Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Ya Weight Up (feat. Katt Williams), artist - E-40. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Ya Weight Up (feat. Katt Williams) |
| You need to get ya weight up playa, it’s ridiculous at dis point |
| I mean, I can hear yo light ass chain rattlin when you come in d club |
| Nigga sound like Santa Claus, jus ching-a-ling-a-ling, ching-a-ling-a-ling |
| Ridin aroun town in dat light ass vehicle |
| Errtime yo cellphone ring yo CD playa stop |
| It’s a damn shame nigga, yo car ain’t big enough |
| Yo bank ain’t big enough, yo gun ain’t big enough an yo dank ain’t big enough |
| Get yo hate down an get yo mothafuckin weight up, niggaaaa! |
| What we ‘sposed to do ma nigga, what we ‘sposed to do? |
| Get ya weight up |
| (Look out pimp) |
| Took a little break in d action (action), now I rip back at em |
| In ma pomegranate hemi arti challenger smashin |
| Wid a bottle a richard hennessy cognac in ma fuckin lap |
| An a once a broccoli in ma draws on ma apple phone talkin smack |
| A nigga rick like dido slap so you know I had to beat d dack outta yo speakers |
| shakin like they on crack |
| Ma feet d same colour as ma pink Borrelli ties |
| Got a pocket full a bank an some Blossom cigarette lights |
| Put on ma sleeves an jacket an jeans an slacks (jeans an slacks) |
| Pullin on some greens in ma partna’s garage shootin craps |
| Bet a nine or five befo' I 7 eleven |
| Then I hit ma partna, whose side bettin ma nigga, lemme hit dat joint |
| Got siamese in da summer, an rallies in d winter |
| When it rains rubber bands full of hundreds an twenties an fifties, |
| no loose change |
| God’s gift to d gang, got everybody using E 40 slang |
| Regular household name, gimme d fetti an d fame |
| Couple cars, couple cribs (get ya weight up) |
| Few hands on ma zips (get ya weight up) |
| Flip one into two’s (get ya weight up) |
| Cashed out now flossin ma jewels |
| Pull a piskorz outta trees, ma ninjas ain’t ancient humble |
| See dem bushes right dere, yep dats where we had our bundle |
| Ain’t nobody poppin few, we do dis fo' bread an meat |
| Ma niggas thirsty out here beefin wit niggas cross d street |
| Four funerals this week, playin have no sleep |
| We were all supposed to meet, but niggas nowadays they cheap |
| Gotta stay wit yo heap, gotta stay wit yo squeeze |
| Ma name ain’t Tyler Perry but I pack pistols like Madea |
| Then they get egg on bread, but they ain’t put cheese on tha pizza |
| They on tha boy head, like some stripes on a zebra |
| With so many out here in d pain, don’t think that it’s cute |
| 40 you live in d burbs, playa how you stay in d loop |
| I done seen it an lived it an done it, niggas don’t want it |
| I keep it 100 not only dat but I’m from it |
| Some a you suckaz can’t tell a prune from a pulp |
| A crawfish from a prawn, a lake from a fuckin pond |
| Put it a yowder up in d pot, let it simmer an bathe |
| Put a little bit a water an arm an hammer to let it foam like aftershave |
| I like to serve ma work west so it weigh a hella lot more |
| You can smell d residue an d fumes from next door |
| When it comes to cookin I’m a pro, a chemist from head to toe |
| Everybody know where I’m from, the lighthouse |
| I don’t tell ma brawd too much cause you know dese brawds can get messy |
| They turn when they mad an call d law whenever they ready |
| Gotta be sharp like a machete, solid not bitch may |
| Saucy like spaghetti, one day ima get saved |
| Right now I’m havin fetti, tryna maintain ma title |
| On ma knees prayin every night, readin ma Bible |
| Lookin out fo' rivals, sleepin next to ma rifle |
| Olive oil on ma forehead for ma survival |
| Drinkin ma worries away in dis human zoo |
| Tryna bust up out dis cage ma ninja dats what it do |
| Get up yo ass an stop playin (get ya weight up) |
| Try to stack a hundred gran (get ya weight up) |
| Throw yo turf in d skye:] (get ya weight up) |
| Hustle now, playa rest when you die |
| Ugh! |
| Yea mayne, get ya mothafuckin weight up, junior! |
| (Get ya weight up nigga!) |
| Get up off yo mothafuckin ass, nigga start havin yaypron (ha!) |
| Get yo mothafuckin ass up an stop playin, put it all in d mothafuckin bank |
| Niggas always tryna blame summin on summin nigga (ha!) |
| Nigga I ain’t tryna blame shit on d white mayne |
| Nigga I ain’t tryna blame summin on dis bitch |
| Get ya mothafuckin weight up, get ya yaypron |
| Stop playin wit money, get yo chalupaz nigga, get yo yetti nigga |
| Get yo mothafuckin allowance bitch! |
| as a grown man |
| The fuck wrong wit you niggas, hoe, hooeee! |