E-40 - The Slap Lyrics:
I`m every scene but gossip, my weeblization be thug
My music be all in the club an` my fo` 15`s be sub
An` my drums an` my brake pads on my car be rubber
My oldest an` my youngest son always nuggin`

Bumpin` me an` my Catholic savage, badness
Dumpin` on phony ass, fake ass plastic fa**ots
Grindin`, dippin` an` divin` on fine, pressure
Rhymin`, in the `Lab like Dexter`

Packin` Winchester an` a trey Sylvester
Catch a, bitcha, out there, oughta wet`cha
Kinda sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure, grams
Digital scale, green eggs an` hams

Yams, candy yams, spam, damn
Loaded my cheese, peanut butter an` jam
Sam`mich, mannish, me an` my Hispanics
Vanish, talkin` in codes like we from different planets

Ay, what y`all players grindin` to?
What y`all bumpin`, man? The slap
What they lackin` in the trackin`?
What all my black ni**as listenin` to? The slap

What about my [Incomprehensible]players an` West coast cats?
What they listenin` to? The slap
An` I know my down South, Midwest an` East coast folks
Is f**kin` with the slap

I`ve got white girl for sale
An` I don`t mean Caucasian, I`m talkin` about Yale
2 way goin` off, like a high school babe
A hundred bucks it cost me for my faulty chip sale

Around the corner from Starbucks coffee, talkin` to my gal
My frontin` lil` broad up out of Tacoma, askin` for some mail
Like I`m some type of trick, really musty mouth bitch
Get smacked silly, get smacked silly

Musty mouth bitch, get smacked silly
Puffin` on a Phizznilly blunt, I`m really real
Herbal kill deal, chill pill, scrill deal
Feel `til Phil, heal skill

Grindin`, grittin` an` grindin`, lurkin`, seekin`
An` searchin`, skirtin`, tellin` that Durban work it
Caitlin Candy`s drinkin` an` gurpin`
E an`J brand burpin`, [Incomprehensible]

Chickens an` birdies pickin` a chef to serve it
Servin`, to die for, top bleedin` the block for Ravi
Milkin` the block for `fetti
Like a pregnant bitch`s titties

Ay, what y`all players grindin` to?
What y`all bumpin`, man? The slap
What they lackin` in the trackin`?
What all my black ni**as listenin` to? The slap

What about my [Incomprehensible] players an` West coast cats?
What they listenin` to? The slap
An` I know my down South, Midwest an` East coast folks
Is f**kin` with the slap

Talk my way out of anythin`, got my hands off in everythin`
If my money ever got funny
I`d pawn my Walter Potter engagement ring
If I was to pass away tomorrow
With a self-inflicted wound to the melon
Just remember, y`all, I had the mouthpiece of car salesman

Whomp, beat of a gorilla, peel a cap back to the tender fat
Put out a contract, bring you back your hats
Hypothetically speakin`, not any time soon
Fly fittest, finest player leakin`
Daniel Boone, boom, boom, boom

Creepin`, fly right through your living room
While you`re sleepin`, peakin`, tweakin`, geekin`, screamin`
Chicken is sneakin` but we was supposed to done had a meetin`
Renegin` fakin` in whom I trust
Standin` outside of the club schemin`, scammin`

Plottin` an` plannin` yammin`, “Yes, Sir” an`, “Yes, Maam”`in
Double agent, playin` a `50s loose cannon, new shoe
You ain`t even cool, fool, dude, you a trick
Take it from the Water Man, straight big stick

Ay, what y`all players grindin` to?
What y`all bumpin`, man? The slap
What they lackin` in the trackin`?
What all my black ni**as listenin` to? The slap

What about my [Incomprehensible] players an` West coast cats?
What they listenin` to? The slap
An` I know my down South, Midwest an` East coast folks
Is f**kin` with the slap

The beat keeps knockin` down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin` down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin` down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin` down my rear view mirror

The beat keeps knockin` down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin` down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin` down my rear view mirror
The slap

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