TheSlap

The Slap (Explicit) - E-40

Lyrics by：Earl Stevens/Tenina Stevens/Kevin Davis/Ricardo Thomas

Composed by：Earl Stevens/Tenina Stevens/Kevin Davis/Ricardo Thomas

Produced by：Rick Rock

Ooooh I'm every scene but gossip my weeblization be thug

My music be all in the club

And my fo' 15's be sub

And my drums and my brake pads on my car be rubber

My oldest and my youngest son always nuggin

Bumpin me and my catholic savage badness

Dumpin on phony-a*s fake-a*s plastic faggots

Grindin dippin and divin on fine pressure

Rhymin in the lab like dexter

Packin winchester and a trey sylvester

Catch a b***h-a out there oughta wet'cha

Kinda sorta liquored liquor kinda sore measure grams

Digital scale green eggs hams

Yams candy yams spam d**n

Loaded my cheese peanut butter and jam

Sam'mich mannish me and my hispanics

Vanish talkin in codes like we from different planets

Ay what y'all players grindin to

What y'all bumpin mayn

The slap what they lackin in the trackin

What all my fly takers be listenin to

The slap what about my players and west coast cats

What they listenin to

The slap and I know my down south

Midwest and east coast folks

Is f**kin with the slap

And I don't mean caucausian I'm talkin about yale

2-way goin off like a high school

A hundred bucks it cost me for my faulty chip sale

Around the corner from starbucks coffee talkin to my

My frontin lil' broad up out of tacoma askin for some mail

Like I'm some type of trick deally musty mouth bootch

Get smacked silly get smacked silly

Musty mouth bootch get smacked silly

Puffin on a phizznilly blunt I'm really real

Herbal kill deal chill pill scrill deal deal

Feel 'til phil heal skill skill

Grindin grittin grindin lurkin seekin and searchin

Skirtin tellin that durban work it work it

Caitlin candy's drinkin and gurpin EJ brand burpin

Chickens and birdies pickin a chef to serve it

Servin to die for top bleedin the block for ravi

Milkin the block for fetti like a pregnant b***h's titties

Ooooh ooooh

Ooooh ooooh

Ooooh ooooh

Ooooh ooooh

Ooooh ooooh

Talk my way out of anything got my hands off in everything

If my money ever got funny I'd pawn my

Walter potter engagement ring

If I was to pass away tomorrow

With a self-inflicted wound to the melon

Just remember y'all I had the mouthpiece of car salesman

Whomp beat of a gorilla peel

A cap back to the tender fat