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Correct H.I. Double L. Lyrics
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(E-40) Hey ah, which way should I steer ah The beat keeps knockin down my rearview mirror Pervin like a mothafucka swervin Hope I don't scrub in my '95 Suburban To go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin niggas tweak Quick fast in a hurry, don't worry, 40 vision ain't blurry Shorty hit the freeways right up the ways, clownin like that nigga Joe Torry (Celly Cel) Well, what do you know, it's siggity Cel That funky niggaro, that funky nigga doe Kickin in doors, you better grab ya ho I see ya choosin in the late night Creepin wit my nigga B-Legit and 40 Water, ah shit (40) We're here-we're there-we're everywhere Highly intox-icated but we don't care (B-Legit) I'm from the H. I. L. L. The place where my niggas bail A Mac muthafuckin 12 will send your ass straight to hell (40) A tick, a tock, they shook the spot They say them crazy muthafuckas pulled out a chop (B) I watch them muthafuckas run I do this shit for fun You niggas know you can't get none (40) Biatch Chorus- I'm from the V. A. L. L. E. J. O H. I. Double. L side doe Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh And they be like... (there they go) V. A. L. L. E. J. O H. I. Double. L side doe Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh And they be like... (there they go) (B) I tell a bitch what the fuck you mean where I've been And so what I smells like pussy and gin I had money to make Bitches to break And if the shit was out of line I had lives to take I told you from the gate that I'm a mobster Sippin dp, eatin lobster Don't get it confused, you won't get abused As long as you makin' me them revenues (Cel) That miggity mack, that diggity dang and that niggity nut Jump in the back of my cut with a tramp slut and hit the guts Ain't got no love for 'em, all I love to do is dick 'em Pass 'em to the extra mannish nigga, 40 water, sic 'em (40) If I was Popeye I woulda told Bluto 'You could kiss my big black royal' I'm not funkin' over Olive Oyl Last night I had a superbad in my room She sucked me 'til my dick shriveled up like a prune (Cel) Well pass the hussy to the left hand side So I can bend her over, hit it from the back, and let her ride You know a Sick Wid It hog gotta put the shake down Shoot her to the left, nigga, hit me with that breakdown [Chorus] I'm from the V. A. L. L. E. J. O H. I. Double. L side doe Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh And they be like... (there they go) V. A. L. L. E. J. O H. I. Double. L side doe Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh And they be like... (off to the liquor sto') (40) Beefeater, Tanqueray, Sapphire, Bombay Either that or a punch bowl full of Hurricane Ethel That'll last a nigga dang near all day Smokin' herb, we gets perved, cop a squat Let's hang out at the old Cola spot (B) Nigga, I'm a Looie, smokes damn near Q So can I get a Twomp on my pager bill You been blowin' me up I know you know the code 31 double 07 dash 9 eleven (40) High steppin' Ya blankin off the blanks Cuz I'm a "Rock star" Here go dove rock, nigga, let me use your fuckin car All the way through Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday Threw up money tore up ass bootch you call the po po on me Told 'em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Solano County Sheriffs pull my ass over, and book me, caught me with a gun And a bunch of Alizé bottles and they was askin me where I'm from And I said... Bitch! [Chorus] I'm from the V. A. L. L. E. J. O H. I. Double. L side doe Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh And they be like... (there they go) V. A. L. L. E. J. O H. I. Double. L side doe Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh And they be like... (there they go)
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