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Lift It (Explicit) - E-40
Lyrics by：Earl T. Stevens
Composed by：Earl T. Stevens
Produced by：Rick Rock
If it's the **** we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic hip-hop gains a classic
If it's the **** we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic hip-hop gains a classic
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If it's the **** we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic hip-hop gains a classic
If it's the **** we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic hip-hop gains a classic
If it's the **** we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic hip-hop gains a classic
If it's the **** we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic hip-hop gains a classic
If it was lifted off the plastic
The babes'll probably go spastic
My yetti stretch like elastic
The game that I give is accurate
Lingo need to be patented
Pasteurized put in cap in this
Sucka **** I ain't havin' it
I ain't lyin' I'm passionate
Memory like a spelling bee
Gettin' yetti my specialty
Movin' steady not recklessly
Different breed different pedigree
Spinnin' the Pyrex like dryers
My folks active and they got priors
Hardheaded mainey no manners
Stay with the toolies and hammers
They'll ram and go head up with them
Their horns and their antlers
Get down where they mad at
Don't give a **** about cameras
I tell 'em slow down and I tell
'Em to pump they brakes
Then they say Unc'
We don't care about dyin' or catchin' a case
I'm sippin' on Mexican Mule for the fuel
Every hour is happy hour
Alcohol all we'll devour
Then like a meteor shower
Twisted like a funnel cloud smokin'
Loud in the crowd puffin' on some okra
Tacked out and I'm hella stuck
Like a poster *****
If it's the ****
We'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic
Hip-hop gains a classic
If it's the ****
We'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic
Hip-hop gains a classic
I can spot a hater through the thickest fog
Sniff a sucka out like a hound dog
A vision without a plan is just a hallucination
Rome wasn't built in a day have patience
There's stages to these wages
It's chapters to these here pages
Crack them gates for my loved
Ones that's incarcerated in cages
It's a shortage on the real and
An overage on the fake
That start off solid as a rock
And then morph back into a snake
Fixtures do what they want
Suckas do what they can
I can live through muddy water
And see dry land
I could bake a peach cobbler
And sell that **** to Betty Crocker
I've been a yaper plotter since
I was a little toddler
Give a nigga a beer
He'll drink the whole case
Give a nigga a bite
He'll eat the whole plate
Give a nigga a inch
He'll take the whole rope
Front a nigga some d**e
He'll snort up all your coke *****
If it's the **** we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic hip-hop gains a classic
If it's the **** we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic hip-hop gains a classic
If it's the **** we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic hip-hop gains a classic
If it's the **** we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic hip-hop gains a classic
