Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hunedz , by - E-40. Release date: 24.11.2016
Song language: English
Hunedz |
| Yeah, my nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| No periods, all commas |
| No ones in my stacks, these «hunedz» |
| I can give it to ya if you want it |
| Nigga if you got it then flaunt it |
| I started with a teaspoon |
| Now I’m a tycoon |
| Keep it lit like a full moon |
| Street sweeper |
| I started with nothing, all of a sudden I’m something |
| My jewelry be bustin', showcasin', flossin' and stuntin' |
| My woofers be subbin', I know they know that I’m comin' |
| You might want to hide her or glue your hand to your woman |
| My big ol' G’s be shinin', |
| My lil niggas be grindin', and they be shootin' and fightin' |
| I tell 'em stop all the violence, mama’s at funerals cryin' |
| The P’s be poppin' and the mackin' be multiplyin' |
| Yeah, my nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| (Makin' all kinds of paper in my sleep) |
| Gotta stay with your stapler, play for keep |
| Don’t wanna be seven days, I can’t be week/weak |
| Never know who out there plottin' tryna sneak |
| I be blowin' purple haze up out my Jeep |
| My air bitches are soiled like a cleek |
| I be perkin' off that loyal when I drink |
| You don’t want no problems, want no beef |
| Your ratchets like some foil like some meat |
| I’m talkin' sign language, I can’t speak |
| When I get questioned by police |
| Threw off methods to make 'em think that I’m a geek |
| Activated, I might put your bitch to sleep |
| The homie just touched down, forgot to mention |
| Told me look at niggas hands and pay attention |
| Be about your rubber bands and your funds |
| I don’t make it rain 'cause I ain’t got no ones |
| Yeah, my nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| Of course, I’ma keep it lit like the fourth |
| I could talk your mom out her purse |
| Without no harm, or no force |
| When I was starvin' like Marvin and eatin' noodles and spam |
| Some bread or some milk or some peanut butter and jam |
| The way I was built from the gravel, the soil, the land |
| You can get killed if you out here cattin' and playin' |
| I’m fried, I’m burnt, I’m on 10, I stay turnt |
| Suckers tryna monitor the money I earn |
| I got the gift of the gab, could talk a rock off a cliff |
| pill scraps, throwin' 100s to Crips |
| Blue bags, well deserved |
| C-notes, like Charlie Bird |
| My player partners straight up out the rich |
| Known for goin' hard on a bitch |
| Yeah, my nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |
| (These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz) |
| My nigga, these ain’t ones |