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E-40 has been blessing us with bangers for decades and he clearly has no intention of stopping anytime soon. Over the weekend, the Bay Area legend unleashed his latest single, “Go.” The Hyphy bounce remains alive and well with an ascending angelic voice that builds the beat up until the verse kicks in. E-40 swiftly flexes his flow while making references to Game Of Thrones, wiretapped conversation and diamonds in a matter of bars.
The new single serves as the latest single off of E-40’s forthcoming project, The Curb Commentator which is due out later this month. This album is set to follow 2019’s Practice Makes Paper that included the single, “Chase The Money.”
E-40 – Go (prod. Droop-E)
Lyrics
All I need is my family and dividends
Stick with what I got, don’t need no new friends
Because the truth of the matter, now that I think about it
People that I thought was solid, turned out to be salad
Tipsy while I’m servin, smokin’ urban
Sippin’ [?] new bourbon
I’m whiskied, I’m burnt, and I don’t care
Everybody on the soil know I ain’t all the way there
I like to hear myself talk, no shuttin’ up
Triple for the triple shots in my cup
Ready to squabble and knuckle up
Prepare for all the catches when confrontations about to erupt
Anybody can get it, ain’t nothin’ changed
All it take is some little itty-bitty chump change
Just triflin’ this Gatlin’ shit can get sour
At 4 A.M. in the morning, the murder hours
Go, Run (Run)
Go, Run (Run)
Go, Run (Run)
Go, Run (Run)
Do the crime, do the time like I never left
Back me up in the corner, never confess
I like to drink like the midget from Game of Thrones
[?] when I clap bones
[?] system certified style
Never know who’s been listening when you’re talking on the phone
Gotta stay polished and crispy and buttoned-up
Keep her nice and [?] on the cuck
Gotta watch her whereabouts, be on the hush
[?] shoot up your truck
Laptop thieves, grab-and-go theft
[?] and vandalism
Pick-up with the package is not an option
[?] shit is in the air like a toxin
I’m having to [?] gettin’ my gouda
You don’t want smoke, you not a hookah
Go, Run (Run)
Go, Run (Run)
Go, Run (Run)
Go, Run (Run)
(Droop-E on the beat)
