The Mail Man Lyrics - The Mail Man - E-40

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 

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[ 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 

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(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