E-40 - Dem Boyz Lyrics
E-40 Lyrics
Dem Boyz Lyrics
[E-40:]
And all the niggas f*ck with it cause all the bitches f*ck with it
And all the bitches f*ck with it cause all the niggas f*ck with it
And all the niggas f*ck with it cause all the bitches f*ck with it
And all the bitches f*ck with it cause all the niggas f*ck with it
Beitch!
[Hook: Y.V.]
Dem boyz goin rep hold down they tuck
Can't shaime them boyz they game don't work
They don't really want that dem boys come to ya
Aim a bird over ya head them boys got gouda
[Y.V./E-40:]
Don't f*ck with dem boyz (don't f*ck with dem boyz)
Don't f*ck with dem boyz (don't f*ck with dem boyz)
Don't f*ck with dem boyz (don't f*ck with dem boyz)
Don't f*ck with dem boyz (Beitch!)
[Verse 1: E-40]
Don't f*ck with them boyz them lil niggas got ammo
Turn they head off a bed them lil niggas is animal
Come up with street money off the sceams and scandals
I'm from the real world with cricks killers and vandals
(Cricks killers and vandals?) all over the Google
Crack ya cranium open don't let the skinny jeans fool ya
Either drive or I'm a shoot him or we the dynamic duo
I'm from northern California but we call it Califoonia (uhh)
Been gassed without the propane (propane)
Dope game before the cocaine (cocaine)
I'm so natural like a afro (like a afro)
This ball player's spit tobacco
R.I.A. switching lanes with my lade (lade)
I season up season down so you can't play me (play me)
Man them boys got pies
They a point the long barrow right between ya eyes
Beitch!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: E-40]
Uhh, drop classes in and outta court (outta courts)
Too many DUI's drinking is my favorite sport [burps]
Money, clothes, cars and sex
Street so cold mane they need some Musimax
Never hustle backwards mane I always hustle forward
She say she got some money for me 40 or a 4
I from the 707 where they grew on or smoke it
If it's alcohol in it then ya know I'm a poet
Uhh, I take it back to the eighties
When I was serving ya mama the reason why ya crack babies (crack babies?)
With I don't really like to brag about
I had style just before they brought swagger out
No one on the corner like us
Dookie rolled chains and they gummy haircuts
Them boyz just talking they ain't got no bucks
We'll never be them they just wanna be us
Uhh
[Hook]
[Bridge: E-40]
And all the niggas f*ck with it cause all the bitches f*ck with it
And all the bitches f*ck with it cause all the niggas f*ck with it
And all the niggas f*ck with it cause all the bitches f*ck with it
And all the bitches f*ck with it cause all the niggas f*ck with it
Uhh, beitch!
No one on the corner like us
Dookie rolled chains and they gummy haircuts
Them boyz just talking they ain't got no bucks
We'll never be them they just wanna be us
Uhh
[Hook]
And all the niggas f*ck with it cause all the bitches f*ck with it
And all the bitches f*ck with it cause all the niggas f*ck with it
And all the niggas f*ck with it cause all the bitches f*ck with it
And all the bitches f*ck with it cause all the niggas f*ck with it
Beitch!
[Hook: Y.V.]
Dem boyz goin rep hold down they tuck
Can't shaime them boyz they game don't work
They don't really want that dem boys come to ya
Aim a bird over ya head them boys got gouda
[Y.V./E-40:]
Don't f*ck with dem boyz (don't f*ck with dem boyz)
Don't f*ck with dem boyz (don't f*ck with dem boyz)
Don't f*ck with dem boyz (don't f*ck with dem boyz)
Don't f*ck with dem boyz (Beitch!)
[Verse 1: E-40]
Don't f*ck with them boyz them lil niggas got ammo
Turn they head off a bed them lil niggas is animal
Come up with street money off the sceams and scandals
I'm from the real world with cricks killers and vandals
(Cricks killers and vandals?) all over the Google
Crack ya cranium open don't let the skinny jeans fool ya
Either drive or I'm a shoot him or we the dynamic duo
I'm from northern California but we call it Califoonia (uhh)
Been gassed without the propane (propane)
Dope game before the cocaine (cocaine)
I'm so natural like a afro (like a afro)
This ball player's spit tobacco
R.I.A. switching lanes with my lade (lade)
I season up season down so you can't play me (play me)
Man them boys got pies
They a point the long barrow right between ya eyes
Beitch!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: E-40]
Uhh, drop classes in and outta court (outta courts)
Too many DUI's drinking is my favorite sport [burps]
Money, clothes, cars and sex
Street so cold mane they need some Musimax
Never hustle backwards mane I always hustle forward
She say she got some money for me 40 or a 4
I from the 707 where they grew on or smoke it
If it's alcohol in it then ya know I'm a poet
Uhh, I take it back to the eighties
When I was serving ya mama the reason why ya crack babies (crack babies?)
With I don't really like to brag about
I had style just before they brought swagger out
No one on the corner like us
Dookie rolled chains and they gummy haircuts
Them boyz just talking they ain't got no bucks
We'll never be them they just wanna be us
Uhh
[Hook]
[Bridge: E-40]
And all the niggas f*ck with it cause all the bitches f*ck with it
And all the bitches f*ck with it cause all the niggas f*ck with it
And all the niggas f*ck with it cause all the bitches f*ck with it
And all the bitches f*ck with it cause all the niggas f*ck with it
Uhh, beitch!
No one on the corner like us
Dookie rolled chains and they gummy haircuts
Them boyz just talking they ain't got no bucks
We'll never be them they just wanna be us
Uhh
[Hook]
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