E-40


Yee Lyrics

(feat. Too $hort, Budda)

[Hook]
That's the call of my thugs when they step up in the club
They go Yeeeee! (Yeeeee)
When you hear the prison bricks from Vallejo or the Rich
They holla Yeeeee! (Yeeeee)
You can catch me in the traffic in the Cutlass or the Maverick
Hollerin' Yeeee! (Yeeee)
If you're stickin' like some static we gon' bust them automatics
Like Yeeee! (Yeeee)

[Verse 1 - E-40]
My area code grows some of the best weed in the world, my ninja, we ain't no punk
They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice 'cause we always smell like skunk
Sloppy drunk, nine times out of ten, erry time you see me
Bendin' corners in my brand-new Dodge Durango Hemi
Pimpin', the law up on us, officer smokey and mr johnny law
Always pullin' me over and searchin' my f**kin' car
Searchin' my gluteus maximus, flashlight in my jaw
Actin' like some batcheses, thinkin' I got robbed
Doin' it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the lid
Smokin' spliff, already been, push ya wig, 'bout my nig
Everybody wanna talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark
Everybody wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that salt, wanna peel a little top
I get a call from Young Bob, here up out my zone
He said your Hillside nigga Ned on his way home
I said well tell him to call me, I love his ass to death
Any nigga hatin' he gon' take they last breath

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Too $hort]
(Biatch!)
It's your partner from the town, mayne
I see y'all doin' it big, you gettin' down mayne
Yeah I f**k with the V, Richmond know me
Wherever niggas ballin is where bitches gon' be
You can go across the bridge, f**kin' with a bitch
Don't matter which side, you'll be all up in some shit
Before you know it, it ain't like it used to be
Everybody got straps that shoot you or me
I give a f**k about who, I don't even know you
Wassup, yeah pimpin', I got my thang too
And it's cool, cause I know you know it
I ain't even gotta pull it, ain't even gotta show it
Don't blow it, that's what a black man's thinkin
I be layin' underground in a casket stinkin'
If I slip, I gotta keep my poise
You hear that 808 bumpin' man, what's all that noise?

[Hook]

[Interlude - Budda]
Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend
Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend
You say that, do that, pull that, shoot that
Now where your crew at, what you gon' do next
I'm a west coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
I'm a east coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
I'm a down south nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
I'm a Midwest nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee)

[Hook]

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these lyrics are last corrected by Dank09 on May 29, 2017

Songwriter(s): Todd Anthony Shaw, Jonathan Smith, Earl T. Stevens, Kevin Davis, Brandon William Medlock
Publisher(s): Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Songs Of Universal Inc., Reservoir 416, Lil Jizzel Music Publishing, Srand Music, Heavy On The Grind Entergament Music, Universal Music - Z Songs, Heavy On The Gri
Record Label(s): 2006 Warner Bros Records for the U S and WEA International Inc for the world outside of the U S
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