E-40 - They Point (Ft. Juicy J & 2 Chainz)

They Point Lyrics

[Hook x2]
Every time I stop, hoes like “look at him”
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin’, they pointin’, they like damn
They pointin’, they pointin’, they like damn

[Verse 1 : E-40]
Like Ricky Ross, what you doing? Every day I’m hustling
Getting off weight, like who? Jennifer Hudson
Pack a hammer, thor, shooter, score
Slide through, that just think I’m
Breaking neck, turning heads like the exorcist
Thumbs up, like the like button
Eating good, no rib touching
Running with the bundle, never fumble
Count so much bread, I got corporal tunnel
Scott Pipe from where? Maiko,
Brake like a potato
They hate me on the outside, love me on the inside
Suck me in the backseat while I let her friend drive
Half of pound 2 stacks, half of unit, pimp fight
I stay out here by cellie, so you know I hustle bitch

[Hook x2]
Every time I stop, hoes like “look at him”
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin’, they pointin’, they like damn
They pointin’, they pointin’, they like damn

[Verse 2 : Juicy J]
My pockets some sure, matching on that ??
Man that nigga got more cheese than I fill it
Shoe lace tied, but a nigga still trippin
I know Richie’s high, I’m dancing on the ceiling
Never marry hoes, I just marry chicks
That’s how you stay on top, missionary 6
Rubber band bizness, know you heard that at
I got that town talking, know you score that at
Nothing less than 10 figures, you know what I’m worth
Record sales show money, not include murks
Club full bitches, pockets full of prends
Blunt full of weed, cup full of dranks
Me ain’t no way in hell
Before I risk my life it will be a cold day in hell
But bitch take it off, here go, show and tell
And I’m fucking that pussy like I’m fresh out of jail

[Hook x2]
Every time I stop, hoes like “look at him”
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin’, they pointin’, they like damn
They pointin’, they pointin’, they like damn

[Verse 3 : 2 Chainz]
Hey I loud park while I’m ghost riding
Like damn it’s ?? I’m profiling
I’m so fly man I need a copilot
So I might let your damn hoe drive it
Love heart I like rough sex
Dropped out, I ain’t never pass a drug test
You know my lingo, baby let’s mingle
So I got a thousand dollar worth a single
I got racks in the cargo of my camp
?? won’t give them erythang
Life a gamble so I had to make a bet
These ain’t Airmax but I can make them trip
They took me out the street but it’s still in
I’ve been selling words since we have been playin
I’m the force of the streets, so they still listen
On the back of the ?? ceiling

[Hook x2]
Every time I stop, hoes like “look at him”
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin’, they pointin’, they like damn
They pointin’, they pointin’, they like damn

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