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Текст (слова) песни: E-40 - The Mail Man

Kick this shit about the mail man

[ VERSE 1 ]
Time for the payback, backpay
Can`t let homie live to see his birthday
A.K., Forty`s lettin hot ones to the kidney
Bootsee muthafucka didn`t know what hit him
What way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy
Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavy
Domain, shouldn`t a fuck up all my fuckin fetti
That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city
Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivle
Little old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash like a garbage can
Caught up in some shit with the mailman

(Boom-boom!) now they gloom
My strap went boom 3x

Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the room

[ VERSE 2 ]
They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do)
They say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn`t believe
They say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthafucka
(Hm-hm) Well, check this part out, brother
(Okay) The nigga that the mail man shot
Little homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock
(That`s right) Right off that hop, premiditated plot
I`ll park around the corner and do a walk-by
Reconciliation, retaliation on my mind
Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin swine
Trapped in the game since 1979
My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink wine
I`m young, full of cum, nothin to lose
Paid my dues, I`m settin the rules
I got some clues, and I refuse
To let the sucker that killed my homie get away smooth
(Boom-boom!) now they gloom
My strap went boom 3x

When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed

[ VERSE 3 ]
Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin, plottin
Schemin, actin like a demon
My pores is stinkin, and I`m all sweaty
Hallucinatin, smellin like burnt spaghetti
Oh no, the mail man gotta go
He killed my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo`
To go, so I figured that he`s after me
Till the word on the streets is that I`m after him
True, now I`m waitin for departure
Cause I`m never late on arrival
Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o
And I can`t forget the glock, cause it`s the most reliable
Shit, fuck it, I`ma just take the glock deep
I scoped out his spot, I know where he sleeps
Hot-wired the Thunderbird
I`m headed for the suburbs
Mobbin, doin about a buck fifty
Took the third exit to another part of the city
Now I`m his presence, about to let him have it
Caught him walkin to his car, and now he`s in a casket

(Boom-boom!) now they gloom
My strap went boom 3x

When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed
(Boom-boom!) now they gloom
My strap went boom 3x

Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

Hm-hm
Mail man needs money, man
F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafucka
Hm-hm, the mail man
Ass-out jungle
Gotta watch your back and play it well
Stay away from fawlty muthafuckas
That`s real

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
(Boom-boom!)

Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
(Boom-boom!)

Now his ass is doomed

 

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