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Текст (слова) песни: E-40 - Mail Man

Hey, what`s up my nigga
Check this out you been listenin` for awhile
Why don`t you tell these niggas
What they really thinkin` about
When be wrappin` this mail

[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I`ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her feelings who gives a fuck
I`m out for myself, bout to make me a smooth cover
I keep it on the under in a closet on the hush hush
On my way to victories downtown surplus
To get a blend aqua windbreaker
To match blue latchin` vendeta
Scadalism, that`s what I`m majorin` in
Yeah, murderism I`m doin` niggas in
So give up the ghost my nigga
Remember me, I used to be your main nigga
But fuck ya, I`m jealous and I hate ya fuckin` guts
I got it in me cause ya clockin` do-do bucks
Break yourself, makin` quarters, ladies rings, chains
I`ll take that cartridge out and set it on the range
Prepare for the jack if ya sellin` coke
As long as I got me a strap nigga, I`m never broke

As long as I got me a strap, I`m never broke

[Verse 2]
Got the nigga car at the mall on bricks
Beat strip, beat tip fucked him like a bitch
I`m that nigga to hate playas
A playa hater starvin` like Somalia
You got some yo-yo
Cause I`m right back chokin` again
Chokin` mo` now before I did when I went in
Tomorrow I got to go take a piss test for real
I`m tryin` to clean out my system with stay clean and golden seals
But I`m gon` be late, I`m on vacation
Because it`s too early for me to go back on a violation
Fuck my P.O. I need some M-O
N-E-Y so I can get high and kick in this nigga`s door
It`s four in the morning I`m on a mission peep
The best time to catch a nigga in his sleep
Wake ya ass motherfucker I know ya rich
Tell me where the fuck is yours, I`ma bust ya bitch
Do dick in ya greasel I tie him up
And made him watch me poke her, I`m never broke

Do dick in ya greasel I tie him up
Then I made him watch me poke her, I`m never broke
I`m never broke

[Verse 3]
Baby crevice was tight like a pair of vice grips
I looked at pop and said "You must got a lil` dick"
Havin` shame he was cryin` like a toddler
Nigga couldn`t stand here baby scream and holler
I said "You got one mo` time nigga where is the minl"
He said "It`s in the den right corner, top vent"
Folks remember that I`m scandalous and anti-fuckless
I carry diseases such as herpes and nut pluckers
Nutted in the bitch, kissed her on her lips
Made her get up and suck a little dick
The bitch had her some play though
Ya know she deep throat my big ol`
I dropped my strap like a sucker would
She said "How does it feel" I said "Good"
She said "You know this ain`t the way to mix business with pleasure"
I said "I know this ain`t the weather to make miserable pleasure"
You know this ain`t the weather to mix business and pleasure
Shit, she tried to bite off my pecker
Helped rex loose, I hangin` juice
And after juice you beggin` for this shit
Like you gon` knock it out better
Picked up my tech up off the ground
Pistol whipped, tied up sittin` down
I need a black screwdriver but a butter knife will do
To the vent I went to collect all my due
Struck out the side of boss game steward
Hopped in my hoo-ride made a left on Newark
Through the dark alleys black this black that
As long as I got me a strap look I`m never broke, yeah

I`m never broke

[Talking]
Oh I see
So what you`re saying is a girl
Is something like an investment
Keep your revenues up to par
And all you need is a strap

Precisely that`s how motherfuckers make them fat lick-backs
See I`m way respected in the rap industry
Cause I skip, spit that real-life type shit

 

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