- E-40 My Cup 歌詞
- E-40
- I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
You got your cup (I got my cup)
[E-40]
One of these playas is doing they own thang
And some of these playas is kinda the same
One of these playas is unlike the others
Now its time to spit my game
Im leaning, I got that purple colors brightness
Ms. Buttersworth up in my white cup, white cup
Codeineing, dropping that Swishahouse groove music
And Im fucked up, and Im fucked up
A playas sweating, shoot dice up under the staircase
Talking hell-a-loud grabbing his balls and side betting like a veteran
All my weeples just come hard, reach into my pockets
Pulled out a wad of money and I threw my dogs up on it
Its expected, cause way back when I couldnt afford
When a playa like me was leaking, had my back like a ? board
Now that Im eating , the game done blessed me mayn
Everyday is my birthday, Im about that ice cream and cake
Looking for a batch with no pan and
Im a guerilla meals must like Brandy
Like the R&B singer , Christian brother twist
Getting gone, plastic cup in the traffic bumping this
[Chorus - 2x]
[E-40]
Hickory dickory dock
I dick the boost down with my dock
I was on stuck, she was on top
Pour me some more in my cup
[Suga-T]
We working with a lot, cant let em catch us slipping
Cant sit the cup down, cant let em know we tripping
Ima keep a cup, fullof Check-A-Hater juice
Eyes behind my head, cant let em catch me loose
Hes a fool, usually wanting to put it on me
Got a low attention span, and the average cant afford me
Im a boss chick, like that-that-that-that-that-that
And you are bossy uh, I got your back
[Chorus - 2x]
[E-40]
Head, shoulders, knees and toes
Pimps, playas, hustlas, hoes
Simps, haters, bustas, marks
Saps, suckas, haters, sars
Well Im at a park, at a club after dark
At a football game, your date in the parking lot
Them hoochies know my name, Im not a popsicle
But a fool, can you do the other side of the pimp
Stick and move, all about my uh paper route
When Im drunk, thats when my true feelings come out
I aint no punk, you got your easmic stuff
Plus some funk, in real life Ill fuck you up
[Chorus - 2x]
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