E-40 Got Rich Twice Lyrics

Got Rich Twice lyrics

Hustling til I die
Drink the bar dry
There go that man again
Right back in the public eye
Drunk like Mel Gibson
Get high, got a ton of DUI’s
Cognac sipping, XO, me & my guys
Born in colossal
Living our lives
Trying to get this bobble head bobbin
So she can follow me to my ride
So I can make a dentist & convince her to open wide
Kick her out when I’m finished
Take my baller ass back inside
Drug terminology
Corner talk that’s all I know
California mentality
Ask about me pimp I go
You can check my track record
I don’t like to feud
But if I must
I’ll have your head severed
Blacks live in traps, zones & projects
Corner boy greeting crack in the apartment complex
World wide outside of the Bay they give me my stacks
Do business with head execs & corporate execs

CHORUS
He ain’t going nowhere
The boy too nice
He done it again & got rich twice
Keep a thump on top
We ain’t broke
We papered up
(2x’s)

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Cut him off like an umbilical cord
Turn off his lights
We need to silence that brother
He voice to strong on the mike
I make it look easy
But it’s not
I’m just doing Feazy
Why should I stop now pimp
The game need me
Be a real one pimp
Go get it & do what he used to
Trying to get this music scrapping
Move it, push it & groove it
Louis luggage, rugging & rushing my intellect
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Got suckas hollering & screaming my hood set
Designer socks on my Chevy box shaking the car
You need my ______ to heavy
I can’t stop
Gaming plot
All my dudes on the grave clock
I hope a die a rock
And my funeral on my block

(The streets they don’t play fair)
(The mayor, he really don’t care)

Momma worked 3 jobs
Trying to keep a roof on hour heads
Bologna sandwiches, pulled the mold off the bread

CHORUS

Gotta a lil’ thump
We got what you need
We got what you need
If you want it
Got to cop it from me
____ you can see that it’s real
Everywhere we go
We burn down the hills

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Automatics & semi’s
High performance & hemi’s
In the thick of the soil
We think Buicks is Bentley’s
Coffee pots boil, burn, simmer & stew
I’m off of this oil yall
I hope you is too
Out of the _____ you need a crew
Showing our underwear
That’s what we do
Turf dropping & stacking & money macking
Surfing, earthquake slapping & trunk rattling

CHORUS

Gotta a lil’ thump
We got what you need
We got what you need
If you want it
Got to cop it from me
____ you can see that it’s real
Everywhere we go
We burn down the hills

Got rich twice (4x’s)

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Nigga I done it again (4x’s)

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these lyrics are submitted by Ash'Ley Ellis