This is poetry, pure and simple folks. You can feel the desperation of our protagonist, explaining the lay of the land to the object of his affection:
Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get youuuuu and that booty
Tryna get to youuuuu and that booty
Tryna get to youuuuu and that booty
Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get youuuuu and that monkey
Tryna to get youuuuu and that monkey
Tryna to get youuuuu and that monkey
Shakespeare? HAH! Don't make me laugh, a hack! None of his silly sonnets approach the otherwordly lyricism of E-40! Keep it up, boys!
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