H.I. Double L. - E-40

Hey ah, which way should I steer ah

The beat keeps knockin down my rearview mirror

Pervin like a mothafucka swervin

Hope I don’t scrub in my '95 Suburban

To go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes

Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin niggas tweak

Quick fast in a hurry, don’t worry, 40 vision ain’t blurry

Shorty hit the freeways right up the ways, clownin like that nigga Joe Torry

(Celly Cel)

Well, what do you know, it’s siggity Cel

That funky niggaro, that funky nigga doe

Kickin in doors, you better grab ya ho

I see ya choosin in the late night

Creepin wit my nigga B-Legit and 40 Water, ah shit

We’re here-we're there-we're everywhere

Highly intox-icated but we don’t care

I’m from the H.I.L.L.

the place where my niggas bail

A Mac muthafuckin 12 will send your ass straight to hell

A tick, a tock, they shook the spot

They say them crazy muthafuckas pulled out a chop

I watch them muthafuckas run

I do this shit for fun

You niggas know you can’t get none

Biatch

I’m from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O

H.I.Double.L side doe

Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh

And they be like… (there they go)

H.I.Double.L side doe

Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh

And they be like… (there they go)

I tell a bitch what the fuck you mean where I’ve been

And so what I smells like pussy and gin

I had money to make

Bitches to break

And if the shit was out of line I had lives to take

I told you from the gate that I’m a mobster

Sippin DP, eatin lobster

Don’t get it confused, you won’t get abused

As long as you makin' me them revenues

(Celly Cel)

That miggity mack, that diggity dang and that niggity nut

Jump in the back of my cut with a tramp slut and hit the guts

Ain’t got no love for 'em, all I love to do is dick 'em

Pass 'em to the extra mannish nigga, 40 water, sic 'em

If I was Popeye I woulda told Bluto

'You could kiss my big black royal'

I’m not funkin' over Olive Oyl

Last night I had a superbad in my room

She sucked me 'til my dick shriveled up like a prune

Well pass the hussy to the left hand side

So I can bend her over, hit it from the back, and let her ride

You know a Sick Wid It hog gotta put the shake down

Shoot her to the left, nigga, hit me with that breakdown

Beefeater, Tanqueray, Sapphire, Bombay

Either that or a punch bowl full of Hurricane Ethel

That’ll last a nigga dang near all day

Smokin' herb, we gets perved, cop a squat

Let’s hang out at the old Cola spot

Nigga, I’m a Looie, smokes damn near Q

So can I get a Twomp on my pager bill

You been blowin' me up

I know you know the code

31 double 07 dash 9 eleven

High steppin'

Ya blankin off the blanks

Cuz I’m a «Rock star»

Here go dove rock, nigga, let me use your fuckin car

All the way through

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday

Threw up money tore up ass bootch you call the po po on me

Told 'em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Solano County

Sheriffs pull my ass over, and book me, caught me with a gun

And a bunch of Alizé bottles and they was askin me where I’m from

And I said… BITCH!