Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come On, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Come On |
| Bitch I’m a hard head nigga |
| So don’t ask me |
| I know a gang of motherfuckers say they gone blast me |
| Catch me dippin to some screw |
| Attitude rude, drippin sweat, about to finger-fuck this tech |
| I leave em stretch reaching for a rifle |
| Got him a pump before a nigga to duck to duck |
| I ain’t no punk nigga this be mine for cease |
| Before them chippers and cheese see we thieves |
| Give me some valiums and some Robitussin, watch me do it |
| Dip my cancer stick into some enbalming fluid |
| Show your I. D then pass it right back to me |
| Cousin cause see I’m a minor |
| And these wet daddies got your partner sweating like drippy ass vagina |
| Let me up in this bitch-ass club security or me and my guys |
| Gon' bum rush these doors make it so it won’t be no more rap shows |
| Yeah that’s what I thought |
| I see wall to wall hoes bitches everywhere all over the place |
| Nigga ztippin off the green marble just so hoes can sit on the face |
| (Distorted «come on») |
| A funky lesson number one My own don’t be in no mess |
| Number two when it’s confidential hold it on your chest |
| Number three (three) don’t be fuckin with me |
| Number four no more toe to toe |
| The only way to let these motherfuckers no is to flex |
| Wip they ass up leave em' bleeding like a Kotex |
| Boy we one tight knit ass clique |
| Niggas in my outfit don’t be rattin |
| Rollin over, snitchin, spillin beans, tattle-tellin |
| We be thievin, conniving they way that we surviving |
| No this bitch that’s ballin and tonight’s she’s callin |
| Wantin to know «What's up B when we gone work it up» |
| If we can go kick it and smoke |
| Get her keyed as hell and maybe hit a hotel |
| I’m on my cell thinkin yeah I’m cool with that |
| Hit the Kit-Kat and get her sprees before I get he f cheese |
| Pimpin is a game and I’m lovin to flirt while my fingers up her tennis |
| Skirt |
| (Distorted «come on» repeats) |
| Bitch I’m dedicated you know, to this mob shit |
| Talk back, fuck that get your jaw split |
| Raw spit, that’s what you niggas pay me for |
| A Hundred Thousand fuckin off down in Vegas Hoe |
| And you know we the one to get the function bumpin |
| No shit we the clique bullshit ain’t nothin |
| See you fuckin with some fools niggas with no rules |
| Mobbin in they old schools bitch |
| ??? |
| With the windows up man with the heat on heat on |
| Man we in a land tacked out funked in a hamsac smokin on ??? |
| I say it said producing rapping hustlin that’s my bread and butter |
| You niggas better hurry up cause there’s money in this motherfucker |
| (money in this moneyfucker) |
| Reverend is so hard to find like good boys |
| Cause shit be droppin have your ass |
| Pissin yellow discharge taking tetracycline |