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E-40

Genres: Hip-Hop

Clown Wit It Lyrics - E-40

Forty water and Mystikal 

What cha know about that, nigga? 

 

What cha want, girl? 

You interested in a thug ass nigga 

Wit battle wounds and scars 

Lawyers, doctors, rappers 

R&B singers or sports stars? 

 

Wig splittas and dome crackers that's all I'm accustomed to 

Allergic to suckas and bustas and get to sneezin' and shit 

Ain't affiliated wit pathological liars and name droppers 

Just bosses and mafia niggas, slick talkers and collar poppas 

 

Drug traffic and racketeer bank robbers 

Young pits pants saggin', totin' and packin' choppers 

Having this ghetto money tryin' to stay papered up like a fax 

I keep tellin' all these niggas out this way 

You ain't got to have dandruff to have scratch 

 

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Protect yo neck and yo chest 

See, my mentality hasn't changed 

Just my physical address, nothin' less 

 

I smoke wit the gromiest and the highest 

Takin' my chances on hepatitis 

Sharin' my fortys of malt liquor drinkin' 

211, after any old nigga thinking 

 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Pimpin' mob wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Player boss wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Give a fuck wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

I mean sic wit it 

 

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Clown wit it, clown wit it, clown wit it 

Pimpin' mob wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Player boss wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Give a fuck wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

 

Nigga, you must have been drinkin' dog water 

If you think you can fuck wit the bayou godfather 

Smoke like scaldin' water I'm come from the 12th ward 

Cuts and welts and scars whoever face-off 

 

Burnin' and turnin', they lights out makin' them stay dark 

Body beatin' and sweepin', keepin' 'em sleepin' 

Heat seekin' deletin' 'cause, bitch, I ain't need cha 

Feel like bullets hit cha when the rhymes flyin' off 

 

When I get finish wit cha, you gonna feelin', dog tired, boss 

Jump shop, hop flight, cop ride and 

Tellin' finally smell it and chop it up wit Fonzarelli 

 

These niggas be sounding like they talking 'bout they on one 

But when I come, they only fuck up, one run like home run 

Fire-bringa, rhyme-singa, pussy-banga, young dick-slanga 

They funky like Kunta Kinte own thang 

On my bike I'm ridin' the fuckin' rap game on the handle bars 

 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Pimpin' mob wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Player boss wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Give a fuck wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

I mean sic wit it 

 

Clown wit it, clown wit it, clown wit it 

Pimpin' mob wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Player boss wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Give a fuck wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

I'm talkin' sic wit it 

 

Livin' in California ain't always so cute like New Orleans 

Fuck around and get yo head put on flat in a road rage dispute 

The poor get poorer and the rich keep gettin' richer 

These hoers keep pourin' and the spicks keep getting slicker 

 

I play the game for what it's worth 

Hard like penitentiary steel, not soft like a Nerf 

I know some cats, seriously, homey, maybe twice 

Ain't neva been pass four blocks in they li-a-life 

 

Dudes can't even dream a dream about gettin' paid 

Just sittin' on the corner, sittin' for about a decade 

I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed but I'm a rebel 

Some cats'll bury their self alive 

Just to prove they know how to use a shovel 

 

And about you sounding like everybody else 

Ass rappers knock my flow 

But in the back of your head, you really be sayin' 

That their nigga right their be snappin' that nigga from the back 

I ain't even gon' lie pimpin' that nigga a fool right there 

He got a fool style that nigga there can go go 

 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Pimpin' mob wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Player boss wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Give a fuck wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

I mean sic wit it 

 

Clown wit it, clown wit it, clown wit it 

Pimpin' mob wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Player boss wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Give a fuck wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

I'm talkin' sic wit it 

 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Clown wit it, clown wit it 

Biatch 

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