Loyalty And Betrayal Lyrics
| Song | Loyalty And Betrayal |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Album | Loyalty & Betrayal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stevens, Thomas | |
| You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'? | |
| (aight) let's go | |
| Uhh, a little more volume pimp yeah, okay | |
| Just tell me when.. yeah | |
| It's mobbin - this shit sinister | |
| Straight sinister mob | |
| Rick rock you did this? (yeah!) | |
| [verse one] | |
| I don't spit metaphors (metaphors) i spit l-r-p's | |
| On these dark murky bloody streets of vallejo, where i get my cheese | |
| Never mind the trauma playa, you don't wanna be wearin a helmet | |
| I'm not divin back in the cocoa plant game mr. johnny law i'm celibate | |
| Rebellion, slightly throwed off, but hella smart (smart) | |
| Got the mouthpiece of a pimp (and what?) | |
| And a perm like reverand sharp' (sharp') | |
| Now tell me if i'm wrong (wrong) | |
| If i open up my, own barbershop, and get me a small business loan | |
| Gotta lay it down for a minute (whatcha gon' do?) do what you do | |
| If you in the jail, don't let the jail get in you | |
| And the c-h-p's think they slick, trick | |
| They got a new device out there for high-speedin called the spice drips | |
| See potnah dude right there (uh-huh) he talk more shit than my batch | |
| But he's a coward (coward) and plus a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch | |
| He's a wussy (wussy) if i didn't know better, seriously | |
| Pimpin, you'd think he got a pussy (got a pussy) | |
| [chorus: e-40] | |
| Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal | |
| Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal | |
| Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal | |
| Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal | |
| [verse two] | |
| Oooh, he was listenin to my tape (to my tape) | |
| He was on his way home last night | |
| Out of bounds and they got him at the plate (at the plate) | |
| Soon as he put his foot on the porch, they to' his ass up | |
| (what he had comin?) he had it comin (oh boy) | |
| Now keep in mind (mind) | |
| This nigga done been shot (how many times?) fo' or five times | |
| This nigga done been shot, three times befo' this time | |
| (for what?) for lyin, and havin numerous conversations with the law | |
| (for what?) for spyin and havin diarrhea of the jaw (of the jaw) | |
| I don't get along with undercover | |
| Like republican and democrat, we don't cut for each other | |
| I think it's hella wrong when us brothers | |
| Rat each other out, and roll on one another | |
| Oooh, dis rap is just like the coke game | |
| (illegal dope, but it's cutthroat) | |
| Dis coke game is just like the rap game | |
| (with saditty, plastic ass folk) | |
| [chorus] | |
| [verse three] | |
| Oooh, like a tittie i used to buy my gal the songs | |
| To send my breezy up in albertson's | |
| Just to make grocery just to play it off | |
| Why (why?) because.. i figure if i did it it'll be too obvious | |
| But whaddayou mean too obvious? sheist | |
| Arm & hammer baking soda in gumbo pots white napkin wipin | |
| Oh i see - that makes a lot of sense | |
| Pimpin you kinda smart huh? ain't never had to hit a fence | |
| You got boys? (boys?) do i, strength | |
| What did you start off with? a sixteenth, a pinch | |
| You sittin fat (fat) i know that for a fact | |
| Don't let these glasses fool, see i just look like that | |
| Be the first one to pop a cap, first one to put one through ya | |
| Don't think just cause i rap, that i won't take it to ya | |
| I don't think you squares understand | |
| You ain't ****in wit a boy (who you ****in wit?) | |
| You ****in wit a man | |
| [chorus] | |
| [e-40] | |
| That's big spittin, oh boy, fo' sho' | |
| Mother****ers ain't stickin to the script no mo' | |
| (nah they ain't stickin to the script) | |
| You know that's why when you find a real cat | |
| (what you supposed to do?) find a real tycoon on your team? | |
| (uh-huh) you gon' cherish that pimpin-ass nigga mayn y'know? | |
| (fo' sho') cause they hard to come by mayn, just like a bitch mayn | |
| Just like bitches are hard to come by, the good ones? | |
| Niggaz is hard to come by; real niggaz y'know? | |
| That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some real shit, dig that | |
| Oh boy! uhh.. (not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin) | |
| (yeah we fly straight around this mother****er) | |
| (we pimps in this bitch, we stay spittin these l-r-p's, oh boy!) | |
| (dig that, that's why we mobb like this, dig this nigga, beotch!!) |
| zuo ci : Stevens, Thomas | |
| You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'? | |
| aight let' s go | |
| Uhh, a little more volume pimp yeah, okay | |
| Just tell me when.. yeah | |
| It' s mobbin this shit sinister | |
| Straight sinister mob | |
| Rick rock you did this? yeah! | |
| verse one | |
| I don' t spit metaphors metaphors i spit lrp' s | |
| On these dark murky bloody streets of vallejo, where i get my cheese | |
| Never mind the trauma playa, you don' t wanna be wearin a helmet | |
| I' m not divin back in the cocoa plant game mr. johnny law i' m celibate | |
| Rebellion, slightly throwed off, but hella smart smart | |
| Got the mouthpiece of a pimp and what? | |
| And a perm like reverand sharp' sharp' | |
| Now tell me if i' m wrong wrong | |
| If i open up my, own barbershop, and get me a small business loan | |
| Gotta lay it down for a minute whatcha gon' do? do what you do | |
| If you in the jail, don' t let the jail get in you | |
| And the chp' s think they slick, trick | |
| They got a new device out there for highspeedin called the spice drips | |
| See potnah dude right there uhhuh he talk more shit than my batch | |
| But he' s a coward coward and plus a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch | |
| He' s a wussy wussy if i didn' t know better, seriously | |
| Pimpin, you' d think he got a pussy got a pussy | |
| chorus: e40 | |
| Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal | |
| Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal | |
| Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal | |
| Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal | |
| verse two | |
| Oooh, he was listenin to my tape to my tape | |
| He was on his way home last night | |
| Out of bounds and they got him at the plate at the plate | |
| Soon as he put his foot on the porch, they to' his ass up | |
| what he had comin? he had it comin oh boy | |
| Now keep in mind mind | |
| This nigga done been shot how many times? fo' or five times | |
| This nigga done been shot, three times befo' this time | |
| for what? for lyin, and havin numerous conversations with the law | |
| for what? for spyin and havin diarrhea of the jaw of the jaw | |
| I don' t get along with undercover | |
| Like republican and democrat, we don' t cut for each other | |
| I think it' s hella wrong when us brothers | |
| Rat each other out, and roll on one another | |
| Oooh, dis rap is just like the coke game | |
| illegal dope, but it' s cutthroat | |
| Dis coke game is just like the rap game | |
| with saditty, plastic ass folk | |
| chorus | |
| verse three | |
| Oooh, like a tittie i used to buy my gal the songs | |
| To send my breezy up in albertson' s | |
| Just to make grocery just to play it off | |
| Why why? because.. i figure if i did it it' ll be too obvious | |
| But whaddayou mean too obvious? sheist | |
| Arm hammer baking soda in gumbo pots white napkin wipin | |
| Oh i see that makes a lot of sense | |
| Pimpin you kinda smart huh? ain' t never had to hit a fence | |
| You got boys? boys? do i, strength | |
| What did you start off with? a sixteenth, a pinch | |
| You sittin fat fat i know that for a fact | |
| Don' t let these glasses fool, see i just look like that | |
| Be the first one to pop a cap, first one to put one through ya | |
| Don' t think just cause i rap, that i won' t take it to ya | |
| I don' t think you squares understand | |
| You ain' t in wit a boy who you in wit? | |
| You in wit a man | |
| chorus | |
| e40 | |
| That' s big spittin, oh boy, fo' sho' | |
| Mother ers ain' t stickin to the script no mo' | |
| nah they ain' t stickin to the script | |
| You know that' s why when you find a real cat | |
| what you supposed to do? find a real tycoon on your team? | |
| uhhuh you gon' cherish that pimpinass nigga mayn y' know? | |
| fo' sho' cause they hard to come by mayn, just like a bitch mayn | |
| Just like bitches are hard to come by, the good ones? | |
| Niggaz is hard to come by real niggaz y' know? | |
| That ain' t on no gay shit, that' s on some real shit, dig that | |
| Oh boy! uhh.. not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin | |
| yeah we fly straight around this mother er | |
| we pimps in this bitch, we stay spittin these lrp' s, oh boy! | |
| dig that, that' s why we mobb like this, dig this nigga, beotch!! |
| zuò cí : Stevens, Thomas | |
| You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'? | |
| aight let' s go | |
| Uhh, a little more volume pimp yeah, okay | |
| Just tell me when.. yeah | |
| It' s mobbin this shit sinister | |
| Straight sinister mob | |
| Rick rock you did this? yeah! | |
| verse one | |
| I don' t spit metaphors metaphors i spit lrp' s | |
| On these dark murky bloody streets of vallejo, where i get my cheese | |
| Never mind the trauma playa, you don' t wanna be wearin a helmet | |
| I' m not divin back in the cocoa plant game mr. johnny law i' m celibate | |
| Rebellion, slightly throwed off, but hella smart smart | |
| Got the mouthpiece of a pimp and what? | |
| And a perm like reverand sharp' sharp' | |
| Now tell me if i' m wrong wrong | |
| If i open up my, own barbershop, and get me a small business loan | |
| Gotta lay it down for a minute whatcha gon' do? do what you do | |
| If you in the jail, don' t let the jail get in you | |
| And the chp' s think they slick, trick | |
| They got a new device out there for highspeedin called the spice drips | |
| See potnah dude right there uhhuh he talk more shit than my batch | |
| But he' s a coward coward and plus a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch | |
| He' s a wussy wussy if i didn' t know better, seriously | |
| Pimpin, you' d think he got a pussy got a pussy | |
| chorus: e40 | |
| Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal | |
| Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal | |
| Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal | |
| Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal | |
| verse two | |
| Oooh, he was listenin to my tape to my tape | |
| He was on his way home last night | |
| Out of bounds and they got him at the plate at the plate | |
| Soon as he put his foot on the porch, they to' his ass up | |
| what he had comin? he had it comin oh boy | |
| Now keep in mind mind | |
| This nigga done been shot how many times? fo' or five times | |
| This nigga done been shot, three times befo' this time | |
| for what? for lyin, and havin numerous conversations with the law | |
| for what? for spyin and havin diarrhea of the jaw of the jaw | |
| I don' t get along with undercover | |
| Like republican and democrat, we don' t cut for each other | |
| I think it' s hella wrong when us brothers | |
| Rat each other out, and roll on one another | |
| Oooh, dis rap is just like the coke game | |
| illegal dope, but it' s cutthroat | |
| Dis coke game is just like the rap game | |
| with saditty, plastic ass folk | |
| chorus | |
| verse three | |
| Oooh, like a tittie i used to buy my gal the songs | |
| To send my breezy up in albertson' s | |
| Just to make grocery just to play it off | |
| Why why? because.. i figure if i did it it' ll be too obvious | |
| But whaddayou mean too obvious? sheist | |
| Arm hammer baking soda in gumbo pots white napkin wipin | |
| Oh i see that makes a lot of sense | |
| Pimpin you kinda smart huh? ain' t never had to hit a fence | |
| You got boys? boys? do i, strength | |
| What did you start off with? a sixteenth, a pinch | |
| You sittin fat fat i know that for a fact | |
| Don' t let these glasses fool, see i just look like that | |
| Be the first one to pop a cap, first one to put one through ya | |
| Don' t think just cause i rap, that i won' t take it to ya | |
| I don' t think you squares understand | |
| You ain' t in wit a boy who you in wit? | |
| You in wit a man | |
| chorus | |
| e40 | |
| That' s big spittin, oh boy, fo' sho' | |
| Mother ers ain' t stickin to the script no mo' | |
| nah they ain' t stickin to the script | |
| You know that' s why when you find a real cat | |
| what you supposed to do? find a real tycoon on your team? | |
| uhhuh you gon' cherish that pimpinass nigga mayn y' know? | |
| fo' sho' cause they hard to come by mayn, just like a bitch mayn | |
| Just like bitches are hard to come by, the good ones? | |
| Niggaz is hard to come by real niggaz y' know? | |
| That ain' t on no gay shit, that' s on some real shit, dig that | |
| Oh boy! uhh.. not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin | |
| yeah we fly straight around this mother er | |
| we pimps in this bitch, we stay spittin these lrp' s, oh boy! | |
| dig that, that' s why we mobb like this, dig this nigga, beotch!! |
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