E-40 – Give Me 6 (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Watch the video, stream, read the lyrics, mp3 download, buy, listen to E-40’s most recent song which is titled “Give Me 6”. The song was produced by Rick Rock.

E 40 Give Me 6

The coronavirus pandemic is far from over, even if this side of the world is beginning to open back up. It is summer, after all, so it’s hard to blame anyone for leaving their homes in anticipation of enjoying the season. Even still, health officials have urged for social distancing measures to still be put in place for the public’s health and E-40’s echoed this sentiment on his latest single.

Uncle Earl has returned a banger and a stern reminder to maintain a six-feet distance at all times. The rapper dropped off his new single, “Give Me 6” this weekend that serves as a PSA, though it’s masterfully disguised as a hard-hitting anthem. The production has the quintessential hyphy bounce to it with the urgency of 90s West Coast rap that specifically emerged from Los Angeles. But “Give Me 6” also serves as a message to his haters to give him “an ounce of space.”

E-40 – Give Me 6 (prod. Rick Rock)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Rick Rock beats

[Chorus]
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (Nigga give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space

[Verse 1]
Ain’t nothin’ between us but space and opportunity
No time for childish shit and buffoonery
I sneeze around peons, achee
I don’t want no clowns hanging ’round me
Gotta peep the borderline haters on the cuffs
It’s hard trust the people that you trust
The closest one to you that always borrow
They’ll line you up tomorrow for some marbles
I can look a human in the eye like a stock
And tell right away that he ain’t no good guy
His energy in this aura ain’t connected
He jealous his pockets is anorexic
When I was twenty-one, my dreams was twenty-to-one
I accepted my failures and didn’t blame anyone
Sign hella cousins to your label and they rap
Chances are a couple gon’ stab your ass in the back

[Chorus]
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (Nigga give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space

[Verse 2]
Bad bidness, I don’t practice
I’m ganged up and sharp like a cactus
I’m all over it like flour on raw chicken
I don’t bogus shit ain’t no reneggin’
Gettin’ after it, I done mastered and perfected the art of gassin’
Twenty-two years of heat, not once did I fall asleep
If there’s yayper bein’ made, then I want in
We can’t be friends if 40 ain’t your top ten
Don’t ever mention my name in the same sentence as sucka shit
The Bay is what I claim and I never been a [?]
I been at workin’ in virtual meetings all day
When I slap gospel music, I play the homie Lecrae
I’m a veteran but I’m current and I’m on
Every word that I say can be a song
Uh, rap like I’m poor
West Coast best, Mount Rushmore

[Chorus]
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Nigga give me six (Six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (Nigga give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space