Lyrics E–40 – They Point

Hook x2: E-40
Every time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin’, they pointin

Verse 1: E-40
Like Ricky Ross, everyday I’m hustlin’
Gettin’ off weight (like who?) Jennifer Hudson
Pack a hammer, Thor
Shooter, score
Slide through batches think I’m hecka rich
Breakin’ necks, turnin’ heads like the exorcist
Thumbs up like the like button
Eatin’ good, no rib touchin’
Runnin’ with a bundle, never fumble
Countin’ so much bread I got Carpal tunnel
Stock paint (from where?) Maaco
Beige, like a potato
They hate me on the outside, love me in the inside
Suck me in the back seat while I let a friend drive
Half a pound two stacks, half a unit 10-5
I stay out here by Sully so you know a hustler been fly

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Verse 2: Juicy J
My pockets some’n serious, mansion on a hilly
Main that nigga got more cheese than a philly
Shoelace tied but a nigga still trippin’
I’m Lionel Richie high, I’m dancin’ on the ceiling

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Verse 3: 2 Chainz
Parallel park while I’m ghost riding
Black diamonds man I’m racial profiling
I’m so fly man I need a co-pilot
So I might let your damn ho drive it
Lil’ hair pullin’ man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I ain’t never passed a drug test
You know my lingo baby let’s mingle
So I got a thousand dollars worth of singles
I got racks in the cargo of my camels
Still, still won’t give her Nathaniel
Life a gamble so I had to make a bet
These ain’t Air Max but make a check
They took me out the streets but it’s still in me
I been sellin’ work since we had Bill Clinton
I’m the voice of the streets so they still listen
On the back of the milk carton, ceiling missing

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