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E-40 - Текст песни I'm Straight
[E-40]
 Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie
 Think he mixin some hash with some of that Humboldt County grass
 with dis sleazy from Union City, she wanted to freak me
 when I was sticky but we did it anyway
 Look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler
 up under my seat, why? Robbers on my feet
 Uhh, cops Elroy's po-po's wanna glock me
 Chops, Elroy's ran up in my car
 I hope none of y'all ain't in there crackin on the Presedential
 under my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin
 and up in there singin a capella
 Cause that ain't the way the GAME was designed
 You 'posed to see that if you BLIND
 Blastin, cocked to the side, blowzin
 Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp - walkin
 I'ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklin
 Pullin out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and I be bossin
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 Where all my hustlers at?
 Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats?
 Where all my shooters? Dude when you stay, pop collars
 Smoke tweed, twenty-fo' hours
 Where all my ballers at?
 Where all my timahs, shot callers at?
 Where all my grimies? It's heavy weight
 Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight
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 I pull up on the set - somebody died?
 Why all the long faces - playboy, it's dry
 Dry as in dry? Dry as in thirsty
cause we ain't had no work since Thursday
 Know you ain't believe us but I got it, who want it?
 By the way how y'all been survivin? Shoot we been STEPPIN on it!
 Uhh - cut out the middle
 From here on out {*cough*} no more scribble
 Fast quota, fuck a slow nig'
 Nigga my fetti's just as long as Ron Jeremy's dick!
 Eighty-one years olda, pimpin don't trip!
 Who you be bumpin? E-40 and The Click!
 Uhh, I see the heads know me in the wind(?)
 Family where you been? The pen, get in!
 Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the block
 What you see two crackheads steppin over, what? A rock
Chorus
 [E-40]
 Gimme a, Cadillac with a black man's drank
 A forty ounce, the ghetto champagne
 The lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to bounce
 Take off her clothes and get butt-naked, Southern girl down South
 A record deal so I ain't gotta dope deal
 A faithful botch, a home-cooked meal
 Take, I like a (?) estate
 with them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate
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