"Need That" lyrics
E-40 & Hitta Slim Lyrics
Too much game in one frame, taking mafia flicks
Fixtures in the function, diamonds blinding a bitch
Everybody that's somebody in my section
The who's who of the soil, niggas flexin'
And everywhere that I go, I'm well-accepted and highly respected
Solid, not solid, my ghetto pass ain't invalid
Forgiato tennis shoes in the foreign, strikin' and soarin' in the traffic
Kayakin' and scattin', slappin' and blappin'
Pull up like I got some takeout food to go
I'ma do me no matter wherever I go
Bitch, I ain't a regular, I'm not your average Joe
Fuck around and hit the squabble up or the dougie though
Bitch, I thought you should know, gettin' dough all I know
Mess around and sell the Rocky Mountains some snow
I got oil on my tongue, I'll talk slick, master manip' a bitch
Soil psychologist can talk a rock off a cliff, bitch
Talk to me, I talk back
Let's talk money, I talk that
Breathe on me, I breathe back
What you got?
I got game for sale, they need that
Spark the asparagus, I ball with the Arabics
Get drunk with the Irish, we drink like we pirates
We major in mackin', the aprons stay stackin'
The block gon' keep crackin' when the stock market crashin'
Mashin' on the accelerator, game sharpened in the razor
You bound to see me wearin' a hoodie or maybe a bow tie or a blazer
Servin' like a pan of lemon butter sauce and capers
Figures I don't want them around me, they procrastinators
Pray for all my haters that want to see me demised
Smilin' in my face, but I see it up in they eyes
They love when you down and out, but they envy you when you rise
You better finish the job, or it ain't gon' be no more tries
Me and my guys, it ain't no bigotry
When we come around, it's big energy
Celebrate and saluté, liberty
Treat every day like a holiday, tipsy
Ho, bitch
Talk to me, I talk back
Let's talk money, I talk that
Breathe on me, I breathe back
What you got?
I got game for sale, they need that
What you got?
I got game for sale, they need that
What you got?
I got game for sale, they need that, bitch
Fixtures in the function, diamonds blinding a bitch
Everybody that's somebody in my section
The who's who of the soil, niggas flexin'
And everywhere that I go, I'm well-accepted and highly respected
Solid, not solid, my ghetto pass ain't invalid
Forgiato tennis shoes in the foreign, strikin' and soarin' in the traffic
Kayakin' and scattin', slappin' and blappin'
Pull up like I got some takeout food to go
I'ma do me no matter wherever I go
Bitch, I ain't a regular, I'm not your average Joe
Fuck around and hit the squabble up or the dougie though
Bitch, I thought you should know, gettin' dough all I know
Mess around and sell the Rocky Mountains some snow
I got oil on my tongue, I'll talk slick, master manip' a bitch
Soil psychologist can talk a rock off a cliff, bitch
Talk to me, I talk back
Let's talk money, I talk that
Breathe on me, I breathe back
What you got?
I got game for sale, they need that
Spark the asparagus, I ball with the Arabics
Get drunk with the Irish, we drink like we pirates
We major in mackin', the aprons stay stackin'
The block gon' keep crackin' when the stock market crashin'
Mashin' on the accelerator, game sharpened in the razor
You bound to see me wearin' a hoodie or maybe a bow tie or a blazer
Servin' like a pan of lemon butter sauce and capers
Figures I don't want them around me, they procrastinators
Pray for all my haters that want to see me demised
Smilin' in my face, but I see it up in they eyes
They love when you down and out, but they envy you when you rise
You better finish the job, or it ain't gon' be no more tries
Me and my guys, it ain't no bigotry
When we come around, it's big energy
Celebrate and saluté, liberty
Treat every day like a holiday, tipsy
Ho, bitch
Talk to me, I talk back
Let's talk money, I talk that
Breathe on me, I breathe back
What you got?
I got game for sale, they need that
What you got?
I got game for sale, they need that
What you got?
I got game for sale, they need that, bitch
