Halfway To Hea Lyrics

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[* Man talking *]

Yeah, go on pour ya partner some of that there [* Pouring]

Oh boy, yeah hold on not too much not too much

Right there, yeah see that's that num num juice

(Num num num) Yeah that'll have a motherfucker on his back

So quick (Num num num) see you gotta sip sip with this shit here

(Num num num) Cause it'll have ya ass out of commission

Oh boy (Num num num)



[E-40]

I'm perkin' drunk about a half a liter

Liquor stains all over my cut white woman beater

Fuck Johnny Law, that's  the po-po

Outta my body ridin' solo folo, solo folo

Burpin' gurpin' girpin' swirvin' swirve

In my car, rockin' the burgandy Excursion

Music hummin' pedestrians think glossy glossy

You can see yourself in my paint, I'm so damn flossy

Serious about my thuggin'

Had to pinch myself but I couldn't feel nothin'

Uh uh I'm pissy y'all

Cause I been drinkin' out a straw

Uh uh can't tell me shit

Feelin' my cherry beeper on my hip

On my way to see my reala, she hella sprung

Good with her daddy, she like it when I'm num num



[Chorus]

We often num num (Num num num)

Ya know you want some (Num num num)

(I'm hella keyed and I'm perkin' off that num num num)

We often num num (Num num num)

But you can't get none (Num num num)

(I'm hella keyed and I'm perkin' off that num num num)



[Suga T]

You play the role, get outta line you out the door

You want more, I make ya head to the liquor store

One night I sinned but I wasn't sleepin'

My video was rotatin' but I was creepin'

Off that num num juice, they was watchin' me

That night you was liable to see anything

I was too hot to drop, my twat was on pop

The pimpin' don't stop, long grain till I drop



[D-Shot]

I got fifteen numbers one night

And I don't even remember what then hoes looked like

I must have been drunk out my motherfuckin' mind

I took two to the house

And then I put my dick in they mouth

I remember doin' two but it looked like I was doin' eight

In which I was gettin' raped

I woke up the next morning with the rubber still on

But all a nigga's shit was gone



[Chorus]



[B-Legit]

I'ma tailgate fanatic

Barbecues with rowdy crews I'm manic

First round genuine draft pick

I crack the bottle, sippin' on some Sapphire swallow

Insides hollow, niggas like follow me wrong

Two or three pints to the dome, now I'm on

Gone with the wind, clothes sweaty

Cover up the liquor, hoes ready

Niggas bet that nigga B he hella over

But I'm sober, I runs like a Range Rover

Or a Nova, 68 O.G.

In Guatemala, know they can't fuck with me

Act real bad like a Raider fan

Rather argue or fight than understand

But I'm the man, really am tell the truth

I'm hella keyed perkin' off that num num juice



[Chorus x2]



[E-40 to fade]

I'm hella keyed and I'm perkin' off that num num num

(Num num num)