Tell Me What That Mail Like lyrics

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E-40


(Intro):
Yeah, what's up fool
9-4, Spice 1
Kickin' that G sh*t
Tell me what that mail like n*gga
Wanna make money
Or just wanna get smoked

(Verse 1):
Push it in push it out
And I be the n*gga with the muthaf*ckin' Glock
Yeah, shoulda knew it was a baller muthaf*ckin' G
Hoppin' out a goddamn '94 Cherokee
Dumpin' sh*t like a muthaf*ckin' Pooper Scooper
n*gga off his feet with the millimeter Ruger
So tell me what that mail like
I keep possession of the yayo for sale hid in my tail light
Throw away gats bubble gum pimps
And 2 dollar b*tches on my nut sack
And it was all a part of being young
My little nuts hung
Fascinated by the Tommy gun
n*ggas throwin' up sets this is murder tonight
But f*ck that sh*t n*gga
Tell me what that mail like
[Talking]
You know what I'm sayin'?
n*gga talkin' 'bout get payed in this motherf*cker and that's real
Feel me?
Andrew Jackson, my b*tch Nina
You know what I'm sayin'?
My best motherf*ckin' friends
I ain't 'bout to come up short on here, yeah
Y'all gon' fell me
Begin

(Verse 2):
Po-Po's wanna quiet me
Cause I was tearin' up sh*t like the muthaf*ckin' liar G
Wax and Tat's from my n*gga Andrew Jackson
Movin' keys in large fractions
And this is the American dream
To a young muthaf*cka age 13 to 19
He used to be my best friend
But the system got us bustin' at each other over Franklin
And that little white b*tch got the whole world smoked up
And then it be causin' them n*ggas to loc up
Smokin' muthaf*ckas cause they asked me :
Ay, n*gga, do your momma smoke D
That's the sh*t I gotta deal with
Real last n*ggas can you feel it
Tell me what that mail like
[Talking]
Yeah, you know you feel me on that sh*t
You know what I'm sayin'?
I remember them motherf*ckers being on the dope spot
Sellin' dome to a motherf*cking mamma
And the son jumps off
You know what I'm sayin'?
n*gga mad 'cause they sold drug to his mamma and sh*t
Feel me?
I've been through all that sh*t partner
[?] all began

(Verse 3):
Gotta live up to my rap as a G
Still countin' mail age 23
See me and Franklin they can't stop us
And now I got no friends I done smoked all my patnas
I never thought that the money will definitely kill ya'll
4 lil' young muthaf*ckas robbin' liquor stores
It's all good patna get your cash
Till one of them got panicky and started to blast
I took 2 to the chest and 1 to the gut
Lyin' on the ground confused as f*ck
I guess it had to take the bullet
To prove that the way I grew up was bullsh*t
Lucky for me I had my vest on
Cause I wouldn't look too pretty with my chest gone
Fool, and I'm back out slangin' them D
Got a nut in my pocket way unleased a G
See I'm a soldier in the sh*t you can tell right, n*gga
So tell me what that mail like
[Talking]
See, I remember motherf*ckers used to hang out in elementary school
You know, clown and money bars and sh*t
You know, play hoop and all that old sh*t
But now, you know what I'm sayin', motherf*ckers back in '94, n*ggas sellin' dope
You know what I'm sayin', motherf*ckers used to play football now they sellin' dope
Shootin' at each other, best friends killin' each other and sh*t
You know what I'm sayin'?
n*gga don't like to see that, that's how the sh*t gotta be in '94
You know what I'm sayin'?
Everybody down for they mail, motherf*ckers come short over money
You know what I'm sayin', all for the love of the mail
So watch your back in '94, n*gga if you're paid
'Cause there some playa haters out there that don't like you
187 thousand G
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