Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bag on Me, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 24.11.2016
Song language: English
Bag on Me |
| I got some gidname for the bridnain, gas, 91 octane |
| They say '40, you’ve been doin' it for years, how you maintidnain?' |
| In a region where people supposed to fail |
| Living in the Bay with the sharks and killer whales (pimp) |
| I tell ‘em ‘I'm grown, not with the bitchness' |
| I’m too crispy and polished, I stay solid, I mind business |
| I don’t hate on brothers, I take my hat off to hustlers |
| And what I want for myself, bruh, I want for others |
| Republicans wear red, and Democratics wear blue |
| Politicians be bangin' and set-trippin' like me and you |
| It’s OK to have nice things, but don’t let them things have you |
| That’s what my OG told me and my whole crew |
| In the heart of the slums I hung with the bums |
| Soaked up game, like a sponge |
| Back then, insufficient funds |
| So I started slangin' gook, pocket full of hunds |
| BIATCH! |
| Whole stack full of hun’eds, got that bag on me |
| When I got that bag, know them bands on me |
| When I got that bag, know them bands on me |
| When I got that bag, know them bands on me |
| From the kiddie walk to Blackhawk, in a guarded gated community |
| No streetlights or sirens, in the land of the opportunity |
| Rubbing my shoulder with the white folks |
| In the beginning, it was so new to me |
| Tycoons and golf carts |
| Came a long way from grinding up on the block |
| Life savings all in my socks |
| Mouth full of spitters, swallowing rocks |
| Me and my niggas and gritters posted up with chops |
| Bagging up zippers, microwaves and pots |
| I need to duplicate myself but I cain’t ‘cause I’m one of one |
| Let’s go one-on-one, potna, put down the gun |
| I pull strings like a banjo |
| I could have some niggas run up in your bando |
| My muscle car souped up and I ain’t talkin' ‘bout Campbell |
| I’m thinkin' ‘bout buying a Bentley truck and a lambo |
| I dress like a king and I’m out here living a dream |
| If you put your mind to it you could do anything |
| Tryin' to put something together, having my gouda and my cheddar |
| Foldin' it backward like an omelet, ‘bout to get higher than I can measure |
| Got that plug like a Tesla, your bitch, you might wanna check her |
| She slick and she freaky sneaky, she want me up in her kidney |
| She want me to suck her titty, she wanna sit on my lap |
| Your bitch doin' too fuckin' much, I ain’t fuckin' with none of that |
| I’m too busy, I’m in a rush, in the traffic checking my traps |
| On my way to the studio, laughin', rappin', making slaps |
| Only saps I fuck with is the SAP Center |
| Where the Sharks swim, surrender |
| Don’t test us, we got a short temper |
| Fuck around and chop you down like timber |
| BIATCH! |