Yee Lyrics - My Ghetto Report Card - E-40

[Hook] 

That's the call of my thugs when they step into the club 

They go Yeeeee! (Yeeeee) 

When you hit the prissy bitch from Vallejo or the Rich 

They holla Yeeeee! (Yeeeee) 

You can catch me in the traffic in the Cutlass or the Maverick 

Hollerin' Yeeee! (Yeeee) 

If you're stickin' like some static we gon' bust them automatics 

Like Yeeee! (Yeeee) 

[Verse 1 - E-40] 

My area code grows some of the best weed in the world, my ninja, we ain't no punk 

They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice 'cause we always smell like skunk 

Sloppy drunk, nine times out of ten, I ain't tryna see me 

Bendin' corners in my brand-new Dodge Durango Hemi 

Pimpin' a lot of ballers, always smokin' mister jolly lama 

Always pullin' me over and searchin' my fuckin' car 

Searchin' my gluteus maximus, flashlight in my draws 

Actin' like some batches is, thinkin' I got robbed 

Doin' it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the lid 

Smokin' spliff, already been, pushing red, 'bout my nig 

Everybody wanna talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark 

Everybody wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that saw on the pillow top 

I get a call from Young Bob, here up out my zone 

He said your Hillside nigga Ned on his way home 

I said well tell him to call me, I love his ass to death 

Any nigga hatin' he gon' take they last breath 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2 - Too $hort] 

(Biatch!) 

It's your partner from the town, mayne 

I see y'all doin' it big, we gettin' down mayne 

Yeah I fuck with the V, Richmond know me 

Wherever niggas ballin is where bitches gon' be 

You can go across the bridge, fuckin' with a bitch 

Don't matter which side, you'll be all up in some shit 

Before you know it, it ain't like it used to be 

Everybody got straps that shoot you or me 

I give a fuck about who, I don't even know you 

Wassup, yeah pimpin', I got my thang too 

And it's cooo, cause I know you know it 

I ain't even got a bullet, ain't even gotta show it 

Don't blow it, it's where the black man stinkin' 

I be layin' underground in a casket stinkin' 

If I slip, I gotta keep my poise 

You hear that 8 away bumpin' man, what's all that noise? 

[Hook] 

[Interlude - Budda] 

Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend 

Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend 

You say that, do that, pull that, shoot that 

Now where your crew at, what you gon' do now 

I'm a west coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) 

I'm a east coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) 

I'm a down south nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) 

I'm a Midwest nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) 

[Hook] 

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