Down 4 Mine lyrics

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E-40


[Intro:]
Foreign cars and foreign hoes
Foreign hoes, c'mon let's go
Yeah man.. talkin' 'bout
This my first solo album b*tch, I ain't never had one before
Yeah, they dropped that other sh*t while I was in the penitentiary
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
I got out and dropped that comp on they ass and f*cked 'em up, know what I'm saying
But hey man you done slipped and slid to another lid, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Yeah you know, uh uh uh uh uh
This is a Pimp C starring in The Naked Soul of Sweet Jones
A blast from the past

[Verse 1:]
I stay paid and I like blades
Old school cars and loving maze
I got hoes and I do shows
Getting money and driving Rov's
I keep my grind, I don't waste my time
Comin' up getting down for mines

[Hook:]
I'm a f*ck you baby, 'cuz I gots to have it (Gots to have it)
I'm a f*ck you baby, 'cuz I gots to grab it (Ohhhhhh)

[Verse 2:]
Foreign Cars and foreign hoes
Gators slippers and mink robes
Up my folds, they broke and I got a big bankroll
Stand up in yo' b*tch and make her touch her toes
Make your girl lose her mind when I penetrate from behind
Comin' up getting down for mines
[Hook:]
I'm a f*ck you baby, 'cuz I gots to have it (Gots to have it)
I'm a f*ck you baby, 'cuz I gots to grab it (Ohhhhhh)

[Verse 3:]
Touch yo' liver, hit yo' spine and yo' spleen
Yo' pus*y get wet when I step on the scene
I got Malcolm X and purple leaves
Have some coke, na b*tch have some weed
di*k taste good, ohh wee wee you my kind
Marvin say lets get it on Kelly told me to bump and grind

[Hook:]
I'm a f*ck you baby, 'cuz I gots to have it (Gots to have it)
I'm a f*ck you baby, 'cuz I gots to grab it (Ohhhhhh)

[Outro:]
Hol' up, Smoke somethin' b*tch
Trademark know what I'm talkin' bout
Ohh wee wee, know what I'm sayin', toppa knocka b*tch
Uh huh I've been inducted to the chuch, Know what I'm saying
Mothaf*cka
Sanctuary, sanctuary
Hol' up, Hol' up, yeah motha f*cka
All you old b*tch ass n*ggas out their buying that old King Johnny
Them old cloudy ass diamonds n*gga, n*gga
n*gga you come in the room lookin' like Hurricane Katrina just hit n*gga
Take them big dinner plates off the chain n*gga (Take 'em off)
Step up yo' game n*gga (Step it up)
You need some big pointers in yo' watch (b*tch)
Yeah, every time you n*ggas need to get big diamonds you go to, uhh, Emmett
Know what I'm takin' 'bout, I see you
Gave a man, f*ck Emmett too for that b*tch overcharging a n*gga
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, give me something for free b*tch
f*cking hoes don't know how to treat a n*gga when he come to the store
Eat a di*k, I'm out here b*tch
I ain't buying no more Bentley's mane
Them hoes ain't got no good customer service over their mane
Man, my sh*t be f*cked up, they don't even give a n*gga another car to drive
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, so f*ck them hoes I'm getting live
Aye man, I went to the Lamborghini lot (What you did?)
Where I got a apple red motherf*cker (What color?)
[?] n*gga, ain't no Lamborghini unless the doors go up
Murciélago n*gga, however you want to pronounce it b*tch
Hol' up b*tch, di*k up in yo' ass b*tch
Aye, don't c*m fast b*tch, smashing on the gas b*tch
Pimping class b*tch
Chuch!
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