Yankin Lyrics
E-40
- [Verse 1: E-40]
- Uh!
- Let me go and knock my verse 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
- [Chorus: E-40]
- 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' yankin'
- This thang yankin'
- [Verse 2: Hot]
- 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
- [Chorus: E-40]
- [Verse 3: Laroo T.H.H.]
- 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
- [Chorus: E-40]
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