Letra de Sell Everything - E-40

(Feat. [])

Boss moves man, Chess moves man

Uh huh!

We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money (x4)

Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine

Speed, crack, crystal, the fast lane

Trains, boats, beaches and airplanes

What we sell? We sell everything. (x2)

I'm just as hard headed as I want to be

Me and my entourage, my faculty

Crazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew

Sometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe

Right now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you

Bankroll overweight from selling weight, wait?

Did you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight?

Did I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by

Made a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right

I'm a whole 'nother gr'animal a different make - than those

Grew up with hella holes in my clothes, your clothes?

Dig in them dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean?

So I hopped in the yola game and bought a beam, a triple-beam?

Didn't have no income, but this is the outcome

Real life, not a sitcom

Hustlers up, busters down

Partner this the re-up, not the runaround

Gorilla in it, killing it

Making my presence felt

Beating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt

Panini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt

In an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself

I got a proposition legal, not like the others

Lets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers

The banks denying modifications, foreclosures

Short sales, lets turn our money over

Invest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate

A couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate

Used to mean mug but now I smile

Everyday is a balladay

Turning heads just like a owl

Direct TV in my Escalade

I still got the keys so I'm driving it

If y'all keep buying it, I'ma keep supplying it

Deliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars

Did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars?

Yeah I did

I got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone

I got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome

Three homes, prolly why I'm never home

Three lungs, like Michael Phelps smoked a bong

There's three sides to every story: there's mine's your's and the truth

Niggas lose their lives every day over a booch

Niggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose

Trying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss

Bitch!

We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money (x4)

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