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Syleena Johnson - H.I. Double L lyrics
(E-40)
 Hey ah, which way should I steer ah
 The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror 
 Pervin like a mothafucka swervin
 Hope I don't scrub in my '95 Suburban
 To go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes
 Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin niggas tweak
 Quick fast and a hurry don't worry 40 vision blurry
 Shorty hit the freeways climbin like that nigga Joe Torre
 (Celly Cel)
 What do you know it's siggity Cel 
 That funky niggero that funky nigga doe
 Kickin in doors you beta grab ya hoe
 I see ya cruisin in the late night 
 creepin wit my nigga B-Legit and 40 water, ah shit
 (40)
 We're here-we're there-we're everywhere
 Highly intox-icated but we don't care
 (B-Legit)
 I'm from the H.I.L.L. the place where my niggas bell
 A mack muthafuckin 12 will send your ass straight to hell
 (40)
 A tick a tock, the shit da spot
 They say them crazy muthafuckas pull out a chop
 (B)
 I watch them muthafuckas run 
 I do this shit for fun 
 You niggas know you can't get none
 (40)
 Biatch
 Chorus- 
 I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O 
 H.I.L.L side doe
 Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh
 and they be like... (there they go,off to the liquor store)
 (B)
 I tell a bitch what the fuck you mean where I've been
 And so what I smells like pussy and gin
 I had money to make
 Bitches to break and if the shit was out of line I had lives to take
 I told you from the gate that I'm a mobster
 Sippin DP eatin lobster
 Don't get it confused you won't get abused 
 As long as you makin' me them revenuesSyleena Johnson - H.I. Double L - http://motolyrics.com/syleena-johnson/hi-double-l-lyrics.html
 (Cel)
 That miggity mack, that diggity dang and that niggity nut
 Jump in the back of my cut with a tramp slut and hit the gut
 Ain't got no love for 'em all I love to do is dick 'em
 Pass 'em to the extra mannish nigga 40 water
 (40)
 If I was popeye with a ?
 You could kiss my big black royal
 I'm not funkin' over Oliveoil
 Last night I had a superbad in my room 
 She sucked me till my dick shriveled up like a prun
 (Cel)
 Well pass the Hussy to the left hand side
 So I can bend her over hit it from the back and let her ride
 You know it's Sick Wid It 
 Hog gotta put the shake down
 Shot her to the left nigga hit me with the break down
 Chorus
 (40)
 Beefeater, Tanqueray, Safire, Bombay
 ? the punch bowl full of hurricane
 That'll last a nigga dang near all day
 Smokin' HERB we gets perved cop a squat
 Let's hang out at the old Cola spot
 (B)
 Nigga I'm a Louie smokes damn near Q
 So can I get a Twomp on my pager here
 You been blowin' me up 
 I know you know the code
 31 double 07 dash 9 eleven
 (40)
 High steppin'
 Ya blankin off the blanks
 Cuz I'm a "Rock star"Hate goin dove rock 
 Nigga let me use your fuckin car
 All the way to sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday 
 Threw up money tore up ass botch you call the po po on me
 Told 'em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Salonto County
 Sheriffs pull my ass over, and book me caught me with a gun
 And a bunch of Alezah bottles and they was askin me where I'm from 
 And I said bitch
Chorus








