Easy E

You cut up on this one, JT (huh) (M-I-A-G-C) This for the gangsters (huh, yeah, yeah, yeah) This for the gangsters (huh) 20 thousand out my pocket, I'm just running up my pro When I put my AP on, I doubled up my hub Ain't the bowman, I'm the snowman, 'cause I'm pro So use both hands, I'm in a kitchen with the bows I'ma count the money up on the cover of my nose Walk straight out of jail fresh enough to strike a pose Now, I be supposed to smell like roses, I leave her soulless It's a pussy nigga, hell, I'm here missing Hocus Pocus She don't want the 42 no more, she want mimosas (she want mimosas) I don't leave out the crib without looking at Andrew Barbosa I don't pay attention to my opps, they the broken (they the broken) They gonna end up brain dead somewhere in a coma (dang) I don't smoke, I'm about to relax off the aroma Can't be lacking when you got a Steph hanging off your shoulder That's a 30-ball, no PPP cheese (no PPP cheese) I get rap money, blow money, free chick I made more money than my teacher ever thought I would I made a 50 on one day, I never thought I could I made another 100 in a month, all off June I made another 100 off a nigga's sauce I turned a label who gave me 20 for a tape I ain't even sign to 'em I tell all my hos that I love 'em, not be lying to 'em I can put your application through, can't tell you how I do 'em One who made me put my pistols up, he know how I shoot 'em I was fast in ten, he ain't only got four months, glory, hallelujah Put some water on your head, have my boy knock off your medulla Staring in my mirror, looking at my favorite shooter Rip Coke, y'all might pop a bean for my favorite hoop I was thinking with that dick, I had my girl seduced Put a nigga mama out of her house and kill her when they move I love the city hos, but I don't trust them, they be choosing I don't like to talk to out-of-town niggas, they be boozing I look like Eazy-E, and it's 6-4, I'm just cruisin' I might sign the boys in the hood if they ruthless I love me a hood rat bitch, I need a hoochie I need a bitch that let her suck dick and give me coochie I be ridin' with my five, smoke a nigga like a Lucy Go home, have my bitch wipe me down, Lil Boosie (Huh) I'm a gangster (huh) this for the gangsters (uh) Fuck the other side (fuck the other side) Cut a nigga off in traffic, take his ass for a ride If I get mad, throw my skates on, then I slide (oh) I see my opps out in traffic, then them niggas die Mm, get 'em fried, get 'em got Get 'em shot, get 'em gold, send them home Hit his dome with the chrome Fuck his bitch, 'til she moans (Huh) this for the gangsters (for the gangsters) (Huh) this for the gangsters (for the gangsters) (Huh) this for the gangsters (for the gangsters) (Huh) this for the gangsters (huh, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)