Correction Paroles 10 Toes par E-40

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Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat (Amen), yeah (Amen)
Thank you for f**kin' with me
When that money call, I'm on that (I'm on that)
I was broke, I can't go back (Never, I was broke, I can't go back)
Play Runners Association

I'm up early for the paper (I'm up early for the paper)
On that roll, I gotta pick and roll in Decatur
Money dirty, I was in the swamp with the gators
Dunk the ball, I don't lay up (I don't lay up, holmes)
Shoot at opps like a two guard on the Pacers (Yeah, yeah)
You a fraud, you a faker (You a fraud, you a faker)
Game sharper than a razor (Game sharper than a razor)
On my grind like a skater (I be Tony Hawkin')

When that money call, I'm on that (I'm on that, get it)
Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat
I was broke, I can't go back (I can't go back)
I'm a play runnin' motherf**ker, how you love that? (How you love that?)
When that money call, I'm on that (I'm on that, I'm on it)
Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat (Ayy)
I was broke, I can't go back (I can't go back)
I'm a play runnin' motherf**ker, how you love that? (How you love that?)

Interviewin' like I work at Fader
My whole clique steppin' like we Theta
Shoot this rifle from the side like I'm from Jamaica
On South Beach, early April, like a spring breaker
When I mob, I really mob, it look like City of God
When I work, I work alone, this a one-man job
The same way you n***as dealin' when y'all was flexin' all that guap
While I'm countin' up this cash, I got a WAP givin' me top
I don't do splits, large percentage, I add, no division
Woke up out a coma swingin', hittin' targets, I ain't missin'
I'm a pimp, not no gangsta, up in Oakland I'm a god
I know I won't, but if I go broke, everybody gettin' robbed

Ten toes down on the gravel
b*t*h, you got your Es mixed up, this ain't Scrabble
I got some slices put up case I gotta go to war
Put some slices on the brain while I chillax in Bora Bora
I'll go anywhere 'cause Earth is my turf and I'm not a tourist
I'm a master at wordplay kinda like a thesaurus
Got flowers for sale, but I'm not a florist
I done seen more white than a chalkboard
Dollar devoted, destined and determined
Throw your hands to your woman 'cause females love to hear my sermon (Uh)
I been poppin' collars since I was six
Been havin' the fetti since caveman p*ss (Ugh)

When that money call, I'm on that (I'm on that, get it)
Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat
I was broke, I can't go back (I can't go back)
I'm a play runnin' motherf**ker, how you love that? (How you love that?)
When that money call, I'm on that (I'm on that, I'm on it)
Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat (Ayy, look)
I was broke, I can't go back (I can't go back, yee)
I'm a play runnin' motherf**ker, how you love that? (How you love that? Haha, uh)

I keep it one-hundred, you keepin' it cap
Listen, me and BLACK go back, it's way deeper than rap
It's money in my hand, I got cheeks in my lap
A good girl in real life, but a freak on the app
Ooh, but I ruin her, ain't no purity
Real comfy when I'm home, no security
Play too much, I'm childish, no maturity
I don't secure the bag, the bag securin' me
Ooh, look, you ain't scarin' me
Spend it all, no cost, that put fear in him
One-fifty for the Range, but you ain't hearin' me
Three-fifty for the 'Rari, you still ain't hearin' me
Ooh, I'm on tour for, like, a hundred days
Phil Jackson on the sideline, I'm runnin' plays
Uh, young Gerald, 22nd ways
I'm ten toes down, I ain't never fade

When that money call, I'm on that (Yee, I'm on that, get it)
Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat
I was broke, I can't go back (You know? I can't go back to that, you know? I can't go back)
I'm a play runnin' motherf**ker, how you love that? (Hahaha, how you love that?)
When that money call, I'm on that (Yee, I'm on that, I'm on it)
Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat (Ayy, ten toes)
I was broke, I can't go back (Definitely, I got you,I can't go back)
I'm a play runnin' motherf**ker, how you love that? (Ayy, ayy, yee, how you love that?)

I'm up early for the paper
On that roll, I gotta pick and roll in Decatur
Money dirty, I was in the swamp with the gators
Dunk the ball, I don't lay up
Shoot at opps like a two guard on the Pacers
You a fraud, you a faker
Game sharper than a razor
On my grind like a skater (I be Tony Hawkin')

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