e-40 – it’s on lyrics
[bone] nah nah nah nahhh
[e-40] the giant mayne
[bone] nah na-na nah nahhh
[e-40] e-40
[bone] ah-ha, nah nah nah nahh
[e-40] bone crusher
[bone] thug n-ggas be
[e-40] cotton mouf
[bone] actin like they tough and thangs y’know
[bone] and i chuckle at ’em
[bone] i don’t think they wanna fight me!
[bone] they don’t wanna have no tussle situations
[bone] hahahaha, this is fightin music
[bone] and let’s do this like this!
[chorus 2x: bone crusher]
it’s on, n-gga! nah nah nah nahh (ha)
nah na-na nah nahhh (ha? ha!)
nah nah nah nahh (ha!!)
nah na-na nah nahhh – n-gga say what?
[bone crusher]
who want it? let the, beating begin
hubba bubba motherf-ckers where will the trickery end
i’m a fat boy! master self within
punishment is handed out, from the anvil’s bend
this ain’t for play n-ggas so, hoe-n-gga pray
that i don’t see yo’ -ss on judgment day
before god get’cha i’ma cleave ya and butch’ ya
oh you scared now n-gga, do you need a tissue?
you b-tch n-gga!
[chorus]
[e-40]
we hard on the boulevard
marijuana prescriptions, fake id’s and cannabis club cards
we some hitters, y’all some snitches
pillow-talkin and sellin wolf tickets
runnin off at the mouth, hidin up in the house
scared like a mouse i presume, young tycoon
hidin up under the sink, runnin from the streetsweeper boom
plead the fifth is what i sip as i drink, and sip ‘gnac
hard top cadillac, fo’-door tank
you tryin to get brownie points
him feelin himself, him off incredibles
but now check this though
potnah ain’t gon’ crack an egg in a potato salad vegetables
somebody call my attorney
cause he gon’ be leavin up outta here on a gurney
takin my kindness for all kind of weakness
gotta let him know i ain’t phony
i’m into, feudin tycoonin and bossin, flossin and sippin
tryin to holla at a broad but her boyfriend over there trippin
cause she done, broke up with his -ss cause he lazy and good for nothin
i’m a hustlin–ss street n-gga that’s really about somethin – beotch!
[chorus]
[cotton mouf]
hoe it’s on motherf-cker quit bumpin your gums
all that low-rate talk, need to check your funds
‘fore you make a sammich potnah need to toast your buns
h-ll i want the whole loaf while you’re fightin for crumbs
real n-ggas to the flo’, hoe-n-ggas hit the do’
by the time i hit the scene i’m lookin for the good smoke
boy i’m lookin for that b-tch that got the hot throat
h-ll i’m from g.a. b-tch, better act like you know
[chorus]
[chorus] – this time without “it’s on, n-gga” either repeat
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