Gargoyle Serenade Lyrics - E-40

Scrapin the pavement with his knuckles, gorilla like with it 

Run a background check, bet you they say he livid 

He got a voice out there mayne! He don't wear a muzzle 

West coast fixture, disrespect him you in trouble 

Niggarish nigga, dig that with a shovel 

Broccoli in the air, gathered up in a huddle 

'Bout to blast off - like a space shuttle 

RealHustlersUnite.com, born in the struggle 

Cain't be weak, gotta earn your keep 

Gotta stay woke while everybody else asleep 

Cause they dusty mayne, they dirty mayne, they'll try and sneak 

Creep up on you from beind and make yo' melon leak 

Watch yo' back, and yo' front 

Gotta pack the kind of guns that hunters use to hunt 

Braveheart, not a punk 

It can go down at any time, be prepared for funk 

I was built for this shit, seen cats get peeled in this shit 

for either flappin they lips, or warrin over a chick 

Either that or they snitch or owe somebody some chips 

Used to flea flick and pitch, fucked around and got rich! 

So damn focused ferocious, man I don't know if y'all noticed 

I'm tryin to bubble like sodas it's funky like halitosis 

Stanky gritty no pity, it's a killer in every city 

On the ave where it's mannish, posted up with the many 

Related 

Songs You Love If You Love Nerds 

NEW SONG: Chris Lane - 'Big, Big Plans' (Video for Lauren) - LYRICS 

POPULAR SONG: Daddy Yankee & Snow - 'Con Calma' - LYRICS 

Uhh! Back from a leave of absence 

Got the block pregnant, now it's havin contractions 

All boys, not girls like the Braxtons 

Sellin that white like the Kardashians 

On the track like a weave! Loaded as fuck, geeked 

Got a pint of that there oil and a zap of broccoli 

And I wish a bitch WOULD, try to slide through I'm ready 

I'ma send him back in a box and I ain't talkin 'bout a Chevy 

I'm totin somethin heavy, that'll fuck a fucker UP! 

A cinnamon roll, look like a snake curled up 

Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka, goes the hundred round drum 

WOOOOOO, the amba-lambs, here they come 

Flatlined, folks cryin, "My baby was an angel sir!" 

But little did she know that her lil' devil was a finagler 

A robber, a thief, a stealer, always into somethin 

A peeler, runnin, from the po'-po' and the soil, he had it comin 

BEOTCH BEOTCH! 

Photos