E-40 Yankin' Feat. Hot Of The DB'z & Laroo T.H.H. song lyrics

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Let me go and knock my down and beat this track back

This one of em party starters mane make the party crack

I'm in the vocal vuze right now with my plastic cup filled to the rim

Bout to head out to the club and try to knock some new tramp

What'chu mean new tramp? Some twenty-one of that bitch see

I don't know what they be puttin' in the water nowadays but white girls got big booties

Ain't no color line I'm color blind let me stop lying mister

We all created equal but I prefer a sister

Like baby girl right there she gotta big ole cha-donka-donk

She probably workout three times a week and eat what the fuck she want

You got your thumper on you my nig just in case we get into some funk?

Naw remember they tided me down I put it back in the trunk

Well I got mine on me homie, and if I have to I'll shoot

Well I don't think I'm a sucka they better not hip, bip or boot

Fuck all of the VIP let's order some drinks and sit at the bar

I'm a reckless street nigga everybody wanna be a superstar

Pushin' up, bring it down

Side to side, round and round

I'm high off the ground

I'm try'na take her to the telly and pound

This thang yankin'

Yankin' yankin' yankin' yankin'

Yankin' yankin' yankin' yankin'

This thang yankin'

Neck full of jewelry tell a playa haters hello

Pull up in that Porsche painted Japanese yellow

(Yellow?) Yeah pimp yellow

Fuck what the kids she can lose that other fellow

Pocket full of money and I'm a keep it all

I ain't make ya shit rain tell ya bitch to get a job

The boy with the X is not goin have it with the crew

I'm fly everyday like I run for Jet Blue

Yeah I step in the place with the pumper on my waist

The jack boys coming but my goons on the case

Let the V.I.P. in the middle of the party y'all

Neck full of chains got me looking like the Marty Grove

I'm in it with the street niggas chill with the hustlers

Got love from the hood so you bet not touch us

The dudes that I'm witting, yeah they the truce

They don't raps they troops I just bring em out to shoot

This thang yankin'

First, hard-headed gas through a HD board

Instantly transpire the bitches so therefores

I doin a fif fast to show up in long hair

Outta cable that caught in the groupie here

Got yank, the party ain't notice splice

Married to the game nigga you should throw a rice

Thick and thin, thin and thick

The direction should pick the torment how life detorse (it's fully yours)

T double H...

She want releventing real I'm the one that'cha see

Got us mango lick, Monty too exotic

They know my game persurb (what'chu do) in bomb it