| Song | Punkin' Em Out |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Album | Revenue Retrievin': Overtime Shift |
| 作词 : E-40 | |
| 作曲 : Unknown | |
| [Intro: E-40 & Laroo] | |
| Bruh, look who just got in? | |
| What's that? | |
| They say they got on them boys' domeitory | |
| They domeitory? | |
| Yeah, they domeitory | |
| What you mean domeitory? | |
| They helmet, man | |
| UH | |
| [Chorus: E-40] | |
| We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out | |
| We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out, UH | |
| We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out | |
| We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| Bruh, we punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out | |
| UH, BIATCH, BIATCH! | |
| [Verse 1: E-40] | |
| ****in' 'em up like this, mayne, ****in' 'em up like that, mayne | |
| Push his helmet back, mayne (Back, mayne), UH | |
| Checkin' my tracks for foul play | |
| Runnin' these hoes like track, mayne | |
| Giving me all they cidnake | |
| Don't underestimate what you could probably do (Probably do) | |
| To him and his so called goons in his crew (In his crew) | |
| Ain't none of my niggas soft, mayne, it's easy to have you offed, mayne | |
| For a favor or some chump change (Chump change), UH | |
| Gotta be clever and smart, gotta be sharp like a dart | |
| Gotta have money, have heart (Have heart), UH | |
| Me and my piranhas and sharks | |
| Punkin' 'em out in the broad daylight afternoon, **** the dark | |
| BIATCH | |
| [Chorus: E-40] | |
| We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out | |
| We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out, UH | |
| We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out | |
| We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| Bruh, we punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out | |
| BIATCH, BIATCH | |
| [Verse 2: E-40] | |
| A jealous sucker'll crack your china bowl (Over what?) | |
| Over tramp bitch with vaginal ho | |
| Where I'm at, they dirty | |
| Kill you, throw you outta the car in front your mommy | |
| (What about the bodies?) | |
| Bodies litter the streets, see, they ain't even buried for weeks | |
| No insurance, bro (What did they do?) | |
| So they pass the hat around collectin' for the funeral | |
| The big homie say he ain't in it but we wonderin' | |
| He got cake, we think that he d one who's fundin' 'em | |
| He got a house in the hood and the suburbs livin' lavish | |
| And a souped up charger same color as horseradish | |
| But it ain't about all that old money you got barefaced without the mask | |
| We punkin' 'em out, lettin' them suckers have it | |
| BIATCH | |
| [Chorus: E-40] | |
| We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out | |
| We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out, UH | |
| We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out | |
| We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| Bruh, we punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out | |
| BIATCH, BIATCH | |
| [Verse 3: E-40] | |
| (What do "punkin' 'em out" mean?) Earnin' your respect | |
| Never lettin' up, keepin' your foot on them niggas' necks | |
| Cuttin' them niggas down, givin' them dudes the blues | |
| Makin' 'em say, "We give up, we quit, bruh, y'all some fools" | |
| I don't put nothin' past nobody, don't nothin' get past me | |
| Every city got killers, everybody got a hood MVP | |
| Everybody got somebody that love 'em, everybody got somebody that hate 'em | |
| Everybody got somebody that like 'em, everybody got somebody that don't | |
| See, they thought he was a punk, then he came and dumped | |
| It's a whole 'nother incident I'm talking about, another funk | |
| They emptied out the cartridge, gave him the whole clip | |
| See, his family 'bout that action, they active, they with the shit | |
| BIATCH | |
| [Chorus: E-40] | |
| We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out | |
| We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out, UH | |
| We punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out | |
| We punkin' 'em out, we punkin' 'em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| Bruh, we punkin' 'em out, punkin' 'em out | |
| BIATCH, BIATCH | |
| [Outro: E-40 & Laroo] | |
| Punkin' 'em out (Uh-huh), never lettin' up (Okay) | |
| Stayin' on 'em, man (I can feel it) | |
| Ya understand? I'm talkin' 'bout, man | |
| Comin' through with them big toys, man (Them big things, right?) | |
| Rom-pom-pom, pom-pom, pom, pom, pom-pom, pom (Yeah) | |
| E'ry day, nigga, for like a month straight (A month straight) | |
| 'Til them niggas say, "Brah, I quit, mayne, you niggas is great" | |
| BIATCH | |
| What, what, what, what, what | |
| What, what, what, what, what | |
| What, what, what, what |
| zuò cí : E40 | |
| zuò qǔ : Unknown | |
| Intro: E40 Laroo | |
| Bruh, look who just got in? | |
| What' s that? | |
| They say they got on them boys' domeitory | |
| They domeitory? | |
| Yeah, they domeitory | |
| What you mean domeitory? | |
| They helmet, man | |
| UH | |
| Chorus: E40 | |
| We punkin' ' em out, punkin' ' em out | |
| We punkin' ' em out, we punkin' ' em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| We punkin' ' em out, we punkin' ' em out, UH | |
| We punkin' ' em out, punkin' ' em out | |
| We punkin' ' em out, we punkin' ' em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| Bruh, we punkin' ' em out, punkin' ' em out | |
| UH, BIATCH, BIATCH! | |
| Verse 1: E40 | |
| in' ' em up like this, mayne, in' ' em up like that, mayne | |
| Push his helmet back, mayne Back, mayne, UH | |
| Checkin' my tracks for foul play | |
| Runnin' these hoes like track, mayne | |
| Giving me all they cidnake | |
| Don' t underestimate what you could probably do Probably do | |
| To him and his so called goons in his crew In his crew | |
| Ain' t none of my niggas soft, mayne, it' s easy to have you offed, mayne | |
| For a favor or some chump change Chump change, UH | |
| Gotta be clever and smart, gotta be sharp like a dart | |
| Gotta have money, have heart Have heart, UH | |
| Me and my piranhas and sharks | |
| Punkin' ' em out in the broad daylight afternoon, the dark | |
| BIATCH | |
| Chorus: E40 | |
| We punkin' ' em out, punkin' ' em out | |
| We punkin' ' em out, we punkin' ' em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| We punkin' ' em out, we punkin' ' em out, UH | |
| We punkin' ' em out, punkin' ' em out | |
| We punkin' ' em out, we punkin' ' em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| Bruh, we punkin' ' em out, punkin' ' em out | |
| BIATCH, BIATCH | |
| Verse 2: E40 | |
| A jealous sucker' ll crack your china bowl Over what? | |
| Over tramp bitch with vaginal ho | |
| Where I' m at, they dirty | |
| Kill you, throw you outta the car in front your mommy | |
| What about the bodies? | |
| Bodies litter the streets, see, they ain' t even buried for weeks | |
| No insurance, bro What did they do? | |
| So they pass the hat around collectin' for the funeral | |
| The big homie say he ain' t in it but we wonderin' | |
| He got cake, we think that he d one who' s fundin' ' em | |
| He got a house in the hood and the suburbs livin' lavish | |
| And a souped up charger same color as horseradish | |
| But it ain' t about all that old money you got barefaced without the mask | |
| We punkin' ' em out, lettin' them suckers have it | |
| BIATCH | |
| Chorus: E40 | |
| We punkin' ' em out, punkin' ' em out | |
| We punkin' ' em out, we punkin' ' em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| We punkin' ' em out, we punkin' ' em out, UH | |
| We punkin' ' em out, punkin' ' em out | |
| We punkin' ' em out, we punkin' ' em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| Bruh, we punkin' ' em out, punkin' ' em out | |
| BIATCH, BIATCH | |
| Verse 3: E40 | |
| What do " punkin' ' em out" mean? Earnin' your respect | |
| Never lettin' up, keepin' your foot on them niggas' necks | |
| Cuttin' them niggas down, givin' them dudes the blues | |
| Makin' ' em say, " We give up, we quit, bruh, y' all some fools" | |
| I don' t put nothin' past nobody, don' t nothin' get past me | |
| Every city got killers, everybody got a hood MVP | |
| Everybody got somebody that love ' em, everybody got somebody that hate ' em | |
| Everybody got somebody that like ' em, everybody got somebody that don' t | |
| See, they thought he was a punk, then he came and dumped | |
| It' s a whole ' nother incident I' m talking about, another funk | |
| They emptied out the cartridge, gave him the whole clip | |
| See, his family ' bout that action, they active, they with the shit | |
| BIATCH | |
| Chorus: E40 | |
| We punkin' ' em out, punkin' ' em out | |
| We punkin' ' em out, we punkin' ' em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| We punkin' ' em out, we punkin' ' em out, UH | |
| We punkin' ' em out, punkin' ' em out | |
| We punkin' ' em out, we punkin' ' em out | |
| Bruh, we gon' punk them niggas out, punk them niggas out | |
| Bruh, we punkin' ' em out, punkin' ' em out | |
| BIATCH, BIATCH | |
| Outro: E40 Laroo | |
| Punkin' ' em out Uhhuh, never lettin' up Okay | |
| Stayin' on ' em, man I can feel it | |
| Ya understand? I' m talkin' ' bout, man | |
| Comin' through with them big toys, man Them big things, right? | |
| Rompompom, pompom, pom, pom, pompom, pom Yeah | |
| E' ry day, nigga, for like a month straight A month straight | |
| ' Til them niggas say, " Brah, I quit, mayne, you niggas is great" | |
| BIATCH | |
| What, what, what, what, what | |
| What, what, what, what, what | |
| What, what, what, what |