Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Got Rich Twice , by - E-40. Release date: 23.11.2008
Song language: English
Got Rich Twice |
| Hustling till I die, drink the bar dry |
| There go that man again, right back in the public eye |
| Drunk like Mel Gibson, get high, got a ton of DUI’s |
| Cognac sipping, XO, me and my guys |
| Born in colossal, living our lives |
| Trying to get this bobble head bobbin' so she can follow me to my ride |
| So I can make a dentist to convince her to open wide |
| Kick her out when I’m finished, take my baller ass back inside |
| Drug terminology, corner talk that’s all I know |
| California mentality, ask about me pimp I go |
| You can check my track record, I don’t like to feud |
| But if I must I’ll have your head severed |
| Blacks live in traps, zones and projects |
| Corner boy greeting crack in the apartment complex |
| World wide outside of the Bay they give me my stacks |
| Do business with head execs and corporate execs |
| He ain’t going nowhere, the boy too nice |
| He done it again and got rich twice |
| Keep a thump on top |
| We ain’t broke, we papered up |
| He ain’t going nowhere, the boy too nice |
| He done it again and got rich twice |
| Keep a thump on top |
| We ain’t broke, we papered up |
| Cut him off like an umbilical cord, turn off his lights |
| We need to silence that brother, his voice too strong on the mike |
| I make it look easy but it’s not, I’m just doing Feazy |
| Why should I stop now, pimp, The Game need me? |
| Be a real one, pimp, go get it and do what he used to |
| Trying to get this music scrapping, move it, push it and groove it |
| Louis luggage, rugging and rushing my intellect |
| Got suckas hollering and screaming my hood set |
| Designer socks on my Chevy box shaking the car |
| You need my alpha minute, too heavy I can’t stop |
| Gaming plot, all my dudes on the grave clock |
| Hope I die and rock on my funeral on my block |
| The streets they don’t play fair |
| The mayor, he really don’t care |
| Momma worked 3 jobs, trying to keep a roof on hour heads |
| Bologna sandwiches, pulled the mold off the bread |
| He ain’t going nowhere, the boy too nice |
| He done it again and got rich twice |
| Keep a thump on top |
| We ain’t broke, we papered up |
| He ain’t going nowhere, the boy too nice |
| He done it again and got rich twice |
| Keep a thump on top |
| We ain’t broke, we papered up |
| Gotta a lil' thump, we got what you need |
| If you want it, got to copy it from me |
| We are sure you too could see that it’s real |
| Everywhere we go we burn down the hills |
| Automatics and semi’s, high performance and hemi’s |
| In the thick of the soil, we think Buick’s is Bentley’s |
| Coffee pots boil, burn, fly, simmer and stew |
| I’m off of this oil y’all, I hope you is too |
| Out of the Beverly camp you need a crew |
| Showing our underwear, exactly that’s what we do |
| Turf dropping and stacking and money making |
| Surfing, earthquake slapping and trunk rattling |
| He ain’t going nowhere, the boy too nice |
| He done it again and got rich twice |
| Keep a thump on top |
| We ain’t broke, we papered up |
| He ain’t going nowhere, the boy too nice |
| He done it again and got rich twice |
| Keep a thump on top |
| We ain’t broke, we papered up |
| Gotta a lil' thump, we got what you need |
| If you want it, got to cop it from me |
| We are sure you too can see that it’s real |
| Everywhere we go we burn down the hills |
| Got rich twice, damn, got rich twice, damn |
| Got rich twice, damn, got rich twice, damn |
| Nigga, I’d done it again, damn |
| Nigga, I’d done it again, damn |
| Nigga, I’d done it again, damn |
| Nigga, I’d done it again, damn |