Lyrics 40 & Hiero (feat. Hieroglyphics) - E-40, Hieroglyphics

40 & Hiero (feat. Hieroglyphics)

Aww, yea
E40 40 playin hard
Aww, yea
40 Hiero-glyphics
Aww, yea
40 Hiero-glyphics
Aww, yea
Ugh put me with the greats don’t put me with the fakes
Me and the glyphics go to ryno and cassette times
No female traits just og boss shit
It ain’t gotta to be on the radio to be hit
I told this broad the other day bitch what do you want
Wanna hear some solid motherfucker or some chumps
She said water, water I swear on my daughter
You the best that eva done it I put that on my mama
You other there a quarter creche
I mean everything I fuckin say
Hella rhymes they got away still relevant
Raised in the valley, jay
Rockin the mic till I’m old and grey
What you niggas got to say
Average nigga talk about other niggas business
Great minds talk about ideas and dimensions
I feel we the difference e40, hieroglyphics
You speak on the bay the aforementioned
Comin up before you even finished half yo sentence
Ask ya bitches if yo ass suspicious we
The master spiters tell ya half the difference
In our act we wizards or fooled around magicians
Bronen and baliey the show goes on
You betta get it on before the whole ozone gone
I got a jones in my bones for a spliff and riff and a semi tone
Until you see me sittin on my throne I’ll be on my grind
Pep lava go hard or go home when the mike is on
And light gets show it’s hieroglyphics crew and valley niggas own
Yea we love our sound cause we underground
But the funds pow once the guns go blow and we fuck hoes out
And always slidin up the block with some thunderous pound
We just some town veterans rappin with no extra effort cause we neva left it
But still world wide accepted name a continent where I ain’t respected
Hop on fonzie shit and start firing my weapon boom
Hiero, hiero, hieroglyphics
Be on the grind
Grinding yeah, yeah
E, e40
Hiero, hiero, hieroglyphics
That’s right rap gods
My crew raps all in the boondocks
2Pac all in the boom box two blocks bank roll in the shoes box
You with them stank hoes you need a new bop
I’m in my high roll hoodie high roll jeans on
You lookin like you puttin the swing on king kong
Yup gettin my joe clark lean on no bo how I roll with 4 low
Yo frosty bar face softy fresh off the charter plane
Or the chopper with the laundry operation dr.
Jay
Dockin the bay yo stale scrawny act salty bag walkin raps saw scans 40
Laboratory all foggy auditory, got ya paparazzi shorty, salt’n call doggy
Satellite walkie talkie you side high in hierarchy
Armani molly off the kamikaze gotta watch me
Zoom like the maserati do em like I rock the party
This is not a hobby off the high seat giant in the game
True slang on em and they claiming like it’s you comin new
It’s a plus, the a stands for alien
Different kind of cat no category you can’t see me in
Hieroglyphics and e40 and we off the chain again
I be on one people they say I’m many men
I be with mariel monis she got a very soft body
Try to kick it like me you will be carried off prolly
Be wilding at parties since I was barely off the potty
While ya fairy ass partnas tryna scare off all the hottie
There is no competition
No comp no comp no competition
There is no competition
No comp no comp no competition