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PERFORMING ARTISTS
E-40
E-40
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl Stevens
Earl Stevens
Songwriter
Tony Storey Jr.
Tony Storey Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deegan Mack Adams
Deegan Mack Adams
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Recording Engineer
Michael Denton
Michael Denton
Mixing Engineer
Migui Maloles
Migui Maloles
Recording Engineer
Paul Turpin
Paul Turpin
Recording Engineer
Tonebonebeats
Tonebonebeats
Producer

Lyrics

Turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my, turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my, turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my music up, turn my music up
My shit bang, my shit bang
My shit bang, my-my shit bang
****, my shit bang, my shit bang
My-my shit bang, my-my shit
Bang, bang, bang
My shit bang, ****, my shit bang
My shit bang, ****, my shit bang
Bang, bang, bang, ****
Bang, bang, bang, bang
My shit bang, my shit throb
I'm a motherfucking beast, I'm a motherfucking hog
Pull up with the slump
Or should I say black truck
Sounding like I got a alligator in the back
Paint wetter than melted ice
Ralley and hockey stripes
Burning rubber at every light
Mean mugging like 'fuck ya life'
I be hustling all day and night
Pushing all night and day
Twisted and whipping yay
Getting my guapalay
Chalupa, my Gouda my pay
Bet' not get in my way
From the Bay to LA to the A, this **** connected
Worldwide ****, this fixture have you beheaded
You ain't gotta like me but you gotta respect it
Woke up early in the morning and put one in the air
Got so high, thought about running for mayor
Slap myself, to make sure I was still there
Shit, showered, and shaved and then, I cut my hair
Today, I'm tryna get laid and put a pounding on the monkey
Tryna find me a bitch with an ass like a World Star hip-hop bunny
Tryna get rich in this, collect and stack my money
You can tell that I'm a D-boy by my baller tummy
Sometimes, I dress uppity
Sometimes, I dress scummy
Sometimes, I dress high class
Sometimes, I dress bummy
If it ain't about no cash, you can miss me
Most of the time you can find this hustler tipsy, bitch
Turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my, turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my, turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my music up, turn my music up
My shit bang, my shit bang
My shit bang, my-my shit bang
****, my shit bang, my shit bang
My-my shit bang, my-my shit
Bang, bang, bang
My shit bang, ****, my shit bang
My shit bang, ****, my shit bang
Bang, bang, bang, ****
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Uh, I been running around all day tryna get my decimals up
Anybody that try to stop me, I suggest that they duck
'Cause when I get the bucket, I can assure you it's nothing pleasant
My arsenal game is east but the west with all kinda of weapons
Even if you're wearing chest protection, a trauma plate won't work
'Cause I'ma aim at your helmet, I ain't gon' aim at you shirt
A lot of these bitch ass **** should be wearing a skirt
With a box of Motrin and some maxi pads in they purse
Pillow talking and biting pillows, acting like some brizzles
'Cause a whole bunch of that sucka shit, a bunch of popsicles
I should've been a Taurus 'cause I'm stubborn as a bull
I'm a different type of dude and I stick to the rules
I'm a real **** best believe it, I live it and I breathe it
I tell it like it is and I call it how I see it
My partner used to be all sharp, but now, he on fee-fee
"What do fee-fee mean?", methamphetamine
I can't believe it, man, he disappointed me
I'm devastated, mayne, he lost coo' points with me
I'm standing outside of my crib with some gym shorts and a hoody
Talking to my nig on the celly, smoking a philly
Sipping on a fifth of that oil, Cognac, Henny
Behind them walls and them bricks, he got caught with a key of candies
If he didn't go to jail, by now, he'd probably be dead
So instead he in there with his uncle, his daddy, and relatives, uh
Turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my, turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my, turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my music up, turn my music up
My shit bang, my shit bang
My shit bang, my-my shit bang
****, my shit bang, my shit bang
My-my shit bang, my-my shit
Bang, bang, bang
My shit bang, ****, my shit bang
My shit bang, ****, my shit bang
Bang, bang, bang, ****
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, ba-bang, bang, bang
Ba-bang, bang, bang
Ba-bang, bang, bang
Ba-bang, bang, bang (Turn it up)
Ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang (Turn it up)...
My shit bang
****, my shit bang, my shit bang
****, my shit bang, bang, bang, bang
****, bang, bang, bang, bang
Written by: Earl Stevens, Tone Bone
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