Текст E–40 – If We Ain’t Fuckin’
Текст:
Chorus:
If we ain’t fuckin’, then tell me what we talkin’ about
Fuck all that talkin’, you need to have a dick in yo’ mouth
If we ain’t fuckin’, then tell me what we talkin’ about
We should be fuckin’ right now now now… yeah
We should be fuckin’ right now now now… yeah
E-40:
She’s a, dick teaser, love tequila and reefer
Stay high on Sativa. Today they call it Keesha
She a Libra. Black and white like a zerba
No hair on her beaver, but I ain’t fittin’ to eat her
I’m havin’ my choke, gettin’ my bread, tryin’ to convince her to give me some head
Lettin’ her know. I know she a pro, professional freak when she hittin’ the bed
I been around the world and back. Bitch I’m a fucking mac
I’m comin’ out with my strap. I’ll slap you with this stack
Talkin’ all that yap. Talkin’ all that shit
Talkin’ all that slick talk like you somebody pimp
I was raised, in the trenches, of the ghetto, of the ghetto
Dripped in gold, but I didn’t, win a metal, win a metal
All my life I been playin’ strings like Japetto, like Japetto
Nothing nice, sold ice, cream Jaletto, Jaletto
Why is you in my room at 3am, on the couch, bluffin’?
You need to have a dick in yo’ mouth if you ain’t fuckin’!
Chorus
Too $hort:
I think about when, where, and how I chose the game
Wanna make some real change gettin’ rich in my reign
Who’s to blame? Ain’t no pain, it ain’t strange
Tryina be a millionaire before rock cocaine
I ain’t wanna gang bang it’s a pimp thing, pimp thing
A lot of woman in my life know exactly what I’m sayin’
Cuz i give em good lovin’ if they payin’
It ain’t gotta be a cash transaction she can wire the doe
You wanna join the fam and stay solo? Solo
Cuz we can never get enough we want mo’ doe, mo’ doe
I got 3 other wifies that you know hoe
I’ma keep it real all the time, all the time
You like the way it feels when I grind? When I grind
I bend you over thriller than your spine, than your spine
Just let me know that you still wanna be mine, be mine
(Cuz if we ain’t…)
Chorus
E-40:
Let me tell you how it went down…
Ugh! I bumped this chick from San Rafeo
Same color as yayo, her man was in jail, life without bail
She was yoked as hell. Tail like a whale
Cloud number 9. That’s how she smell
I told her I’m broke, we can’t elope
She thought it was hope, but the answer is nope
Her panties were soaked. Every time that I spoke
All she want is dick, so I gave her a quote
Too $hort:
Knocked two bitches at the after party
Other little bitches start askin’ ’bout me
How we leave the club with these fine young broads?
Old ass 1991 songs
Ever heard of Too $hort the life long player
Prolly try to give me some the next time I see her
She wanna fuck me and don’t ask who’s she
Break a nigga off… Bitch! Gimmie that pussy!
Chorus
