Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fired Up, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 24.11.2016
Song language: English
Fired Up |
| The streets is my financial advisor |
| When I see other people havin' their money, I get inspired |
| I’m far from a hater, that’s what I’m not |
| I’m a congratulator, tell ‘em ‘I see you' and give ‘em props |
| From my savings in my socks on the block and flea-flickin' rocks |
| Getting beat up by cops to buying mansions on mountaintops |
| No more going to the station getting fingerprinted |
| The only time I get fingerprinted now is when I close escrow |
| Still with the activation, still with the mannishness, blowin' cannabis |
| Strains of that cookie blue fertilized in that bat boo-boo |
| That there guano or maybe them chicken droppings |
| Girl Scout cookie and gorilla glue crossing |
| Some can’t comprehend what I’m saying ‘cause they way out of touch |
| And they square as a box of Fruity Pebbles and Cocoa Puffs |
| Out the loop like a hula hoop, get they game from the ‘net |
| I get my game from the soil, the turf, the trenches, the set |
| Tool on me in the club, yeah, I’m plyered up |
| Talk shit, get hit, jaw wired up |
| Roll another ‘wood up, I ain’t high enough |
| Where the bottles at? |
| We here tryna fire up |
| (We finna get this muthafucka fired up) |
| Fired up, fired up, fired up |
| (We finna get this muthafucka fired up) |
| Fired up, fired up, fired up |
| (We finna get this muthafucka fired up) |
| UH! |
| Verse two |
| I’mma make it do what it do |
| My nigga, I don’t know about you |
| But I’m about my business like a Jew |
| My diamonds be flexin' and pokin' out like a titty nipple |
| The way I be dressin' is kinda fly for a bigger niggro |
| Too blessed to be stressin', I reckon, life is a bitch |
| Plead the fifth, no confessin' and I’m too thorough to snitch |
| Watchin' Trapflix, rollin' a spliff in the afternoon |
| On the couch in the living room with my lady on Blue Lagoon |
| I stay timin', I’m a tycoon, like my vodka coming out soon |
| I ain’t lying, I never do, I’m a factor, you could be too |
| BIATCH! |
| Financials used to be ugly but now they gorgeous and lovely |
| When my paper was injured it made a speedy recovery |
| They say I’m short-tempered, I’ll shoot you right in your artery |
| I’m begging you, asking you not to try me or bother me |
| Earth is my turf and my soil, gravel or property |
| And these suckas and haters is hella bad for the economy |
| I go bad on these batches and I don’t do no apology |
| Razor-sharp like a cactus and I believe in astrology |
| Loyalty, not dishonesty, THC, I blow broccoli |
| I’m a fixture in the game, I’m tryin' to build a monopoly |
| I want the money, fuck the fame, so break me off somethin' properly |
| And you can find me getting high and drinking brew on the balcony |
| BIATCH! |
| Fired up |
| Fired up |