One More Gen Lyrics - E-40

I'm tryin to hear some of that MOBB 

Make it sound like a gorilla tryin to get up out the trunk 

(Yeah, well let's get this shit crackin then) 

Super duper super duper, trunk rattlin 

(That's what I'm talkin 'bout) 

Old school, in the basement 

(Some shit for the fuckin trunk nigga) 

Magazine Street, Hillside type 

(This is what we do, all day like this nigga!) 

Mobb shit now! 

(Get this shit crackin den nigga!) 

It's a drought on 

(Fuck now!) 

BEOTCH! 

What you holla? What you say? What dey know? 

What dey know about this, so what dey know? 

What dey know about this, so what dey know? 

BEOTCH! Now... 

Strictly mobb, strictly mobb 

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I might be rich and I rap, but sheeeyit 

A hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollars 

Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite on that 

I stay on stuff, fuck a cup, I likes to drink out the bottle 

Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck? secure my novel 

When, I was fifteen years old 

Straight dope game, I was told 

I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin they body 

Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature cause I'm Naughty Naughty 

La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull triggers 

We do cause trouble cause we dump on niggaz 

Yeah, I'm Just a Hustler, remember that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989 

Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller 

My little sista Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated mission 

Tryin to have it In a Major Way after I was on the late night grind 

Strapped with nines and Desert Eagles, me and my weeples 

come deeper than them skinny bitches, crept on us not too long ago 

Sold our Lexuses and went back to the Cutlass Supreme 

Buster demand they Zima's and forked toes 

Starwise, with the helicopter knockoffs 

My down South thugs call em elbows, turnin heads 

with the personalized license plates with the tremendous bump 

Fuckin they nose, fakin them domes 

Breakin and shakin the neighborhood up, disturbin homes 

Ridin on rims *tires peeling out* 

Reyimmms, slidin through stopsigns, just like them action films 

Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines 

Giving myself up to the Elroy's 

Doing time on the weekends, all up in the county writin rhymes 

It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to 

Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to 

Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to 

Some shit, some shit I can relate to 

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Chorus: 

It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to 

Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to 

Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to 

Some shit, some shit I can relate to 

It's just some shit that you can listen to, one mo' gen 

Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin 

Some shit to make a nigga Practice Lookin Hard 

Some shit for all my folkers on the Boulevard 

It's traditional, heavy ass shit for the mobb 

I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind 

Forty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me you gonna resign 

It's too early for this, dude you in your prime! 

I said -- no not me, I won't stop 

I'ma do it for my nigga Tupac 

Sober see, that can't be 

I been pervin all day since six o'clock 

I pull a bootch like a bad tooth 

with the cheapest EconoLodge a nigga like me can find 

Drop her ass off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone booth 

stranded freezin to death... empty handed can it 

Stubborn hella hard to reason with 

It's game orienfested, let me explain it 

I know they say that I been, givin up too much game 

But I'ma teach ya how to blossom with my new invention 

You might wanna pay attention 

I used to sell Kirby vacumn cleaners but I wasn't a punk 

I worked at Mickey D's (what did you make) Employee of the Month 

Livin above my means -- motherfucker that's a bald-faced lie 

Po-po's raid, I got an alibi 

Shot my first video for $20 bucks, motherfucker 

Some cheap shit, Marriot's Great America 

Mean Green hooked me up down South 

Made a name for myself by word of mouth 

Chorus 

Hah... oh what dey know? 

Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know? 

Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know? 

BEOTCH! 

Hella. 

The board of weebleizations up in this motherfucker 

The board of weebleizations 

Head Above Water productions 

Collaborated with my motherfuckin nigga, Sam Bosstigili 

Professor Bosstigili up on this bitch ass motherfuckin track 

Fuckin they nose up like this 

Where that nigga Sojourn at, whattup boy? 

Chorus 

BEOTCH! With this here, we mobbin out 

We mobbin out, Suga T (ay whassup gurl?) 

D-Shot (D-Shot?) 

B-Legit up in this motherfucker (Yo E-Feezee main!) 

Young Muggzy, Keveo (YOU, KNOW!) 

Tap that ass Celly Cel (Whassup, whassup nigga!) 

My nigga Big Bone Tyrone (Big Buddha!) 

D-Day from A-1 

They doin it like that down they bitch ass 

The Resevoir HOGGS up in this motherfucker! 

(All day smashin) 

There go Max and that nigga Parlay 

LeVitti the R&B singer on they bitch ass 

gonna fuck they nose with that mobb shit 

Fuckin they head like that 

My little young cousin Mac Mall up in this bitch 

from the V-Town nigga I thought you thought all the time 

up in they, bitch ass tall can B (Sic-Wid-It nigga!) 

Cousin C-Bo 

That nigga Otis and Shug singin 

"I hope I don't go back to slangin llello" on they bitch ass 

Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac Shon 

That nigga K-1, Gino 

Smitty, The Funk Mobb up in this bitch ass motherfucker 

Fuckin they heads up like this 

V-Town nigga Millersville I thought you thought 

(Uh-huh) 

Yeah my cousins nigga Down-n-Dirty 

Kamikaze and the Mobb Unit bitch 

I thought THEY THOUGHT! 

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BEOTCH!