Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mo' Mail , by - E-40. Release date: 06.05.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mo' Mail |
| Ah fuck it |
| Ah y’all got your nigga E-40 in this motherfucker |
| I buzz I put a step in |
| Kickin it in the Fac house motherfucker |
| Ay, G-Nut, Spice, Xtra-Large |
| Let em have it |
| (Spice-1) |
| Went out the house I think it was a Sunday |
| Nigga was runnin with drop top drop havin a fun-day |
| Kickin it with my niggas up on the block |
| Talkin shit drinkin «Crooked I» |
| I got the fat head rush from the chocolate Thai |
| I’m feelin good I wanna kick it and hang out |
| But when the drive-by hit this is the main route |
| What the fuck is my problem nigga? |
| I got a Glock seventeen better gobble them |
| So why should I trip, load the clip, put the joint to my lip |
| Get the motherfuckin forty take a real ass nigga hit |
| I’m sittin on my gat thinkin shit is cool |
| Some niggas roll up in an old school |
| I ain’t trippin, ay 'G' you know this nigga’s face |
| I heard the motherfuckin bass |
| Of a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump |
| Musty dead bodies and a catty bump, trump |
| Smellin up the neighborhood lyin in the bushes |
| Somebody had mo' mail than the rest of the pushers |
| Yeah, I’m just a hustler |
| Yeah, I’m just a hustler |
| Yeah, I’m just a hustler |
| Spice-1, you know some hoes gonna go boy |
| Look here ay look here |
| They got schemes and scandals out there right? |
| When that funk is on this here |
| Check fan, the motherfucker gotta be about |
| As greasy as gravy in order to maintain |
| So society is a motherfucker ain’t it? |
| Ay, whatta bout those niggas on your dick nigga? |
| Ice spit some shit about that shit nigga |
| (Spice-1) |
| Get off my dick nigga get your own motherfuckers |
| Steady mobbin gaffle the motherfuckers cause my jobbing |
| Shootin up motherfuckers was my hobby |
| Stop the tech-eleven on two-eleven I did a robbery |
| Shot the mothefucker is grenades that I’ll be livin |
| Lowin the motherfuckers like a new pair of Levi’s and |
| Used to think the cops were so motherfuckin friendly |
| Till they tied my cousin to a chair and broke his chin 'G' |
| My homies motherfuckin head like a melon |
| Slavery is abolished except if ya' a convicted felon |
| So dear Mr. Officer of the motherfuckin law |
| Rodney Kind don’t need a trial what was seen was what was saw |
| You could take the niggas up out the motherfuckin ghetto |
| But you can’t take the ghetto up out the motherfuckin niggas |
| Can’t you hear the voice of the niggas comin at cha? |
| Fuck you Mr. President I think I wanna gat ya |
| I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers |
| Mo' mail than the rest of the piles |
| I can’t get enough, good, good |
| Good shit motherfucker good shit |
| I think I’m a little jet drunk motherfuck |
| Ay, look here ay I’m off this Liquorice Rainall boy |
| You understand that don’t ya |
| Huh, you feel it |
| Ay, ay look here nigga, ay |
| What I want you to do boy, drop that ill shit |
| (Spice-1) |
| I’ll make this gat sing like motherfuckin Mary J. Blige |
| And reminisce on hearin a nigga’s last breath when he slowly die |
| Stang his ass in the chest with the hollow |
| Capped him in his thr-thr-throat so he can’t swallow |
| R-a-rat t-a-tat put a buck in y’all |
| The motherfuckin six-foot chucky dog |
| Comin to play with the trigger of the AK |
| Another real ass nigga from the East Bay |
| For the niggas who kid yourself by losin your fuckin death |
| Bloaw! |
| Bloaw! |
| Cap, we do it just like that |
| Quick to put a motherfucker brains in his lap |
| Smokin up a blunt as I reminisce |
| Of bloody body bags a motherfucker going nutty |
| Bloaw! |
| Bloaw! |
| Po' bust a knowledge route |
| Brown, notify his family, fuck it, send his fingers home |
| Cause the shit get major, put the mortuary number up on his pager |
| Bitch don’t fuck with me |
| I know a gang of niggas that will shoot it up with me |
| I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers |
| It’s the S-P-I-C-E with ya nigga E-40 (Erick Sermon) |
| Roll in to the curb and die |
| These motherfuckers don’t understand this shit boy |
| This shit is so damn real man |
| Ay, nineteen ninety-tre-four-five |
| Ay, I got one of them |
| Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers |
| Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers |
| Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers |
| Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers |
| Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers |
| Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers |
| Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers |