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E 40 Takin Em Back

slap (Bump-ba-ba-bump) man 40 takin em back BIATCH! This the shit that I miss (40 takin em back) This what I grew up with (40 takin em back) It made

it seems I'm in a situation again I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin' Why must this shit always involve dying? (e-40

? MP: Whats up 40 boy? E 40: Talk to me weepilation. MP: Dey dont know we been doin dis. E 40: Last Deezy Last Don. MP: Bay Area playa nigga. E 40: This E

cock back, spit out Shut your block down, get out, criminal route Gangsta shit, can't talk now, gun in your mouth Cream Team killas, cacoon cats like caterpillars Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs

polished dippin all in they stack and they astonished 'cause the game will treat em just like that while droppin a rap, gettin contact and keepin em

, word is bond By the way whatever happened to word is bond? The brother Ak lied to me during Ramadan I'm takin' no prisoners, takin' no shorts Still drink Old E, cans 40

the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail Motherfuckers grindin' but we all ain't played And all ain't paid, now watch 'em all get sprayed Laid back

a check attached to 'em Famous but unrecoupedm, circumstances predicated on Large ass video budgets and takin' out advancements Uhh, March and September, that's quite a ways, 40, 40

here lil' girl it come equipped wid it She freaky deaky lick her lips wid it, she thick thick wid it Jump, stump, twist wid it Make 'em, make 'em, make 'em