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E-40
'Til The Dawn Lyrics
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'Til The Dawn Lyrics by E-40
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(talking) Testing testing, Bosko where they at Tonight swinger what we getting into [Chorus: Bosko - 2x] If you wanna dance we can do it tonight If you wanna smoke c'mon it's alright If you wanna drink c'mon we popping Don Perion Doing the damn thang till the dawn [E-40: bridge] Love me tender, love me sweet, I'm a thug, pack my heat All I do is spit these ki's, L-I-P's, overseas Get your feddy, stack your bread Make them duck heads give you head If it's money, bout them dollas Jack your stacks and pop your collars [Verse 1: E-40] Ooooh, fa shiggedel So slick, so sly, so slal Ghost pick, those thighs, those gals Came prepared, to my last show Fire it up, wire it up off of the a sal Hide in the birds trying to throw it at me now Let me breathe on you for a minute as I snatch up This fine ass little brusslesprout and I have to apprehend her [Chorus] [Verse 2: Suga Free] Now guess what, what, chicken butt Bitch goody goody, wait a minute It wouldn't be cracking if my cousin 4-Tre wasn't in it, goody goody Now if you wanna dance, smoke, drink We got the party cracking like all for you baby Goody goody, god, make a pimp wanna jump back Goody goody, don't stop, the beat rock Cause we hot, the heat rock, and don't stop Believing, just get your money where you're breathing This is for the thugs set butts in they laps, goody goody And this is for E-40 and The Click in the land goody goody [Chorus] [Verse 3: E-40] I prosaic, chemically imbalanced Black folks, lactose and talerance Red cup, strictly riding gut Hard licking tricking, bitch playa banked up Love the baby with the big butt Walking up, to my F5-50 truck What's your name, Sandra Like that, where you from, Atlanta [E-40: Bridge] [Chorus - 2x]
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