Come On Lyrics - E-40

Bitch I'm a hard head nigga 

So don't ask me 

I know a gang of motherfuckers say they gone blast me 

Catch me dippin to some screw 

Attitude rude, drippin sweat, about to finger-fuck this tech 

I leave em stretch reaching for a rifle 

Got him a pump before a nigga to duck to duck 

I ain't no punk nigga this be mine for cease 

Before them chippers and cheese see we thieves 

Give me some valiums and some Robitussin, watch me do it 

Dip my cancer stick into some enbalming fluid 

Show your I.D then pass it right back to me 

Cousin cause see I'm a minor 

And these wet daddies got your partner sweating like drippy ass vagina 

Let me up in this bitch-ass club security or me and my guys 

Gon' bum rush these doors make it so it won't be no more rap shows 

Yeah that's what I thought 

I see wall to wall hoes bitches everywhere all over the place 

Nigga ztippin off the green marble just so hoes can sit on the face 

(Distorted "come on") 

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A funky lesson number one My own don't be in no mess 

Number two when it's confidential hold it on your chest 

Number three (three) don't be fuckin with me 

Number four no more toe to toe 

The only way to let these motherfuckers no is to flex 

Wip they ass up leave em' bleeding like a Kotex 

Boy we one tight knit ass clique 

Niggas in my outfit don't be rattin 

Rollin over, snitchin, spillin beans, tattle-tellin 

We be thievin, conniving they way that we surviving 

No this bitch that's ballin and tonight's she's callin 

Wantin to know " What's up B when we gone work it up" 

If we can go kick it and smoke 

Get her keyed as hell and maybe hit a hotel 

I'm on my cell thinkin yeah I'm cool with that 

Hit the Kit-Kat and get her sprees before I get he f cheese 

Pimpin is a game and I'm lovin to flirt while my fingers up her tennis 

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(Distorted "come on" repeats) 

Bitch I'm dedicated you know, to this mob shit 

Talk back, fuck that get your jaw split 

Raw spit, that's what you niggas pay me for 

A Hundred Thousand fuckin off down in Vegas Hoe 

And you know we the one to get the function bumpin 

No shit we the clique bullshit ain't nothin 

See you fuckin with some fools niggas with no rules 

Mobbin in they old schools bitch 

????? With the windows up man with the heat on heat on 

Man we in a land tacked out funked in a hamsac smokin on???? 

I say it said producing rapping hustlin that's my bread and butter 

You niggas better hurry up cause there's money in this motherfucker 

(money in this moneyfucker) 

Reverend is so hard to find like good boys 

Cause shit be droppin have your ass 

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