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E-40

"Dem Boyz"

[Intro: E-40]
And all the n*ggas f*ck with it cause all the b*tches f*ck with it
And all the b*tches f*ck with it cause all the n*ggas f*ck with it
And all the n*ggas f*ck with it cause all the b*tches f*ck with it
And all the b*tches f*ck with it cause all the n*ggas f*ck with it
b*tch!

[Hook: Y.V.]
Dem boyz goin rep hold down they turf
Can't shaime them boyz they game don't work
They don't really want that dem boys come to ya
Aim a bird over ya head them boys got gouda
Don't f*ck with dem boyz (don't f*ck with dem boyz)
Don't f*ck with dem boyz (don't f*ck with dem boyz)
Don't f*ck with dem boyz (don't f*ck with dem boyz)
Don't f*ck with dem boyz (Beitch!)

[Verse 1: E-40]
Don't f*ck with them boyz them lil n*ggas got ammo
Tear the head off a bat them lil n*ggas is animal
Come up with street money off them schemes and scandals
I'm from the real world with crooks, killers, and vandals
(Crooks killers and vandals?) all over the gouda
Crack ya cranium open don't let the skinny jeans fool ya
He's the driver, I'm the shooter, we the dynamic duo
I'm from northern California but we call it Califoonia (uhh)
Been gassed without the propane (propane)
Dope game before the cocaine (cocaine)
I'm so natural like a afro (like a afro)
Like ball players spit tobacco
R.I.A. switching lanes with my lade (lade)
I season up season down so you can't play me (play me)
Man them boys got pies
They a point the long barrow right between ya eyes
b*tch!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: E-40]
Uhh, drunk classes, in and outta court (outta courts)
Too many DUI's, drinking is my favorite sport [burps]
Money, clothes, cars and sex
Street so cold mane they need some Mucinex
Never hustle backwards mane I always hustle forward
She say she got some money for me, 40 all for it
I'm from the 707 where they grow it and smoke it
If it's alcohol in it then ya know I'mma po' it
Uhh, I take it back to the eighties
When I was serving ya mama the reason why ya crack babies (crack babies?)
Which I don't really like to brag about
I had style just before they brought swagger out
No one on the corner like us
Dookie rolled chains and them gumby haircuts
Them boyz just talking they ain't got no bucks
We'll never be them they just wanna be us
Uhh

[Hook:]

[Bridge: E-40]
And all the n*ggas f*ck with it cause all the b*tches f*ck with it
And all the b*tches f*ck with it cause all the n*ggas f*ck with it
And all the n*ggas f*ck with it cause all the b*tches f*ck with it
And all the b*tches f*ck with it cause all the n*ggas f*ck with it
Uhh, beitch!
No one on the corner like us
Dookie rolled chains and they gummy haircuts
Them boyz just talking they ain't got no bucks
We'll never be them they just wanna be us
Uhh

[Hook:]

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