Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 40 & Hiero (feat. Hieroglyphics), artist - E-40.
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |