and my guys Come and get a bar of this mackin', baby girl, get rid of that sap He ain't real, he a fraud, baby girl, that dude is a cat! When he first intervened, he bought you flowers, no doubt But once he got in good, he started doggin' you out Shawty in love with them gangstas, that's why she holla at me A country nigga be whipping at 50 thousand a ki' You just be giving her, getting her, I just fill her with D Even though she cute and petite, freaky, discreet She got SS on her booty, well, them tattoos on her cheek Make me wanna take her to a island, we could do it for weeks Girl, let me Birkin your bag, Jimmy Choo on your feet Let me get you out of the Jag and in that Bentley GT I'm on the west coast, droptop riding, fool With E-40 sitting with me, we riding, fool Hustle Gang bang green, we tried thems truths Somebody told you otherwise, they lied to you I bet it all, roll the dice, bet, bet Quarter mil' on me in the bag, check that Them suckas don't like it but they gon' respect that Spend the night, have a episode, you won't forget that, check that Girl, I came here with all my niggas and all this liquor Said she want a threesome, I'm gon' lick her From the bottom to the top, take it down I'mma roll the weed but she gon' break it down It's not my fault if that's yo' girl Cause she wanna leave with a real nigga Pussy on my balls, her panties in my car Before your nigga call, you know I gotta get it

Mack game, let me explain the fundamentals Charge a bitch like incidentals Put the peas up in the pot without the lentils When it come to getting paper, I'm low-key instrumental You bound to find me up in an Avis mini-van rental Player wanna lock this dog up in a kennel Hustle hard, never gentle My life is a movie, it's action-filled, it's suspenseful Play to win, never play to lose, I refuse Kids gotta eat, need some school shoes Can't spend my cop money, gotta cop Gotta pay my lawyer in case I get popped Stapler in my Under Armour boxer briefs We don't play for give, bitch, we play for keeps When it come to getting gouda, nigga, I'm a beast Bring it to your door like Uber Eats I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel Took her to the strip club, dropped her off Gotta watch her, though, 'cause she sell soft Met her off Smirnoff, Red Bull Like it in her gut with her hair pulled B-la fuck around, like to smoke weed Bunch of purple shit and palm leaf 140 acres, all trees Carpal tunnel, nigga, when we off these I don't think they know, I'm the one to count Pitcher from the block tryna strike me out Pack turned down, called to psyche me out Trips out of town then they wipe me out Sick Wid it, my nigga, we follow no law G-string, little bling, nigga, no bra Counting hella dough, hella cole slaw She wake me in the morning, she be old flow I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel Block jumpin' like a trampoline Nigga gotta move mean They smirkish and they lurkin' and they plot and scheme They strung out on that crystal and promethazine Be careful who talkin' 'round, watch your speech Put a contract on my head, it's gon' get breeched Reverse the bounty, turn the hit around I know all the ones on your soil that's really getting down Yeah, bet your money on a rollercoaster Nigga livin' good 'til the wanted poster Then it's retreat up out the streets Different city every week, all bunch of suites And beware of the paper trail Never use your debit, nigga, they could tell Have you shut down in a cell Hoping you'll snitch, won't even tell I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel

I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me, pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) Ain't no dope on the streets, mayne, I'm behind in my rent I ain't got nothing to show for all the fedi that I done spent I told my mom where the cash at, my live insurance policy is the money She been planning on using to bury me My ribs touching, my paper struggling, mayne All my life I been hustling, running in place But can't seem to finish the race See dudes get whopped in the face Get plucked like a bass, flew in the space for senselessness That's why I stayed prayed up and say my grace Even when I'm blended Never know when your life is suspended God can take his arms from around you and easily end it At any time, any place, any where I know my life has been spared on several occasions Suckas hating, I'm still here I can block for what's lost and never talk again to each other Why does it take a funeral to bring a family together? Bad weather always looks worse through a window Stressing and rubbing my temples I make it look easy but it's really not all that simple I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) Young dude full of soul food, mama cooking pork chops Uncle slapping dominos, sister playing hop scotch And this was before the block got hot and infected And everybody knew my grand daddy well respected, check it Time went on and the game began I was losing comrades either death or the penn I was losing comrades but I'm stacking them ends We ever go to 600, we losing our friends When grand mama passed that's when it all went bad Aunties don't talk, my cousins fighting is bad In the snow Thanksgiving is like the ones we had and it's sad So I express through a pen and a pad I'm on my third wind pimpin' and knowing Jesus is with me Ain't no weapon form against me, back in common defeating I've been posted in the cut when them angels come get me Until that day, homie, just pray for me I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) My kinfolk, baby, momma on welfare, they house is bigger than ours 'Cause they got section 8 vouchers, W.I.C. and benefit cards My home girl daughter diabetic, she like to eat a whole lot She only 9 and a half and taking insulin shots My dude got a heart condition, his ankle be swollen 'Cause he got high blood pressure and he refuse to quit smoking But I'm no better than y'all, I like to drink alcohol Break out the pen and start writing about the things that I saw Like kilo grams of that [Incomprehensible] Peruvian flake Wrapped in aluminum foil and duck tape Bust open and throwed in the pot, foamy and mush Melted and locked in a shape of a gigantic size white cookie Put on the towel to dry and broken down into zips Quarters and half of 16's and yola get flipped I maintain my faith in G O D 'cause it's just a test Repent, we confess, ask for gratefulness, yes, I'm blessed I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me, pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) I'm here right now (Pray for me) I need y'all to take this, I need y'all to take this pain away (Pray for me) I'm trying, feels like I'm dying (Pray for me) I need y'all to pray for me, oh, Lord (Pray for me) Every time I look around (Pray for me) Somebody got something to say (Pray for me) I need y'all to pray for me (Pray for me) I'm trying to do the right thing (Pray for me) Pray for me