They Point Lyrics - Block Brochure: Welcome To The Soil 2 - E-40

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Every time I stop, hoes like look at him 

Every car I drive, niggas want one of them 

They pointin', they pointin 

They like dammmmmn 

They pointin', they pointin 

They like dammmmmn 

Like Ricky Ross, everyday I'm hustlin' 

Gettin' off weight (like who?) Jennifer Hudson 

Pack a hammer, Thor 

Shooter, score 

Slide through batches think I'm hecka rich 

Breakin' necks, turnin' heads like the exorcist 

Thumbs up like the like button 

Eatin' good, no rib touchin' 

Runnin' with a bundle, never fumble 

Countin' so much bread I got Carpal tunnel 

Stock paint (from where?) Maaco 

Beige, like a potato 

They hate me on the outside, love me in the inside 

Suck me in the back seat while I let a friend drive 

Half a pound two stacks, half a unit 10-5 

I stay out here by Sully so you know a hustler been fly 

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My pockets some'n serious, mansion on a hilly 

Main that nigga got more cheese than a philly 

Shoelace tied but a nigga still trippin' 

I'm Lionel Richie high, I'm dancin' on the ceiling 

Never marry a hoes, I just marry checks 

That's how you stay on top, missionary sex 

Rubberband business, know you heard of that 

I got the town talkin, know you scurred of that 

None less than ten figures, you know what I'm worth 

Record sales, show money, not including merch' 

Club full of bitches, pocket full of Franks 

Blunt full of weed, cup full of drank 

Me going raw dog, ain't no way in hell 

Before I risk my life it be a cold day in hell 

But bitch take it off, here we go show and tell 

And I'm fuckin' that pussy like I'm fresh out of jail 

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Parallel park while I'm ghost riding 

Black diamonds man I'm racial profiling 

I'm so fly man I need a co-pilot 

So I might let your damn ho drive it 

Lil' hair pullin' man I like rough sex 

Dropped out, I ain't never passed a drug test 

You know my lingo baby let's mingle 

So I got a thousand dollars worth of singles 

I got racks in the cargo of my camels 

Still, still won't give her Nathaniel 

Life a gamble so I had to make a bet 

These ain't Air Max but make a check 

They took me out the streets but it's still in me 

I been sellin' work since we had Bill Clinton 

I'm the voice of the streets so they still listen 

On the back of the milk carton, ceiling missing 

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