Money Scheme lyrics

Artist  : E 
Song : Money Scheme



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														   Jayo]	W-wh-wha, what, wha-what
what? 

 [E-40]	BEOTCH! 

 	Mobster, turn that shit up! 

 [Jayo]	Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh UH 

 [E-40]	Sinister shit 

 [Jayo]	Uh-huh uh-huh WHAT? 

 [E-40]	Jayo, Jayo smell me on this one 

  

 [E-40] 

 Jayo (Jayo) 

 I hope I don't ever have to go back to slangin


 llello (llello) but if I do that's what I do
(that's what I do) 

 *repeat 2X* 

  

 Verse One: E-40 

  

 Grindin out of my Aunties, backyard that's the
chronic 

 I been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake
than Betty Crocker 

 Get on the horn and hit me on my locker, cause
I'm fake ID havin 

 strikin and drivin on a suspended expired
license comes in buy it 

 from the nigga with the best quality and the
lowest prices 

 Spendin that capital that the big homey advanced
me 

 in front of me with the next nigga 

 I love money plus I'm labelled rough rider 

 Known for bringin bitch ass niggaz out of hidin


 Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back


 to sellin sherm sticks, but if I do that's what
I do 

 Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back


 to sellin loop loop, but if I do that's what I
do 

  

 Verse Two: Jayo Felony 

  

 I stabs a nigga, and Kool-Aid came out 

 cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it
with my Thunderchicken 

 Barely livin, and smokin headache with a
deuce-deuce 

 Now I gotta put my snub nosed back to use 

 I'm dangerous it gets crucial, cause I loves
conflict 

 Fuck a headache I'm jackin niggaz for pounds of
bomb shit 

 And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz
from the greenery 

 You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? 
Bitch! 

 When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site
I'm takin flight 

 It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin the roof
off this bitch tonight 

 As you fall like God, for tryin to swipe my pie


 nigga DIE while your bitch give up the Beaumont


  

 Chorus: 

  

 [Jayo]	All my niggaz havin fancy dreams! (FANCY
DREAMS!) 

 	Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (A
money scheme!) 

 	*repeat 2X* 

 [Jayo]	All my bitches havin fancy dreams! (FANCY
DREAMS!) 

 	Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (A
money scheme!) 

 	*repeat 2X* 

  

 Verse Three: E-40 

  

 KRRRRACK the freight, nigga FUCK the hype 

 BEOTCH!  You gotta pay me just to BREATHE on the
mic 

 High, higher than a dust cloud 

 Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin
loud! 

 Systemized, a triple striker, when I was born


 my mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah cause
I'ma ride 

 Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine
Street 

 Narcotic ? bomb preparer heroin provider 

 I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin niggaz
like the 

 like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas 

 I like to, like to, finger fuck bitches up in
clubs 

 Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts! 

 Stuck!  Gordon's Gin and Donald Duck 

 NUT!  All on her spine and on her butt 

 FUCK!  Major clientele (major clientele) 

 Then I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo 

  

 Verse Four: Jayo Felony 

  

 ? up the glass is shatterin, bitch it ain't
matterin 

 They scatterin, see me and forty start
splatterin 

 The cowards are heartless, so you burn like
flames 

 Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like
dice games 

 Fuck a bitch, why?  Cause skeezers don't please
us 

 So I just go around sippin fine wine like Jesus


 And everytime I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote


 Drinkin Moesha Brandy, head spinnin like hundred
spokes 

  

 Chorus 

  

 Verse Five: Jayo Felony 

  

 Still drinkin Krypton 

 brothers is Snapple then I snap like a snapping
turtle 

 Nigga, shittin on the world keeps my land
fertile 

 I grow my own shit, Fruits, vegetables and
tobacco 

 It's third down and forty nigga 

 You know you gon' get tackled 

 Get your land while you can home-man 

 Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran
Duran 

 Killa nigga put honey on em, and feed em to my
hogs 

 See I leave no evidence for the police dogs 

 Now off the low stroll we go so let's flow 

 Lil' bitch, we be sippin cause the people said
so 

 You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly
rabbits 

 get these chips even if it means lettin these
motherfuckers have it! 

  

 Verse Six: E-40 

  

 Nigga got out of line, I had to ice him 

 Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap


 Motherfucker got out of place, I had to chop him


 Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my
strap, check it out 

 Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood
special 

 designed strictly for staplin and toe taggin 

 Po-Po wrote me up a citation cause I was saggin
and draggin 

 my b-ah-bitch, by her w-uh-weave 

 I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed!  Last
doo-doo bootch 

 who tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my
attitude wasn't carin 

 Backslapped that hoe in front of her parents 

 More ki's than a janitor 

 It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher


 Smokin on a roach, loitering in a McDonald's
parkin lot 

 throwin up gang signs 

 to ? as if he was some kind of first base coach


 I luh I like my egg poached, hard over easy!!!


 In the drive through, hollerin at her breezy!!!


  

 Chorus 

  

 *talking to end