Текст песни: E-40 - The Mail Man



Kick this shit about the mail man



[ VERSE 1 ]

Time for the payback, backpay

Can`t let homie live to see his birthday

A.K., Forty`s lettin hot ones to the kidney

Bootsee muthafucka didn`t know what hit him

What way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy

Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavy

Domain, shouldn`t a fuck up all my fuckin fetti

That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city

Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivle

Little old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man

Now his ass is trash like a garbage can

Caught up in some shit with the mailman



(Boom-boom!) now they gloom

My strap went boom 3x



Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the room



[ VERSE 2 ]

They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do)

They say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn`t believe

They say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthafucka

(Hm-hm) Well, check this part out, brother

(Okay) The nigga that the mail man shot

Little homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock

(That`s right) Right off that hop, premiditated plot

I`ll park around the corner and do a walk-by

Reconciliation, retaliation on my mind

Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin swine

Trapped in the game since 1979

My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink wine

I`m young, full of cum, nothin to lose

Paid my dues, I`m settin the rules

I got some clues, and I refuse

To let the sucker that killed my homie get away smooth





(Boom-boom!) now they gloom

My strap went boom 3x



When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed



[ VERSE 3 ]

Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin, plottin

Schemin, actin like a demon

My pores is stinkin, and I`m all sweaty

Hallucinatin, smellin like burnt spaghetti

Oh no, the mail man gotta go

He killed my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo`

To go, so I figured that he`s after me

Till the word on the streets is that I`m after him

True, now I`m waitin for departure

Cause I`m never late on arrival

Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o

And I can`t forget the glock, cause it`s the most reliable

Shit, fuck it, I`ma just take the glock deep

I scoped out his spot, I know where he sleeps

Hot-wired the Thunderbird

I`m headed for the suburbs

Mobbin, doin about a buck fifty

Took the third exit to another part of the city

Now I`m his presence, about to let him have it

Caught him walkin to his car, and now he`s in a casket



(Boom-boom!) now they gloom

My strap went boom 3x



When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed





(Boom-boom!) now they gloom

My strap went boom 3x



Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon



Hm-hm

Mail man needs money, man

F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafucka

Hm-hm, the mail man

Ass-out jungle

Gotta watch your back and play it well

Stay away from fawlty muthafuckas

That`s real



Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!

(Boom-boom!)



Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon



Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!

(Boom-boom!)



Now his ass is doomed

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Kick this shit about the mail man



[ VERSE 1 ]

Time for the payback, backpay

Can`t let homie live to see his birthday

A.K., Forty`s lettin hot ones to the kidney

Bootsee muthafucka didn`t know what hit him

What way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy

Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavy

Domain, shouldn`t a fuck up all my fuckin fetti

That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city

Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivle

Little old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man

Now his ass is trash like a garbage can

Caught up in some shit with the mailman



(Boom-boom!) now they gloom

My strap went boom 3x



Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the room



[ VERSE 2 ]

They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do)

They say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn`t believe

They say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthafucka

(Hm-hm) Well, check this part out, brother

(Okay) The nigga that the mail man shot

Little homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock

(That`s right) Right off that hop, premiditated plot

I`ll park around the corner and do a walk-by

Reconciliation, retaliation on my mind

Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin swine

Trapped in the game since 1979

My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink wine

I`m young, full of cum, nothin to lose

Paid my dues, I`m settin the rules

I got some clues, and I refuse

To let the sucker that killed my homie get away smooth





(Boom-boom!) now they gloom

My strap went boom 3x



When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed



[ VERSE 3 ]

Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin, plottin

Schemin, actin like a demon

My pores is stinkin, and I`m all sweaty

Hallucinatin, smellin like burnt spaghetti

Oh no, the mail man gotta go

He killed my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo`

To go, so I figured that he`s after me

Till the word on the streets is that I`m after him

True, now I`m waitin for departure

Cause I`m never late on arrival

Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o

And I can`t forget the glock, cause it`s the most reliable

Shit, fuck it, I`ma just take the glock deep

I scoped out his spot, I know where he sleeps

Hot-wired the Thunderbird

I`m headed for the suburbs

Mobbin, doin about a buck fifty

Took the third exit to another part of the city

Now I`m his presence, about to let him have it

Caught him walkin to his car, and now he`s in a casket



(Boom-boom!) now they gloom

My strap went boom 3x



When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed





(Boom-boom!) now they gloom

My strap went boom 3x



Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon



Hm-hm

Mail man needs money, man

F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafucka

Hm-hm, the mail man

Ass-out jungle

Gotta watch your back and play it well

Stay away from fawlty muthafuckas

That`s real



Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!

(Boom-boom!)



Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon



Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!

(Boom-boom!)



Now his ass is doomed

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