Song | Trump Change - Clean |
Artist | E-40 |
Album | The Element Of Surprise |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Trump change? (chump change) | |
Nah trump change patnah not chump change | |
Trump change, i'm talkin donald trump change | |
I'm talkin steve wynn, i'm talkin y'know? e-feezee | |
Chorus: e-40 | |
Trump change, 32 valve northstar with the | |
With the ? frames, ? | |
Candy coated paint, pushin weight | |
Roller skatin on them thangs! ridin federal | |
Super-flossin, full tank of petrol | |
Me and my mossie, trump change | |
Lucrative loot, long money, big bread | |
Step on my boots, next day, he was dead | |
Shit you not, all i gotta do | |
Is cough to have your mother****in head knocked off | |
"nigga you my nigga if you don't get no damn money | |
Just remember no matter how much mother****in fetti you sittin on | |
You still a damn nigga" | |
Y'all know us meth merchants, sherm stick or pies | |
Y'all know us sea serpents, makin the grass, get full supplies | |
Little man complex, and if i ain't little | |
Then i'm big, and if i'm big then i got, big man complex | |
Love sex, took three of my botches welfare checks | |
Put a down payment on a brand new invisible diamond bezel | |
Oyster perpetual rolex | |
Bullet proof vest and armored like bricks | |
Sometimes you might find me drinkin tap water | |
Up out the public park sinks | |
But most of the time it's louis the thirteenth, sixteen | |
Hundred dollars a pop, guzzle sip sip guzzle non-stop | |
Mo' candy than c it's coca leaves, flamboast and brag | |
Go on shoppin sprees, and act bad | |
Never mind how much it cost, put it in the bag! | |
Bought a brand new jag without, lookin at the price tag | |
Chorus | |
Fresh up out the box, bought a shit-load of guns | |
With my left-over cop money, pay cash all ones | |
Talk to me, i feed the dopefiends crumbs | |
It's monumental, when they let me use they rental | |
I'm a factor, livin life, with mo' cheese | |
Than the green bay packers, pay off the vice | |
Ain't never went out blackwards | |
I'm engaged to this dope game, no swivel | |
We talked about gettin out, but it's not official | |
When there's a drought we don't fret, we handle business | |
Nigga what you sweatin if you have scientizzic chemistes | |
That can make that shit and when they cook that shit | |
It's just like dinner | |
But cluckheads don't use forks and spoons | |
They use tv antennas | |
Chorus | |
Bar-none, sucked up to nathin, heavy rotation | |
If it wasn't for some of that "tired of being stepped on" shit | |
When i was locked up, i probably wouldn't have never made it | |
Splurgin, overspendin, doin just a little bit too much | |
Puttin the ? on a new 40 if i could do it all over again | |
I'd do it just like | |
I was locked up on a friday, went to court on a tuesday | |
Third strike victim, judge tried to do me | |
Lookin at my folks on tv | |
"nigga that's my nigga!" in the day room | |
"vallejo nigga (watchin' bet) vallejo nigga!" | |
Sorry about your patnah, heard he took a fall | |
Up in here, we get the news before y'all | |
Now you know we ain't supposed to be talkin on this kind of phones | |
Dude why you jaw jackin | |
Well what's the new thing? white collared crime computer hackin | |
Ticket scalpin, and dang near e'rybody that i know | |
Be tryin to charlie hustle and get they paper | |
Sellin cable box scramblers to bootleg bitches | |
Just tapes, i let my boys drive my toys | |
Radar dectectors and po-po scanners makin hella noise | |
Lookin out for the elroys | |
Chorus |
Trump change? chump change | |
Nah trump change patnah not chump change | |
Trump change, i' m talkin donald trump change | |
I' m talkin steve wynn, i' m talkin y' know? efeezee | |
Chorus: e40 | |
Trump change, 32 valve northstar with the | |
With the ? frames, ? | |
Candy coated paint, pushin weight | |
Roller skatin on them thangs! ridin federal | |
Superflossin, full tank of petrol | |
Me and my mossie, trump change | |
Lucrative loot, long money, big bread | |
Step on my boots, next day, he was dead | |
Shit you not, all i gotta do | |
Is cough to have your mother in head knocked off | |
" nigga you my nigga if you don' t get no damn money | |
Just remember no matter how much mother in fetti you sittin on | |
You still a damn nigga" | |
Y' all know us meth merchants, sherm stick or pies | |
Y' all know us sea serpents, makin the grass, get full supplies | |
Little man complex, and if i ain' t little | |
Then i' m big, and if i' m big then i got, big man complex | |
Love sex, took three of my botches welfare checks | |
Put a down payment on a brand new invisible diamond bezel | |
Oyster perpetual rolex | |
Bullet proof vest and armored like bricks | |
Sometimes you might find me drinkin tap water | |
Up out the public park sinks | |
But most of the time it' s louis the thirteenth, sixteen | |
Hundred dollars a pop, guzzle sip sip guzzle nonstop | |
Mo' candy than c it' s coca leaves, flamboast and brag | |
Go on shoppin sprees, and act bad | |
Never mind how much it cost, put it in the bag! | |
Bought a brand new jag without, lookin at the price tag | |
Chorus | |
Fresh up out the box, bought a shitload of guns | |
With my leftover cop money, pay cash all ones | |
Talk to me, i feed the dopefiends crumbs | |
It' s monumental, when they let me use they rental | |
I' m a factor, livin life, with mo' cheese | |
Than the green bay packers, pay off the vice | |
Ain' t never went out blackwards | |
I' m engaged to this dope game, no swivel | |
We talked about gettin out, but it' s not official | |
When there' s a drought we don' t fret, we handle business | |
Nigga what you sweatin if you have scientizzic chemistes | |
That can make that shit and when they cook that shit | |
It' s just like dinner | |
But cluckheads don' t use forks and spoons | |
They use tv antennas | |
Chorus | |
Barnone, sucked up to nathin, heavy rotation | |
If it wasn' t for some of that " tired of being stepped on" shit | |
When i was locked up, i probably wouldn' t have never made it | |
Splurgin, overspendin, doin just a little bit too much | |
Puttin the ? on a new 40 if i could do it all over again | |
I' d do it just like | |
I was locked up on a friday, went to court on a tuesday | |
Third strike victim, judge tried to do me | |
Lookin at my folks on tv | |
" nigga that' s my nigga!" in the day room | |
" vallejo nigga watchin' bet vallejo nigga!" | |
Sorry about your patnah, heard he took a fall | |
Up in here, we get the news before y' all | |
Now you know we ain' t supposed to be talkin on this kind of phones | |
Dude why you jaw jackin | |
Well what' s the new thing? white collared crime computer hackin | |
Ticket scalpin, and dang near e' rybody that i know | |
Be tryin to charlie hustle and get they paper | |
Sellin cable box scramblers to bootleg bitches | |
Just tapes, i let my boys drive my toys | |
Radar dectectors and popo scanners makin hella noise | |
Lookin out for the elroys | |
Chorus |
Trump change? chump change | |
Nah trump change patnah not chump change | |
Trump change, i' m talkin donald trump change | |
I' m talkin steve wynn, i' m talkin y' know? efeezee | |
Chorus: e40 | |
Trump change, 32 valve northstar with the | |
With the ? frames, ? | |
Candy coated paint, pushin weight | |
Roller skatin on them thangs! ridin federal | |
Superflossin, full tank of petrol | |
Me and my mossie, trump change | |
Lucrative loot, long money, big bread | |
Step on my boots, next day, he was dead | |
Shit you not, all i gotta do | |
Is cough to have your mother in head knocked off | |
" nigga you my nigga if you don' t get no damn money | |
Just remember no matter how much mother in fetti you sittin on | |
You still a damn nigga" | |
Y' all know us meth merchants, sherm stick or pies | |
Y' all know us sea serpents, makin the grass, get full supplies | |
Little man complex, and if i ain' t little | |
Then i' m big, and if i' m big then i got, big man complex | |
Love sex, took three of my botches welfare checks | |
Put a down payment on a brand new invisible diamond bezel | |
Oyster perpetual rolex | |
Bullet proof vest and armored like bricks | |
Sometimes you might find me drinkin tap water | |
Up out the public park sinks | |
But most of the time it' s louis the thirteenth, sixteen | |
Hundred dollars a pop, guzzle sip sip guzzle nonstop | |
Mo' candy than c it' s coca leaves, flamboast and brag | |
Go on shoppin sprees, and act bad | |
Never mind how much it cost, put it in the bag! | |
Bought a brand new jag without, lookin at the price tag | |
Chorus | |
Fresh up out the box, bought a shitload of guns | |
With my leftover cop money, pay cash all ones | |
Talk to me, i feed the dopefiends crumbs | |
It' s monumental, when they let me use they rental | |
I' m a factor, livin life, with mo' cheese | |
Than the green bay packers, pay off the vice | |
Ain' t never went out blackwards | |
I' m engaged to this dope game, no swivel | |
We talked about gettin out, but it' s not official | |
When there' s a drought we don' t fret, we handle business | |
Nigga what you sweatin if you have scientizzic chemistes | |
That can make that shit and when they cook that shit | |
It' s just like dinner | |
But cluckheads don' t use forks and spoons | |
They use tv antennas | |
Chorus | |
Barnone, sucked up to nathin, heavy rotation | |
If it wasn' t for some of that " tired of being stepped on" shit | |
When i was locked up, i probably wouldn' t have never made it | |
Splurgin, overspendin, doin just a little bit too much | |
Puttin the ? on a new 40 if i could do it all over again | |
I' d do it just like | |
I was locked up on a friday, went to court on a tuesday | |
Third strike victim, judge tried to do me | |
Lookin at my folks on tv | |
" nigga that' s my nigga!" in the day room | |
" vallejo nigga watchin' bet vallejo nigga!" | |
Sorry about your patnah, heard he took a fall | |
Up in here, we get the news before y' all | |
Now you know we ain' t supposed to be talkin on this kind of phones | |
Dude why you jaw jackin | |
Well what' s the new thing? white collared crime computer hackin | |
Ticket scalpin, and dang near e' rybody that i know | |
Be tryin to charlie hustle and get they paper | |
Sellin cable box scramblers to bootleg bitches | |
Just tapes, i let my boys drive my toys | |
Radar dectectors and popo scanners makin hella noise | |
Lookin out for the elroys | |
Chorus |