Mayhem - E-40

Letra de Mayhem, canción donde E-40 interpreta uno de los temas que más suenan en el albúm The Element of Surprise. Si te gusta la buena musica y te apasiona conocer letras de canciones de E-40 no te pierdas este single llamado Mayhem, no querras parar de escucharlo.

Letra Mayhem - E-40

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E-40 canta la cancion Mayhem dentro de su album The Element of Surprise, os dejamos con la letra de Mayhem para que la podais disfrutar. En el menu teneis mas letras del album The Element of Surprise y de E-40.

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Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout
bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout
bout(2x) (E-40) Me and my guys be
lurking the streets plottin upside down
smiling Bummin no matter Skully, hoods,
bandannas, bullets Stocking caps Ski
masks, loced out murder one classes
Those new Wallabe's, hocked up, Chuck
Taylors Permanent creased five-oh-one
jeans Throw away his real ooze machines,
Chinese AK zooms, razorblades, Jerry
Curls, fingerwaves, and French braids
labeled him one of them look out for
that motherfucker he might rob yo ass
type niggas, stomach tatted up
bald-headed covaltis ass nigga (Big
Bonna) Well it's your nigga Big Bonna
niggaz be creepin up on ya Goin for the
jugular, niggaz trying to slug ya Catch
a nigga doing all kinds of nasty things
ohh what I feel is mayhem brings You see
us on the block we doing are thuggin,
the gottie Got the whole town wonderin
who the fu*kshot him Lookin for the
body, tell me what they found, His head
in Richmond the rest in the V-town (A-1)
Thinking about the set up, trying to get
my red up bout my cock this tech nine
and get you wet up blue So what the
fu*kthey want to do, seem like we got
the vas of these niggas caught cash and
thought we was through So fu*kthis old
bat shit, I'll get the gat bitch and
probably blow your brains out looking to
get my cap fit, thinking they all acted
up and while I'm at yo ass I'll probably
put these fuckin slugs in yo ass Chorus:
(E-40 and Big Bonna) - repeat 2X (E)
Causing Havoc's, sparkin up chaos,
bringing the ruckus Heavy metal heaters,
mobbin under bucks (B) If you can't beat
us, then join us (E) Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles, and
M-1-sixteens (E-40) It's a cold piece of
work out this way cause the way niggas
are in the baby plan ain't too safe
Niggas will run up in yo car and try to
take your face Move up out the plan so I
trust no one take nothing for granted
(?) expanded double 0 chill hillside
hillbilly like Jed Clampett Dammit, us
niggaz is deep and new improved like
techs found out where he slept and laid
his wave cap Tycoon decisions, it's
really too bad that those piatchess
found our bills Sit up at the roundtable
and discuss jurisdictional boundaries
and territory issues (A-1) By any means
necessary, so in your chest I bury two
buck shots so who got six niggaz next to
carry off these wanna be's, niggas they
gonna see And if you motherfuckers want
some, then 'tach on to me (Big Bonna)
You see these niggas can't flip doing
things that sick (like what) Cut off
your damn dick, make you eat your own
shit But I love a little mayhem fu*kit,
we can do it Don't let me get off that
masso candy and some fluid Chorus (E-40)
Uh uh - A element of surprise, gettin my
gig on split yo house in half, with a
dreadlock wig on When you do ya hot
ones, shoot low Cause it's a reflection
programmed in the rolls til automatics
hit the floor Dump, bust, blast,
barefaces Strike, dip, mash - like a
mental patiet Run, quick, fast, and in a
hurry (biaatch) Don't worry forty vision
ain't blurry (A-1) It's like military
issues, make you wish you never got in
cause now I'm stalkin niggaz like a
bitch do Can only ride so long with that
fake shit I take shit to the limit with
no gimmick in ninety-eight bitch So
fu*kwhat you say, and fu*kwhat you play
I down it straight and can't wait to
hear what you bitch niggas gotta say If
I can't keep it real you can kill me so
feel me cause I bring things to the game
for my scuzzie (Big Bonna) We'll kick a
niggas door in, hit and lick you brags
Now you ridding in a fan, pulled tight
and gag Then they pullin up out the Glad
Bags, the hefty type (But you niggaz
ain't got no kind of idea what a chopped
up body looks like) Then them niggaz
start to pull down your Levis and bust
you in the head with ruger P 85's Call a
mortician, call mark class Somebody in
this motherfucker bout to come up
missin, best believe (chorus)2x bout,
bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout,
bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout 2x
Letra Mayhem Lyrics I
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