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E-40 feat. Migos & Rick Ross Lyrics

I stay drunker than a pirate, call me Blackbeard
I drink a lot, so much that I am always drunk, just like a pirate. You might as well call me Blackbeard.

Stick a fork in him, he done, he ain't seared
When I am done with someone, I am done with them for good - just like you stick a fork in a piece of meat and it's done. Nothing's gonna bring them back to life because they're not seared.

These nerds be actin' hella weird and abnormal / bruh, they ain't wired right / Maybe it's the steroids in the food and they appetite
Some people act really strange and not normal, almost as if they are mentally unstable. They must not be wired right, maybe it's because of the steroids or other substances in the food they eat.

My scrilla stretch like cellulite, shittin' on 'em, baby wipes
I'm really good at managing my money and making it last, just like how cellulite stretches. And when it comes to people who try to compete with me, I beat them easily, as easily as using baby wipes to clean up after taking a poop.

It's scandalous in my region, gotta pack a peace pipe
There's a lot of crazy things happening in my area, so it's important to carry a weapon for protection. I have to pack a peace pipe.

Emirates airlines when I fly to Dubai, first class flights / It got a bar and a shower on the plane, that's hella tight
When I travel to Dubai, I fly first class on Emirates airlines. They have a bar and even a shower on the plane, which is really cool and impressive to me.

From the gamin' I been famous since I was a little kid / In my district, my soil, in California where I live
I've been well-known and famous in my area since I was a child because of my involvement in the gaming and hip-hop communities. I'm proud to call California my home.

Where your past can come back and haunt you / it's karma, it's Murphy's Law
The things you've done in your past can come back to haunt you, through good or bad karma or by the mysterious workings of Murphy's Law.

Mouth full of spitters and hubba rocks in my jaws / With our sawed-off shotguns and semi-automatics put you up in the plastic
I have a lot of drugs in my mouth, like spitters and hubba rocks; and I carry weapons like sawed-off shotguns and semi-automatics that could put someone in a body bag.

Got no choice but to be a savage, it's madness and it's drastic
I have to act like a savage because of the crazy circumstances and danger around me - it's a really tough and extreme way to live.

In our district, where we grew up slangin' dope (hey) / The system was set up for us to choke (ayy, ayy) / Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric, uh / Drippin' and splashin', coulda bought it, we won't mind jackin', uh
We grew up in an area where selling drugs was the way to make a living and survive. The system was created to make it hard for us to succeed. We have no choice but to be violent, and we carry hidden weapons along with our flashy possessions like jewelry and clothing. We can easily steal if we have to.

Niggas be actin' so I ride with a clip that's massive / I be trippin', I'm active, wave the stick like we doin' magic / Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric / Nigga drippin' and splashin', coulda bought it, we won't mind jackin'
A lot of people act tough around me, so I have a large magazine in my gun to protect myself. I'm always ready for anything because I'm active and alert. I don't have a choice but to be violent, and I carry weapons for protection. I have a lot of material possessions that I show off, and I won't hesitate to take something I want if I can't afford it.

Man, these niggas be actin' so I ride with a clip that's massive / Trippin', I'm active, wave the stick like we doin' magic, ay, nigga / Niggas finessing choppers, Glockies, niggas, come get one / Bitches undressin', what you doin'? I just need income
A lot of men act really tough around me, so I have a huge magazine in my gun to protect myself. I'm always ready for anything because I'm intense and always ready. People around me are manipulating and stealing weapons, guns, and gear. Women around me are stripping themselves naked, and all I care about is money.

Big-ass pole like I'm Cardi B, watch me strip some / Fuck all that talkin', come back where you got your bitch from / Don't play fair, big 40 came with a big drum / Dunkin', I'm air, watch your language, these bullets hit tons
I have a huge gun that's as big as Cardi B's pole on stage, and I'm ready to use it. I don't like it when people talk back to me, so they better come back where they came from before I really get angry. I don't play fair and I have a huge clip in my gun. You better watch what you say because I have a lot of bullets to shoot at you.

Thumbin' through hundreds, now I'm trippin' 'cause this bitch skip one / If I go down, keep it a hundred like I'm Big Pun (ayy)
I am counting a lot of money in hundred-dollar bills, but I think one bill is missing, and it's making me paranoid. If I ever get caught and go to jail, I'm going to keep it honest and truthful like Big Pun.

Wave the stick like I'm doin' magic, I be slidin' with ratchets / All in traffic let 'em have it then swing it like nothin' happened
I wave my gun around like I'm casting a magic spell. I also carry knives with me, and I'm always prepared to use them. When I'm driving and someone annoys me, I'll shoot at them and act like nothing happened.

Gang-gang brought the choppers, if he trippin', knock off a fraction / I can't love 'em, just fuck 'em, get the scissors, cut off distractions / You just rappin', stop the cappin', I'm really past the infraction
Me and my crew are all carrying heavy weapons, and if someone tries to test us, we will hurt them badly. I don't really care about love; I just want to have sex and then forget about them. If someone annoys me, I'll just cut them out of my life like a pair of scissors. You might be faking in your rap lyrics, but I know what it's really like on the streets, and I'm past that kind of behavior.

Keep it ratchet but pull up with a bitch, fulfill my passion / I can't have it, keep the love and I really don't want compassion / Bitch, I came up off the juugin' / plottin', hittin' the mansions, lil' nigga
I might act rough and tough, but when I'm with my girl, I'm in love and I feel like I can really live my life. I'm not into being nice and compassionate because I don't want to be vulnerable. I made my fortune by hustling and scheming, breaking into houses and hitting big targets.

I'm a goon with the spoon, I'll chip you off somethin' proper / Got kicks like I'm into soccer, I'll throw that thang in the water / And add the soda, mix it up 'til it's harder / The price is right like Bob Barker, they in a line like The Carter
I'm really good at using a spoon to break things apart, and I can make it look easy. I have really nice shoes, just like someone who plays soccer, but instead, I'll toss it into the water. I'll add some chemicals to it and mix it together until it forms something new. The product is extremely valuable, and people are lining up to buy it.

I got 'em fiendin' and tweakin', my hoodlums and heathens / 223 reasons to leave you leakin', choose one / I got a gun that'll knock a nose off a elephant, I'm relevant
I've got people addicted to my drugs, and they're really messed up and need a fix badly. I have a reason to hurt someone with my 223-caliber weapon, pick any one. I have a gun that's so powerful, it can literally knock the trunk off of an elephant. This makes me very important and relevant.

Fuck celibate, I'll sell a bitch if I have to, if I must / I don't put my trust in no hoe, bitch, my mama all I trust / She ain't gon' snitch, I promise you / She ain't gon' throw me under the bus
I'm not going to hold back on sex, and I'll sell someone out if I need to make money. I don't trust women at all, except for my own mother. I know she won't tell on me or betray me.

She ain't gon' miss and I'm promisin' you, my nigga, she a bust / She'll do a bid for me before she see me in some cuffs / All my life I had it rough, I ain't never been powder puff / Never been a weenie, I'll disappear you like genie
If I'm in trouble, I know my mother will protect me and never miss a beat. She's so committed that she would rather go to jail than let me be arrested. My life has been a struggle, and I've never been weak or helpless. I can make people disappear like a genie with the snap of my fingers.

With a 14-Mini-Henny, untraceable, no identity / Better hope that you're kin to me, don't want me to be your enemy, bitch / Fresh on the beat, so you know that shit slaps
I have a really expensive bottle of Hennessy that I'll drink to forget about things. It's untraceable and no one can know my identity because of it. You better hope that we're related, or else you'll see me as your worst enemy. The beat of this song is brand new and sounds really good.