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E-40

"H.I. Double L."

(E-40)
Hey ah, which way should I steer ah
The beat keeps knockin down my rearview mirror
Pervin like a mothaf*cka swervin
Hope I don't scrub in my '95 Suburban
To go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes
Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin n*ggas tweak
Quick fast in a hurry, don't worry, 40 vision ain't blurry
Shorty hit the freeways right up the ways, clownin like that n*gga Joe Torry
(Celly Cel)
Well, what do you know, it's siggity Cel
That funky n*ggaro, that funky n*gga doe
Kickin in doors, you better grab ya ho
I see ya choosin in the late night
Creepin wit my n*gga B-Legit and 40 Water, ah sh*t
(40)
We're here-we're there-we're everywhere
Highly intox-icated but we don't care
(B-Legit)
I'm from the H.I.L.L. the place where my n*ggas bail
A Mac muthaf*ckin 12 will send your ass straight to hell
(40)
A tick, a tock, they shook the spot
They say them crazy muthaf*ckas pulled out a chop
(B)
I watch them muthaf*ckas run
I do this sh*t for fun
You n*ggas know you can't get none
(40)
Biatch

Chorus-
I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O
H.I.Double.L side doe
Spittin straight game is all a n*gga know and ahh
And they be like... (there they go)
V.A.L.L.E.J.O
H.I.Double.L side doe
Spittin straight game is all a n*gga know and ahh
And they be like... (there they go)

(B)
I tell a b*tch what the f*ck you mean where I've been
And so what I smells like pus*y and gin
I had money to make
b*tches to break
And if the sh*t was out of line I had lives to take
I told you from the gate that I'm a mobster
Sippin DP, eatin lobster
Don't get it confused, you won't get abused
As long as you makin' me them revenues
(Cel)
That miggity mack, that diggity dang and that n*ggity nut
Jump in the back of my cut with a tramp sl*t and hit the guts
Ain't got no love for 'em, all I love to do is di*k 'em
Pass 'em to the extra mannish n*gga, 40 water, sic 'em
(40)
If I was Popeye I woulda told Bluto
'You could kiss my big black royal'
I'm not funkin' over Olive Oyl
Last night I had a superbad in my room
She sucked me 'til my di*k shriveled up like a prune
(Cel)
Well pass the hussy to the left hand side
So I can bend her over, hit it from the back, and let her ride
You know a Sick Wid It hog gotta put the shake down
Shoot her to the left, n*gga, hit me with that breakdown

Chorus
I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O
H.I.Double.L side doe
Spittin straight game is all a n*gga know and ahh
And they be like... (there they go)
V.A.L.L.E.J.O
H.I.Double.L side doe
Spittin straight game is all a n*gga know and ahh
And they be like... (off to the liquor sto')

(40)
Beefeater, Tanqueray, Sapphire, Bombay
Either that or a punch bowl full of Hurricane Ethel
That'll last a n*gga dang near all day
Smokin' herb, we gets perved, cop a squat
Let's hang out at the old Cola spot
(B)
n*gga, I'm a Looie, smokes damn near Q
So can I get a Twomp on my pager bill
You been blowin' me up
I know you know the code
31 double 07 dash 9 eleven
(40)
High steppin'
Ya blankin off the blanks
Cuz I'm a "Rock star"
Here go dove rock, n*gga, let me use your f*ckin car
All the way through
Sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday
Threw up money tore up ass bootch you call the po po on me
Told 'em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Solano County
Sheriffs pull my ass over, and book me, caught me with a gun
And a bunch of Alizé bottles and they was askin me where I'm from
And I said...b*tch!

Chorus
I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O
H.I.Double.L side doe
Spittin straight game is all a n*gga know and ahh
And they be like... (there they go)
V.A.L.L.E.J.O
H.I.Double.L side doe
Spittin straight game is all a n*gga know and ahh
And they be like... (there they go)

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