E-40 - Mayhem

Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout
bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout(2x)

[E-40]
Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling
Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets
Stocking caps Ski masks, loced out murder one classes
Those new Wallabe's, hocked up, Chuck Taylors

Permanent creased five-oh-one jeans
Throw away his real ooze machines, Chinese AK zooms, razorblades,
Jerry Curls, fingerwaves, and French braids
labeled him one of them look out for that motherfucker he might rob yo ass type niggas, stomach tatted up bald-headed covaltis ass nigga


[Big Bonna] Well it's your nigga Big Bonna niggaz be creepin up on ya
Goin for the jugular, niggaz trying to slug ya
Catch a nigga doing all kinds of nasty things
ohh what I feel is mayhem brings
You see us on the block we doing are thuggin, the gottie
Got the whole town wonderin who the fuck shot him
Lookin for the body, tell me what they found,
His head in Richmond the rest in the V-town

[A-1]
Thinking about the set up, trying to get my red up
bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue
So what the fuck they want to do,
seem like we got the vas of these niggas
caught cash and thought we was