360 Degrees 8Ball (Ft. E-40, Rappin' 4-Tay & Spice 1)

[Intro: E-40]
Weeble-lations!!
Weeble-lations testin, testin
Testin, testin
Hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this mutha
Fucka, that boy Eightball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell
Me? It's E-feeze. Mutha fuckaz ain't understandin the signs of this, I
Cuss a mutha fucka out

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Niggas gonna be feelin, what I'm revealin
Tryin to do some healin, an at the same time make a million
Vibrate love an happiness in this ghetto maze
Hate us playaz got this ryhme stayin in a rage
Kill wit a pill, broke game like Nintendo
Three hours an fourty-four minutes straight to Frisco
Bumpin the Rappin, 4-Tayzee baby
Me an 40 Water in the big body Mercedez

[Verse 2: Rappin 4-Tay]
Four hundred, five hundred V-12 black coupe
None of my weebles wake that barkley comin out the roof
Choppin major game on the strength
Man we goes back juss like them Spinners and the Temps, uh
Met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston
Said her profession was stackin major paper roll
First at times it seems, gold credit cards we get that ass
Went from bennies to bossalini's, collectin cash
They whistlin, I'm glistin like Sammy Davis
Born an raised in the Bay them hatas can't fade us
I am the rapper that they call 4-Tay
360 degrees, they can't fade the Yay, fool