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Drugs - E-40 (Ft. B-Legit)
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Drugs - E-40 (Ft. B-Legit)
[Verse 1: E-40]
This thang all the way mobbed out
This thang beatin' the trunk loose
I'm on a big ass bottle of Goose and some Ocean Spray cranberry juice
And I strongly suggest that you don't sit in my transportation
Cause the slap is so severe, and the beats excruciating
My amps my pop your ear, and possibly collapse yo lung
What color is your exterior? The same as grey poupon
What is you a baller? Yeah but not Lebron
Then what kind of baller are you? The kind that sell heron
The kind that lives his life illegal, tote a gun and desert eagle
Mobster like Bugsy Siegel, I listen to 40 music
Don't fuck with too many people mane most of them rappers fake
See Feezy be speaking on some shit that I can relate
When I was in the shoe his CDs is what got me through
My nigga from Nebraska put me up on dude, uhh
The grit don't quit and my hustle'll never pause
UH OH! Here come the law I got dope in my draws
BEATCH!

[Chorus]
We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front seat
Been to hella corners in my new school, one deep
Every hood I'm in I get love from the plug
And I probably sold your family member drugs (drugs)
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