Automatic, systematic, do what you do playa Just keep that money on ya mind In the traffic, Baller status, do what you do playa Just keep on hustlin'
[Chorus] (Kokane & E-40) Automatic, Systematic Do what you do playa Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind) In the traffic, Baller status, (
Vertaling: E-40. Automatische.
Vertaling: E-40. 40 F / Fabolous, Kokane - Automatische.
Can't Understand my city's under siege F-a-c-e-M-o-b screamin 'cause i mean it Till these muthafuckas bury me 37-40 pull dat pistol packin gun slangin
me, I'm grimey I'm one of the big body, blowin' cushions where you can find me For figures, we bust triggers, who could fuck with us? Dub, E-40, Christ
Im tired of mean muggin, so I get my nine out cause they got some static cock my shit back cause I got an automatic Flem got the .40 he gone get rowdy
guts nigga, fuckin' with this swartzanigga 'cause I done lost it, taggin' niggas like a pit bull with rabies Gone off 40 ounces of o.e. Creepin' up on
or the rich they holla yee You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin? yee If its lookin? like some static we gonna bust them automatics
that you got it all Love the way you players ball Claimin' that your mail is tall Tell me, is it true or false? K-Ci Short, E-40 Fonzarelli I'll probably
and Im tired of mean muggin so I get my nine out cause they got some static cock my shit back cause I got an automatic Flem got the 40 he gone get rowdy
I'm grimey I'm one of the big body, blowin' cushions where you can find me For figures, we bust triggers, who could fuck with us? Dub, E-40, Christ
'm a fixture up in this shit like E-40 and the Click Paper all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge Automatics in the kitchen
revenues, I'm gettin' paid fool A ghetto muthafucka witta attitude S I C K W I T I T It's Young Mutz and E-40 This explains why its hard for us blacks
EPMD, Def Jam blazin' Check it, uhh, huh, yo It's E-Dub on the microphone My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome Homes, walk around with forty-four
they concert, it's locked on the concrete I'm Stone Cold, I mean I slap then stomp Then what's to stop my .40 glock from rumblin' your calm streets?
them up What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck And 2Pac was in jail the day HE RECORDED hit him up I wouldn't be outside 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga
