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E-40 lyrics : "Sinister Mob"

(feat. Nate Dogg)
[Nate Dogg]
I don't know if you don't, but I know

Whenever the wind blows
I be chasin all of my cheese
Think I'm lyin? Silly ne-gro please

My ^!$$%z is out to get rich
Better watch out man, cause they sick
Somebody better get this dick

I'm about to get Sic'Wid dis %#@!
Although them ^!$$%z is tight as tight as me they never will be
So what some ^!$$%z is famous man some ^!$$%z is out for they G's

Some ^!$$%z is lovin hookers man some ^!$$%z send hoes to they knees
Some ^!$$%z will rescue a (*##$
some skanless ^!$$%z'll let the hoe bleed


[Chorus 2X: Nate Dogg]
If you gon' ride ^!$$% go'n ride (zzzzoom)

If you gon' hide ^!$$% go'n hide (witcho' (*##$-ass)
If you gon' shoot ^!$$% go'n shoot (doo doo doo doo doo doo)
If you gon' spook ^!$$% go'n spook


[E-40]
The cherries, sirens, got me layin, po-po penelopes make

noises, throughout the night, bring the yellow tape
They so, lost, bodies bagged up
Streets, blocked off, victims AIRlifted up

Lieutenants, bosses, block monsters, kingpins
Funkin, beefin, killin they best friends
And to prevent bloodshed we used to try to reason

But right now it's a drought, and ain't nobody eatin
So therefo' (therefo') there the problem right there
Ain't no jobs provided, so I'ma blame the mayor

Sinister mob, throughout the town
Y'all grew up on this %#@!, y'all love the sound
Y'all threw up on the %#@!, all on the tar

Got you twisted with the %#@!, dang near wreck yo' momma's car
Dirty needles, welfare checks
Poverty, despair, housin projects


[Chorus]


[E-40]
Smeb with me, and Nate Dogg
M.D. 20/20 see that them breathin alcohol

Took a 40 to the head with me
Eightball, let your anger out, throw it up against the wall
[glass breaks] I dropped a C-note, didn't miss it

A little !@$# from the other side picked it up and kisses it like
[smooch] Good luck, you deserve it and you makin it
Even though, my boyfriend n them be hatin it

I'm a top hat, them cats is mouses
I sport ice, cost mo' than ^!$$%z houses
I'm nothing close to bein fake

I tried to tell them tricks a long time ago to get in this rap game
but it's too late
I'm on my way to my (where) studio session

Switchin ears, tryin to get a better reception
Changin gears, super size
Poppin wheelies in my, brand new ride


[Chorus]


[E-40]
Glow in the dark night vision, solar ray tinted glass
Power heated side through mirrors, ?? back airbags

Off the new with the stump
My Cadillac DTS Deville 32 valve ain't no punk
Get up outta here some ol' jacklin and square

hollered adjitudes and ate the gravel
I said I ain't no mark-ass any ol' rapper
Potnah I was built for battlin

And about all that ol' jaw-jackin you doin potnah I ain't playin
You get your head put on flat, think it's a game
I got choppers done $#&@ed with jelly jaws

Screwed a few, (*##$es in my car
A temper problem, I can't hide
Issues, violence, problems deep inside

[Nate Dogg]

Although them ^!$$%z is tight as tight as me they never will be
So what some ^!$$%z is famous man some ^!$$%z is out for they G's
Some ^!$$%z is lovin hookers man some ^!$$%z send hoes to they knees
Some ^!$$%z will rescue a (*##$
some skanless ^!$$%z'll let the hoe bleed


[Chorus - 1.5X]

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