Money Scheme - Clean Lyrics
| Song | Money Scheme - Clean |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Artist | Jayo Felony |
| Album | The Element Of Surprise |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kante, Savage, Stevens | |
| (feat. Jayo Felony) | |
| [Jayo] W-wh-wha, what, wha-what what? | |
| [E-40] BEOTCH! | |
| Mobster, turn that shit up! | |
| [Jayo] Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh UH | |
| [E-40] Sinister shit | |
| [Jayo] Uh-huh uh-huh WHAT? | |
| [E-40] Jayo, Jayo smell me on this one | |
| [E-40] | |
| Jayo (Jayo) | |
| I hope I don't ever have to go back to slangin | |
| llello (llello) but if I do that's what I do (that's what I do) | |
| *repeat 2X* | |
| [Verse One: E-40] | |
| Grindin out of my Aunties, backyard that's the chronic | |
| I been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker | |
| Get on the horn and hit me on my locker, cause I'm fake ID havin | |
| strikin and drivin on a suspended expired license comes in buy it | |
| from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices | |
| Spendin that capital that the big homey advanced me | |
| in front of me with the next nigga | |
| I love money plus I'm labelled rough rider | |
| Known for bringin bitch ass niggaz out of hidin | |
| [Jayo Felony] | |
| Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back | |
| to sellin sherm sticks, but if I do that's what I do | |
| Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back | |
| to sellin loop loop, but if I do that's what I do | |
| [Verse Two: Jayo Felony] | |
| I stabs a nigga, and Kool-Aid came out | |
| cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunderchicken | |
| Barely livin, and smokin headache with a deuce-deuce | |
| Now I gotta put my snub nosed back to use | |
| I'm dangerous it gets crucial, cause I loves conflict | |
| **** a headache I'm jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit | |
| And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery | |
| You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch! | |
| When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin flight | |
| It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin the roof off this bitch tonight | |
| As you fall like Guy, for tryin to swipe my pie | |
| nigga DIE while your bitch give up the Beaumont | |
| Chorus: | |
| [Jayo] All my niggaz havin fancy dreams! (FANCY DREAMS!) | |
| Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (A money scheme!) | |
| *repeat 2X* | |
| [Jayo] All my bitches havin fancy dreams! (FANCY DREAMS!) | |
| Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (A money scheme!) | |
| *repeat 2X* | |
| [Verse Three: E-40] | |
| RRRRAP for free, nigga **** the hype | |
| BEOTCH! You gotta pay me just to BREATHE on the mic | |
| High, higher than a dust cloud | |
| Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin loud! | |
| Systemized, a triple striker, when I was born | |
| my mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah cause I'm a Rider | |
| Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine Street | |
| Narcotic ? bomb preparer heroin provider | |
| I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin niggaz like the | |
| like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas | |
| I like to, like to, finger **** bitches up in clubs | |
| Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts! | |
| Stuck! Gordon's Gin and Donald Duck | |
| NUT! All on her spine and on her butt | |
| ****! Major clientele (major clientele) | |
| Then I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo | |
| [Verse Four: Jayo Felony] | |
| ? up the glass is shatterin, bitch it ain't matterin | |
| They scatterin, see me and forty start splatterin | |
| The cowards are heartless, so you burn like flames | |
| Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games | |
| **** a bitch, why? Cause skeezers don't please us | |
| So I just go around sippin fine wine like Jesus | |
| And everytime I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote | |
| Drinkin Moesha Brandy, head spinnin like hundred spokes | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse Five: Jayo Felony] | |
| Still drinkin Krypton | |
| brothers is Snapple then I snap like a snapping turtle | |
| Nigga, shittin on the world keeps my land fertile | |
| I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and tobacco | |
| It's third down and forty nigga | |
| You know you gon' get tackled | |
| Get your land while you can old man | |
| Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran Duran | |
| Killa nigga put honey on em, and feed em to my hogs | |
| See I leave no evidence for the police dogs | |
| Now off the low stroll we go so let's flow | |
| Lil' bitch, we the shit because the people said so | |
| You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits | |
| get these chips even if it means lettin these mother****ers have it! | |
| [Verse Six: E-40] | |
| Nigga got out of line, I had to ice him | |
| Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap | |
| Mother****er got out of place, I had to chop him | |
| Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out | |
| Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood special | |
| designed strictly for staplin and toe taggin | |
| Po-Po wrote me up a citation cause I was saggin and draggin | |
| my b-ah-bitch, by her w-uh-weave | |
| I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed! Last New Year's Eve | |
| she tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my attitude wasn't carin | |
| Backslapped that hoe in front of her parents | |
| More ki's than a janitor | |
| It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher | |
| Smokin on a roach, loitering in a McDonald's parkin lot | |
| throwin up gang signs | |
| to ? as if he was some kind of first base coach | |
| I luh I like my egg poached, hard over easy!!! | |
| In the drive through, hollerin at her breezy!!! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| *talking to end* |
| zuo ci : Kante, Savage, Stevens | |
| feat. Jayo Felony | |
| Jayo Wwhwha, what, whawhat what? | |
| E40 BEOTCH! | |
| Mobster, turn that shit up! | |
| Jayo Yeah, uhhuh uhhuh UH | |
| E40 Sinister shit | |
| Jayo Uhhuh uhhuh WHAT? | |
| E40 Jayo, Jayo smell me on this one | |
| E40 | |
| Jayo Jayo | |
| I hope I don' t ever have to go back to slangin | |
| llello llello but if I do that' s what I do that' s what I do | |
| repeat 2X | |
| Verse One: E40 | |
| Grindin out of my Aunties, backyard that' s the chronic | |
| I been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker | |
| Get on the horn and hit me on my locker, cause I' m fake ID havin | |
| strikin and drivin on a suspended expired license comes in buy it | |
| from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices | |
| Spendin that capital that the big homey advanced me | |
| in front of me with the next nigga | |
| I love money plus I' m labelled rough rider | |
| Known for bringin bitch ass niggaz out of hidin | |
| Jayo Felony | |
| Charlie Hustle, I hope I won' t have to go back | |
| to sellin sherm sticks, but if I do that' s what I do | |
| Charlie Hustle, I hope I won' t have to go back | |
| to sellin loop loop, but if I do that' s what I do | |
| Verse Two: Jayo Felony | |
| I stabs a nigga, and KoolAid came out | |
| cause his heart pumps KoolAid, so I mixed it with my Thunderchicken | |
| Barely livin, and smokin headache with a deucedeuce | |
| Now I gotta put my snub nosed back to use | |
| I' m dangerous it gets crucial, cause I loves conflict | |
| a headache I' m jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit | |
| And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery | |
| You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch! | |
| When you shoot crooked it' s Cartwright, on site I' m takin flight | |
| It' s gon' rain on your head, I' m tearin the roof off this bitch tonight | |
| As you fall like Guy, for tryin to swipe my pie | |
| nigga DIE while your bitch give up the Beaumont | |
| Chorus: | |
| Jayo All my niggaz havin fancy dreams! FANCY DREAMS! | |
| Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! A money scheme! | |
| repeat 2X | |
| Jayo All my bitches havin fancy dreams! FANCY DREAMS! | |
| Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! A money scheme! | |
| repeat 2X | |
| Verse Three: E40 | |
| RRRRAP for free, nigga the hype | |
| BEOTCH! You gotta pay me just to BREATHE on the mic | |
| High, higher than a dust cloud | |
| Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin loud! | |
| Systemized, a triple striker, when I was born | |
| my mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah cause I' m a Rider | |
| Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine Street | |
| Narcotic nbsp? bomb preparer heroin provider | |
| I' m vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin niggaz like the | |
| like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas | |
| I like to, like to, finger bitches up in clubs | |
| Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts! | |
| Stuck! Gordon' s Gin and Donald Duck | |
| NUT! All on her spine and on her butt | |
| ! Major clientele major clientele | |
| Then I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo | |
| Verse Four: Jayo Felony | |
| ? up the glass is shatterin, bitch it ain' t matterin | |
| They scatterin, see me and forty start splatterin | |
| The cowards are heartless, so you burn like flames | |
| Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games | |
| a bitch, why? Cause skeezers don' t please us | |
| So I just go around sippin fine wine like Jesus | |
| And everytime I bust a spit it' s a hiphop quote | |
| Drinkin Moesha Brandy, head spinnin like hundred spokes | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Five: Jayo Felony | |
| Still drinkin Krypton | |
| brothers is Snapple then I snap like a snapping turtle | |
| Nigga, shittin on the world keeps my land fertile | |
| I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and tobacco | |
| It' s third down and forty nigga | |
| You know you gon' get tackled | |
| Get your land while you can old man | |
| Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran Duran | |
| Killa nigga put honey on em, and feed em to my hogs | |
| See I leave no evidence for the police dogs | |
| Now off the low stroll we go so let' s flow | |
| Lil' bitch, we the shit because the people said so | |
| You can' t tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits | |
| get these chips even if it means lettin these mother ers have it! | |
| Verse Six: E40 | |
| Nigga got out of line, I had to ice him | |
| Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap | |
| Mother er got out of place, I had to chop him | |
| Reached into my ddadadas and pulled out my strap, check it out | |
| Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood special | |
| designed strictly for staplin and toe taggin | |
| PoPo wrote me up a citation cause I was saggin and draggin | |
| my bahbitch, by her wuhweave | |
| I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed! Last New Year' s Eve | |
| she tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my attitude wasn' t carin | |
| Backslapped that hoe in front of her parents | |
| More ki' s than a janitor | |
| It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher | |
| Smokin on a roach, loitering in a McDonald' s parkin lot | |
| throwin up gang signs | |
| to nbsp? as if he was some kind of first base coach | |
| I luh I like my egg poached, hard over easy!!! | |
| In the drive through, hollerin at her breezy!!! | |
| Chorus | |
| talking to end |
| zuò cí : Kante, Savage, Stevens | |
| feat. Jayo Felony | |
| Jayo Wwhwha, what, whawhat what? | |
| E40 BEOTCH! | |
| Mobster, turn that shit up! | |
| Jayo Yeah, uhhuh uhhuh UH | |
| E40 Sinister shit | |
| Jayo Uhhuh uhhuh WHAT? | |
| E40 Jayo, Jayo smell me on this one | |
| E40 | |
| Jayo Jayo | |
| I hope I don' t ever have to go back to slangin | |
| llello llello but if I do that' s what I do that' s what I do | |
| repeat 2X | |
| Verse One: E40 | |
| Grindin out of my Aunties, backyard that' s the chronic | |
| I been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker | |
| Get on the horn and hit me on my locker, cause I' m fake ID havin | |
| strikin and drivin on a suspended expired license comes in buy it | |
| from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices | |
| Spendin that capital that the big homey advanced me | |
| in front of me with the next nigga | |
| I love money plus I' m labelled rough rider | |
| Known for bringin bitch ass niggaz out of hidin | |
| Jayo Felony | |
| Charlie Hustle, I hope I won' t have to go back | |
| to sellin sherm sticks, but if I do that' s what I do | |
| Charlie Hustle, I hope I won' t have to go back | |
| to sellin loop loop, but if I do that' s what I do | |
| Verse Two: Jayo Felony | |
| I stabs a nigga, and KoolAid came out | |
| cause his heart pumps KoolAid, so I mixed it with my Thunderchicken | |
| Barely livin, and smokin headache with a deucedeuce | |
| Now I gotta put my snub nosed back to use | |
| I' m dangerous it gets crucial, cause I loves conflict | |
| a headache I' m jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit | |
| And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery | |
| You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch! | |
| When you shoot crooked it' s Cartwright, on site I' m takin flight | |
| It' s gon' rain on your head, I' m tearin the roof off this bitch tonight | |
| As you fall like Guy, for tryin to swipe my pie | |
| nigga DIE while your bitch give up the Beaumont | |
| Chorus: | |
| Jayo All my niggaz havin fancy dreams! FANCY DREAMS! | |
| Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! A money scheme! | |
| repeat 2X | |
| Jayo All my bitches havin fancy dreams! FANCY DREAMS! | |
| Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! A money scheme! | |
| repeat 2X | |
| Verse Three: E40 | |
| RRRRAP for free, nigga the hype | |
| BEOTCH! You gotta pay me just to BREATHE on the mic | |
| High, higher than a dust cloud | |
| Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin loud! | |
| Systemized, a triple striker, when I was born | |
| my mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah cause I' m a Rider | |
| Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine Street | |
| Narcotic nbsp? bomb preparer heroin provider | |
| I' m vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin niggaz like the | |
| like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas | |
| I like to, like to, finger bitches up in clubs | |
| Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts! | |
| Stuck! Gordon' s Gin and Donald Duck | |
| NUT! All on her spine and on her butt | |
| ! Major clientele major clientele | |
| Then I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo | |
| Verse Four: Jayo Felony | |
| ? up the glass is shatterin, bitch it ain' t matterin | |
| They scatterin, see me and forty start splatterin | |
| The cowards are heartless, so you burn like flames | |
| Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games | |
| a bitch, why? Cause skeezers don' t please us | |
| So I just go around sippin fine wine like Jesus | |
| And everytime I bust a spit it' s a hiphop quote | |
| Drinkin Moesha Brandy, head spinnin like hundred spokes | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Five: Jayo Felony | |
| Still drinkin Krypton | |
| brothers is Snapple then I snap like a snapping turtle | |
| Nigga, shittin on the world keeps my land fertile | |
| I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and tobacco | |
| It' s third down and forty nigga | |
| You know you gon' get tackled | |
| Get your land while you can old man | |
| Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran Duran | |
| Killa nigga put honey on em, and feed em to my hogs | |
| See I leave no evidence for the police dogs | |
| Now off the low stroll we go so let' s flow | |
| Lil' bitch, we the shit because the people said so | |
| You can' t tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits | |
| get these chips even if it means lettin these mother ers have it! | |
| Verse Six: E40 | |
| Nigga got out of line, I had to ice him | |
| Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap | |
| Mother er got out of place, I had to chop him | |
| Reached into my ddadadas and pulled out my strap, check it out | |
| Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood special | |
| designed strictly for staplin and toe taggin | |
| PoPo wrote me up a citation cause I was saggin and draggin | |
| my bahbitch, by her wuhweave | |
| I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed! Last New Year' s Eve | |
| she tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my attitude wasn' t carin | |
| Backslapped that hoe in front of her parents | |
| More ki' s than a janitor | |
| It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher | |
| Smokin on a roach, loitering in a McDonald' s parkin lot | |
| throwin up gang signs | |
| to nbsp? as if he was some kind of first base coach | |
| I luh I like my egg poached, hard over easy!!! | |
| In the drive through, hollerin at her breezy!!! | |
| Chorus | |
| talking to end |
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