Scoundrel lyrics

Intro

Tez McClain, Skip, HBK, 40 Water..let's go

Tez McClain verse

Just touched down, 5 hour flight
Straight from the A, only for one night
That brown and that white
Got a n*gga feelin right
So...uhh
Bend over
Show me what it hit like
Now where they at
Black b*tches, white b*tches
I don't discriminate at all, cause I like b*tches
I mean Asians, Latins, even dike b*tches
Hell we all the same when you hit them light switches
Now drop it low, real real low
The type of ass a lame n*gga prolly kill fo
Furthermore make a trick spend a lil dough
Not me, put it in my bill fold...b*tch
And peep game
Come f*ck with a real n*gga
They got drank, got purp, got pills in here
Slight work, wanna take it to the crib witcha
And I ain't tryin to chill witcha either b*tch cause I'mma scoundrel
Chorus

Scoundrel, Scoundrel, Scoundrel
Scoundrel, Scoundrel, Scoundrel
b*tch Im a Scoundrel, Scoundrel, Scoundrel
Scoundrel, Scoundrel, Scoundrel
Listen I don't love these hoes
I love these dollars
I'mma beat it up and then holla
Lil momma I'mma Scoundrel
Scoundrel, Scoundrel
b*tch I'mma Scoundrel
Scoundrel, Scoundrel

HBK Skipper verse

Money over everything, only fearin wedding rings
Stackin all my dough up, from the floor up to the ceiling fan
Real n*ggas feel the flow, pretty b*tches feel the pain
Sex em then eject em, no excuses or exceptions
I already learned my lesson from the last b*tch
Hangin on my every word like a ad-lib
Hoes in the club, gettin turnt like a backflip
Took her home & did the same thing on my mattress
I can outta town you, but I ain't finna hound you
I ain't finna sweat ya, b*tch im finna let ya
Skipper the professor finna teach ya ass a lesson
I ain't talkin bout no wrestlin when I say im finna stretch ya
I dont love hoes, thats against my code of ethics
But I still joyride the pus*y till I wreck it
Real ass n*gga, know I meant it if I said it
And its HBK, you know u gotta respect it, these hoes know Im a motherf*ckin' scoundrel
E-40 verse

Let me talk to em playa
f*ck these hoes, f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these b*tches
I'll mow a buster down bout my fetti bout my riches
I'm a boss a fixture a factor I'm 40
She know me, she on me, want me, f*ck these counterfeits they phony
But I'm not, I just look like this but I'll bust my Glock
Brodie wanna funk cause I knocked his trophy
Slakin on his mackin mane he got to cozy
(What you got)
I got a waaad in my pocket
But I'll smack your broad with it if she out of pocket
That's how we do it in The Bay
We carved from a whole nother clay
Scoundrel, throwed, rec*ck recoil and unload
Be careful where ya headed
Cause they'll catch you gettin off the exit

Chorus

E-40 outro

Free all the real n*ggas mane
Free my n*gga Earl Joseph mane
Ya understand me it's alot of n*ggas behind them walls mane
That don't really deserve to be there mane
Ya feel me
It's money out there mane, let's get it all mane
Ya understand me
n*ggas is locked down keep your head up brother
Ya understand me stay strong