Lirik Lagu My Hoodlums And My Thugz - E-40
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featuring Mack 10 W.C.
Intro: E 40
I pledge allegiance to the ghetto uhI pledge allegiance to the game uhI pledge allegiance to the money and the carsand the pussy and the bitches and the fame uh*repeat*
(BEEYATCH!!!!)
Chorus:
To all my to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs onup in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves onIn the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gabDroppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabsThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up ughThrow it up nigga, throw it up, throw it upThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up
[WC]Fuck talkin, I'm chalkin niggas, best ta get ta walkinIt's The Shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my nigga the Chickenhawk in onthat 'throw it up throw it up' dip, as I dips, skip with the Euro clipHangin for chips on 100-spoke whipsAll I know is pussy, money and color bandanasand tryin to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel SandersPlay us by the trigger so I'ma live by the triggerAnd rivals, seven bicthes for all my colored thug niggas
[E-40]???? ???? regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang sopranoWild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin platinum, door and panelNever dustin up, never crackin under pressureSeems to me I do my time and I get out whenever, EARLYPeople say I smell like Glocks, what kind of ?car? you got?I tell em "Brooklyn cotch"Johnnie Walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is whatI drink a nigga up under the tableWhile all you powder puff niggas take all my votes
Chorus:
Intro: E 40
I pledge allegiance to the ghetto uhI pledge allegiance to the game uhI pledge allegiance to the money and the carsand the pussy and the bitches and the fame uh*repeat*
(BEEYATCH!!!!)
Chorus:
To all my to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs onup in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves onIn the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gabDroppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabsThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up ughThrow it up nigga, throw it up, throw it upThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up
[WC]Fuck talkin, I'm chalkin niggas, best ta get ta walkinIt's The Shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my nigga the Chickenhawk in onthat 'throw it up throw it up' dip, as I dips, skip with the Euro clipHangin for chips on 100-spoke whipsAll I know is pussy, money and color bandanasand tryin to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel SandersPlay us by the trigger so I'ma live by the triggerAnd rivals, seven bicthes for all my colored thug niggas
[E-40]???? ???? regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang sopranoWild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin platinum, door and panelNever dustin up, never crackin under pressureSeems to me I do my time and I get out whenever, EARLYPeople say I smell like Glocks, what kind of ?car? you got?I tell em "Brooklyn cotch"Johnnie Walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is whatI drink a nigga up under the tableWhile all you powder puff niggas take all my votes
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