Hunedz - E-40, Rick Rock

Yeah, my nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

No periods, all commas

No ones in my stacks, these «hunedz»

I can give it to ya if you want it

Nigga if you got it then flaunt it

I started with a teaspoon

Now I’m a tycoon

Keep it lit like a full moon

Street sweeper

I started with nothing, all of a sudden I’m something

My jewelry be bustin', showcasin', flossin' and stuntin'

My woofers be subbin', I know they know that I’m comin'

You might want to hide her or glue your hand to your woman

My big ol' G’s be shinin',

My lil niggas be grindin', and they be shootin' and fightin'

I tell 'em stop all the violence, mama’s at funerals cryin'

The P’s be poppin' and the mackin' be multiplyin'

Yeah, my nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

(Makin' all kinds of paper in my sleep)

Gotta stay with your stapler, play for keep

Don’t wanna be seven days, I can’t be week/weak

Never know who out there plottin' tryna sneak

I be blowin' purple haze up out my Jeep

My air bitches are soiled like a cleek

I be perkin' off that loyal when I drink

You don’t want no problems, want no beef

Your ratchets like some foil like some meat

I’m talkin' sign language, I can’t speak

When I get questioned by police

Threw off methods to make 'em think that I’m a geek

Activated, I might put your bitch to sleep

The homie just touched down, forgot to mention

Told me look at niggas hands and pay attention

Be about your rubber bands and your funds

I don’t make it rain 'cause I ain’t got no ones

Yeah, my nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

Of course, I’ma keep it lit like the fourth

I could talk your mom out her purse

Without no harm, or no force

When I was starvin' like Marvin and eatin' noodles and spam

Some bread or some milk or some peanut butter and jam

The way I was built from the gravel, the soil, the land

You can get killed if you out here cattin' and playin'

I’m fried, I’m burnt, I’m on 10, I stay turnt

Suckers tryna monitor the money I earn

I got the gift of the gab, could talk a rock off a cliff

pill scraps, throwin' 100s to Crips

Blue bags, well deserved

C-notes, like Charlie Bird

My player partners straight up out the rich

Known for goin' hard on a bitch

Yeah, my nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones

(These is hunedz, these is hunedz, these is hunedz)

My nigga, these ain’t ones