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E-40
E-40


Background information
Birth name Earl Stevens
Born November 15, 1967
Born place Vallejo, California, United States
Origin San Francisco Bay Area, California, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 1987—present
Label(s) Jive Records
Heavy on the Grind Ent.
Associated acts Too $hort
Suga T
Website Website



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E-40 Lyrics

"The Server" lyrics


[E-40]
Ughhh! Gully grimey and gritty
Huh! Heavy drug activity {pull over please}
Lower development housing
Hustlers makin thousands {CHING!}
Yola supplier, uhh
Pullin all-nighters (po-po man, po-po!)
Kissin my street sign {smooch}
Grippin the block like pliers (pliers?)
I'm as solid as can be
I'ma keep it funky my nigga, hoe shit don't sit too well with me
(Uh-uh!) I was breathin in the deep {?}
Beverly Hillbilly, black gold, Texas tea... where they'll merk you
And peel your potato instead of knucklin up
And squabbin like a hockey player {doo doo doo doo}
I'm not a knock I'm the server
Some of you niggaz become your own best customers

I'm not a knock I'm the server [4X]

Uhhhhah! Dibblin and dabblin
Flea-flickin and fiddle-faddlin (fiddle-faddlin?)
Rippin up crack
Overkill, gettin 47 back (11 of 'em)
Cerebral cortex pushed back {doo doo doo doo}
If I catch you pinchin out the sack
Anybody can get found, touched up and hurt
long as you do your homework (that's right)
Steady long, steady bright
Man these walls got ears, take the battery out your phone
(Take it out man!) He'll never make it home
Co-defendant was tellin, they stabbed him with a turkey bone
(Snitch!) That's the consequences for snitchin
Got a jacket on his ass, caught him slippin in the kitchen
(Shank me!) Niggaz talk a good one but they fake
Fools be spineless, they got no vertebrae

I'm not a knock I'm the server [4X]

Uhhhh! On the soil shootin dice (I got those)
Dopefiend paradise (zombies)
Leeches and parasites
Restless and sleepless nights {yawn}
Pistols and fistfights
Po-pos on feet and bikes {nobody move}
Broken windows and street lights
Collect calls and shootin kits (it's yo' potnah mayne!)
The housin authority and the law enforcement agency
Bat around my do', makes me beam me up and taze me
While my girlfriend, was watchin TV
Mindin her own business, breast feedin our newborn baby
(AHHH!) I asked 'em where the search warrant, they hatin
Tearin up my apartment, but came up with nathin (BEATCH!)
My yola was at another spot
Too much traffic, had the situation hot

I'm not a knock I'm the server [4X]

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