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e-40 - the other day ago lyrics

[chorus: stresmatic & (e-40)]
ride around this m-th-f-cka with a full clip (full clip)
the other day ago one of my lil potnas got hit (got hit)
i’m in the hood gettin’ paper, n-gga, f-ck a b-tch (f-ck a b-tch)
and ain’t nann one of you n-ggas gon’ do sh-t
ride around this m-th-f-cka with a full clip (full clip)
the other day ago one of my lil potnas got hit (got hit)
i’m in the hood gettin’ paper, n-gga, f-ck a b-tch (f-ck a b-tch)
and ain’t nann one of you n-ggas gon’ do sh-t

[verse 1: celly cel]
n-gga, what’s happenin wit’ it? sig sauer clappin’ wit’ it
got that double action wit’ it, time for some action wit’ it
mouthpiece, i’m blackin’ wit’ it, celly cel in this b-tch
skip the particulars, i’m focused on gettin’ rich
all on a b-tch, turn ’em into actresses
in and out of hotels, nuttin’ on mattresses
tricky d-ck n-ggas trickin’ off all they rent money
he say he pimpin’ but baby that’s only tip money
i be laughin’ at suckas because they game-less
most of these n-ggas brainless, hit ’em up with the stainless
cookin’, like black angus, i can make you famous
hug his mama while she makin’ funeral arrangements
smash off with a b-tch named brandy
first name cognac, i’m talkin’ ’bout landy
i’m on some other sh-t, these fools playin catch up
i’m talkin’ over their heads and check ’em from the neck up

[verse 2: e-40]
ooouh! wolf tickets, that’s what he sellin’
they say that he tellin’
ain’t no tellin’, that’s what jack told helen
i heard they let him outta jail with no bailin’
six time felon, get on his melon
(what he bounce out wit’?)
bounced out with the drum, di-di-dum-drum drum!
shot him in his tongue with the hunting gun!
blow-bap-bap-ba-budu-budu-bim!
bow-bap-bap-ba-du-du-du! (ugh!)
they discontinued him, he’s no longer (he’s no longer)
no longer on the menu, he’s a goner (he’s a goner)
now they partyin’ and celebratin’ like new years eve 2012
’cause they got rid of the monster and cut off his tail (ugh!)
i play the game for what it’s worth (what it’s worth)
you put a hit on me, it’s gon’ get reversed (get reversed)
better keep their eyes on your guys, in the midst of a struggle
some people will bury themselves alive to prove that they know how to use a shovel
biatch!

[verse 3: spice 1]
bi-di-beng-beng-beng
not one of y’all n-ggas gon’ do sh-t
i’m in the new whip creamed up like cool whip
with two clips for them n-ggas with them loose slips
i got my ruffles on point, more than a few chips
nightmare to the haters but i’m a hustler’s dream
and not a nann ‘nother n-gga wanna f-ck with this infrared beam
the other day ago one of my lil potnas got hit
and the n-gga who did it runnin’ around here poppin’ big sh-t
jaw jackin’ sayin’ he gave my dude the business
but when i catch the boy in traffic, attack is gon’ be relentless
all over him with this eagle that i got from the desert
huntin’ for him like jack sparrow be huntin’ for treasure
measure my life on a triple beam, keepin’ my pay and weight up
you send some n-ggas at me, i eat ’em and scr-pe the plate up
i walk around this m-th-f-cka with a full clip
gesundheit, n-gga, allergic to that bullsh-t

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