I like this Rick Rock
I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a player fashion
Makin it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n
I be, representin my region and pullin up in somethin decent
Used to buy shit off the lot, but now lately I've been leasin
Like the white man I've been thinkin, tryin to come up with a plan
How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and some land
Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a shoe
Buy a couple of big Celebrities pimpin it ain't gotta be brand new
I'm a boss about my shit, about the way I carry it
The way I wear my glasses low, the way I sport my toothpick
The way I pop it at a hoe, the way I utilize my mouth
The way I keep my fuckin blowover over at a relative's house
Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo' cronies
Gotta be about your allowance, and X out all the phonies
Gotta watch out for them folks, gotta watch yo' conversations
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
(Aww shit, talk in pig latin, use the codes)
They might be taping
(Aww man, you think they taping?)
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
(Aww shit, they readin lips, cover your nose)
They might be taping
(Naw man, you think they taping?)
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't even had time to wash my face
I been in the traffic tryin to get it, I ain't got time to fuckin waste
My money's short like I'm slippin, I'm tryin to smack it up and flip it
I'm tryin to turn this thousand dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket
Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but that ain't the fuckin way
Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than fake autographs on eBay
My orangutangs'll growl, with our upside down smile
We been doin it for a while, you can check my d-boy file
I be fuckin 'em up like this man, I be killin 'em off like that
Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes like rats
Niggaz don't really know that I'm so sincere about this here
Niggaz don't really know that I got my name from drinkin beer
Do a cauliflowered ear, me and my muskateers
Come through with them choppers, let the lil' homey steer
I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my real career
But I'm really packin woppers, pistols rusty like Pam Grier
"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping"
They might be taping
"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping"
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
I wish a motherfucker would, I'm still livin my second childhood
My mentality, my frame of mind, all hood
I'm in the local booth with my nine, breakin down a backwood
Sippin on 40, drink cloud nine, try to get it while it's good
In the heart of the soil, in the middle of the paint, where it ain't
Where we park our cars on the grass, sell hop and push crank
Where the dopefiends dig in our tracks and siphon gas from our tanks
Where the biggest hypocrites in the church call themselves saints
I don't gossip like bitches I mind my own fuckin business
Dig yaper good money cause that sucker shit ain't nutritious
I don't be burnin no bridges I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches
Gumbo pots boil, good with the skillet like a chemist
Steady long like a female weave, cooler than antifreeze
Bust you in the toe like Eddie Murphy did DeLouise
Act like you know what I represent, bitch please
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Ooh. Jesus Christ had dreads, so shake em
I ain't got none, but I'm planning on growing some
Imagine all the Hebrews going dumb
Dancing on top of chariots and turning tight ones (eeerrrrr!)
Ooh, tell me when to go (dumb)
Talking on my Ghettro on the way to the store
... My 2nd or 3rd trip
Some Henny, some Swishers and some Listerine strips
Dr. Greenthumb lips, just to ease my thoughts
Not just the cops, but the homies you got to watch
The moon is full, look at the dark clouds
Sitting in my scraper, watching Oakland Gone Wild... Ta-dow
I don't bump mainstream, I knock underground
All that other shit, sugar-coated and watered down
I'm from the Bay where we hyphy and go dumb
From the soil where them rappers be getting their lingo from
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
I'm off that 18 dummy juice
.... Yadamean, labeled the Black Zeus
King of the super dooper hyphy (hyphy, hyphy, hyphy, hyphy)
And your wife, she don't like me (like me, like me, like me, like me)
From the Bay to the A
Put me in the back wood, Swisher sweet bud, orange lace (Let's go, it's dope)
Bitches wish I wrote, I said they couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid past on the gas, bitches looking at me
It's good, it's good like the granddaddy
Cross game, you get flipped like a burger patty
Or zig-zagged... pass me a big old fatty
.... I drink white, with a snow bunny
Talking big shit in the scraper, going hella dummy
1800, Jose Cuervo
Yadada mean, yadada I'm saying though
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
now let me direct traffic for a minute..
(talk to 'em)
Now, let me tell you about this hyphy movement we got going in the bay..
when i say something you say it right back to me, you smell me?
we're gonna do it like this right here...
Ghost-ride the whip
Now... Scrape
Put your stunna shades on
Now... Gas, brake, dip, dip
Shake them dreads
Let me see you show your grill
Now... Thizz face
Doors open, mayne
Now... Watch em swang
Go stupid, go (dumb, dumb)
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Damn nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne?
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink nigga?
Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?)
It's your young nephew Turkey mayne
(What is it boy? What's goin on family?)
There's a lot of shit that need to be said big cousin
(Talk to me, I'll talk back)
First of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be fucked with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in this motherfucker (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin this shit
Look out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut bezel
I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a fortune cookie
Since I signed with BME every promoter
and every agency in the industry been tryin to book me
Mackin-ass 40, what that do?
Sometimes me, always you
Man you a real-ass nigga, man you a boss
If I had yo' hand I woulda been done cut mine off
A cult following, hustlers they love me
Kill a tree and put a rock in the hospital over me
If you see me up in the mountains with a lion, I ain't lyin
Nigga don't help me, my nigga help the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand dollar stacks
Turn a couple of ki's into a couple hundred racks
The main drag, the soil, the blacktop
The gravel, the D-spot, we open like IHOP
Yea mayne! These motherfuckers know!
Nigga this is big 40-Water motherfucker!
The ambassador of the Bay nigga!
Nigga we stay eatin over here motherfucker!
You niggaz need to step your motherfuckin weight up nigga
Sick Wid It, BME motherfucker
Look out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got that work
Fuck e'rybody else, I got myself on my shirt
Better hurry up and come and get 'em we got the lowest rates
I'm tellin you pimpin cause they goin like hotcakes
Cops come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet
Throw it in the battery acid and then destroy it
Pay attention and learn, while I teach you how to grit and grind
Fifteen five? All the time (cool)
These square-ass rappers, they get a few bucks
Then they, lose contact get out of touch
With the, with the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets
Off the leash, we thirsty we hungry we beasts
Look out, watch out, here come the jumpout
Hide your dope in your anus, and put the weed out
'Fore they beat us and choke us and take our funds
And shoot us with them tazer guns
You niggaz'll get your motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin with us boy
Nigga we been doin this shit nigga
Niggaz need to bow the fuck down and pay homage nigga
Niggaz been stealin our shit for years 40!
Niggaz brave to talk around these motherfuckers, WATER!
The whole enchilada, the whole taco
Motherfucker I'm a capo!
Play with hundred round drums
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy nigga, watch every penny that I spend
Go to any hood in the world and fit right in
A young nigga, with an old soul
A busy nigga, put the President on hold
Ride Vogues, 26 inch toes
Got the inside of the laws smokin like broke stogs
You can find me in the mall, buyin up all the clothes
Or in A-T-L or Club 112, throwin them 'bows
Left and right arms froze, cold like the ice from the cooler
Just left the jeweler, rose gold, Frank Mueller
I smoke big, growin weed in my garage
Police roll up, I got a cannabis card
Wait wait wait! Money.. power and respect motherfucker
40 told you niggaz mayne! We hongry nigga!
We eat soup with a fork around this bitch mayne!
Knahmean? Step your motherfuckin weight up nigga
You niggaz pockets is touchin motherfucker
[CHORUS]
She say she love me
she she say (she love me)
she say she love but,
all we do now is fucking fight[repeat 3x]
[E-40]
if i ask u rob that bank
with me would u do it?
would do ya time like
martha stwert? would bust a
nine would ya go back would
ya put ya life on the line
with me hit the dough track?
(dough track) is ya down well ya beat a coch down? if a pimp couldnt
swim would ya let a pimp drown?
could stop naggin me about last night two wrongs dont make a right, all we do is fucking fight
kiss and make up lay up all night, now bend over why i lay this
pipe, while i beat the coochie
up till the borad day light,
she say she love me but
when im in the studio she be
gettin all lova (she say she love me) but i could get fuck bout cause
im bout my money, bently cumma ridin jumma, money loans like cqcumbas, got that twig pushin fees
frankisin do two three (two three) im bout my money hangin out
the window throwing up the play
boy bunny, aint never phony ima
keep it moving man cause im always
hungry lil mama what it is tell what it be?do u need a lil kim to
a lil qulity time a lil bumpin an grind a lil wine and dime a lil movie, a lil money, some time a lil
dochi kanbe, cheri, lou vatin a lil jewlery, why u mad why u always
take it out on me why u always
showing out in front company?
[CHORUS]
[8 Ball]
man aint never seen one look like u cutie DAMN!!
5'2 with a nice round booty u was just my type and
i could see it in yo eyes and i knew that from day one stayin
up all night just chillin talkin
bout what we going name our son,
24/7 hustlin the object to not
being broke again,let me get ya
whole pay check one time when i
couldnt pay the rent, now look at
ya baby benz with the lil tv and
the crazy rims,big rocks on ya
hand tell ya friends big daddy
brought them,now on the otha hand here we go talkin bout where
the fuck u been always in at the studio in another time zone tryin
to to get rich,get u ? niggas mad
u on my team cause they how u move
them things, come home be a mama and a wife a freak in the bed
baby,im trying to work why u gotta call 100 times like u craza
dont play when the time is right we can go up in the air and go play
wanna go play and stay here and
love me everyday
[CHORUS]
[Bun B]
now theres a stranger in my house and my bed fucking up my life
and bread, playin mind games all
in my head, sometimes i swear u wrost then the feds, u love a nigga
then hate a nigga then u love
again this shits confusin, in the
streets hittin licks im winnin come home fucking with u and im
losin, im bulit for drama but
not this kind been slid befor but
not this time, these years of viting this year hustlin u cant be fucking up this grind,now u been
doing to much campin,bumpin ya gums
and yapin and again in grown folk
business and baby girl i just cant
let that happen, i been out here
spitin ths blood fuckin with cut
throats to get this cake, but it
swear it seem like the more i give
ya u try to take my heart and my
back ya tryin break,i aint crazy
i see the signs, trying steal my
light and my shine, u must be outta
yo fucking mind,i just wanted to
spoil ya ass and i guess i succeed,
but now ya just to fucking concede if this is love i dont
need it, you acting like you the
pimp and im the hoe (hell no), man
i swear the god if yo pussy want
the bomb i would have left a long
white gurl
i got dat whiiiiite gurl
girl girl
oooh i throw tha yola in tha pot let it simmer n bave
add a lil bakin soda make it foam like after shave
i like to serve my dope wet cuz it weigh a hella lot more
u can smell the residue n the fumes from next do'
turf superstar, microwaves n pickle jars
potrtable digital scales, custom painted muscle cars
pimpin where the razor blade? use a saftey pin
what they goin fo'? nigga wutchu trynna spend?
when its a drought, i jus sit on my dope n wait
for the prices to sky rocket and rise like real estate
i got dat icecream, that candy, that girl, that white white white
my christler charger 2006 hemi tight tight tight
im a d-boi (booch) i thought u knew
jus like every other mother fucker in my crew
bundle in the bushes, chop her up in the tree
Ak will light up ur chest like ET
now let me introduce the world to my girl
she white, she bright, she shines like a pearl
and i aint talkin bout Lindsay Lohan
im talkin bout that sniff, that blow man
that 1 hit that will get u open
might make ur nose bleed if it's potaint
so if ur not ready, homie dont tamper with it
she da chick who had Tony Montana slippin
she so bad, she make u mad
but soon as u get that, she make u cash (that white girl)
but she aint always that light, she aint always that bright, she aint always that white
gimme 1 girl, i mean 1 gram
I'll teach u how to give a white girl a sun tan
put it in that pot, till it get dat hot, then start tha Sir-Mix-Alot (ight)
well down in the dirty.....south to be exact
gettin money with white girls is a well known fact
i like 'em black, brown, puerto rican or asian
but nothin bring the bread back like a caucasian
weather winter fall summer or spring
the white gurls always down for doin the damn thing
put her on the highway, she aint no punk
gotta white girl drivin with white gurls in the trunk
i aint lyin its the best thing goin
when my white gurls around its always snowin
mama cant stand her tellin me to switch
sayin imma go to jail fuckin with that white bitch
always around to keep me paid
with some white girls on my team i got it made
so if ur down on ur luck n got no money
then do what i do go get u a snow bunny
i got the pirex workin with the white girl in it
its the dope super bowl n nigga im bout to win it
when we through with this badge we goin out to the bahamas
i keep a silk braud wen im fuckin wit the hard
cuz the never get stopped my the motha fuckin cops
fools look hard but the bitches is fraud
dont like to see me ball, want me to go rock from rock
move around bitch u need to get out the way
i keep a young suzi when its time to move yay
u need to learn the game before u try to play
like cab gone those laws will take u away
so i keep me a snow bunny ridin in the front
with a triple zillion head in a platnum cup
u already know they eat nuts like a squrril
(feat. T-Pain, Kandi Girl)
[Chorus T-Pain]
Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty
Tryna get to you and that booty
Tryna get to you and that booty
Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey
Tryna to get you and that monkey
Tryna to get you and that monkey
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Girl, he simping (Simping)
I walk up in the club with a limping (Limping)
God listen, what you gonna do, with this pimping
What you gonna do, with this pimping
Girl, I'm a call ya (Call ya)
Later on tonight or tomorrow ('Morrow), now follow
What you gonna do, with this baller
What you gonna do, with this baller
[Verse 2: E-40]
What you gonna do when I bend the block (Bend the block)
Pull up on that ass in a brand new drop (Brand new drop)
Speakers on blast with tremendous knock ('Mendous knock)
TV's in the dash, rims just won't stop
You need to be down with a pimp like me
I ain't turning down nothing but my collar, you see
I'm a leave you with my number, you should holla at me
Cuz I'm a baller, can't nobody hustle harder than me, oooh
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty
Tryna get to you and that booty
Tryna get to you and that booty
Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey
Tryna to get you and that monkey
Tryna to get you and that monkey
[Verse 3: E-40]
Oooh, your ass is right
I ain't tryna let that pass me tonight
I'ma put my bid in and tell you something slick
Whisper in your ear while I'm holding my dick
I don't mean no harm, it's the hood in me (Hood in me)
Sipping on that Richard Hennessy (Hennessy)
Psychedelic colors in my jewelry (Jewelry)
Suckers hella jealous cuz you digging me, oooh
Now what you gonna do mama
I'm tryna dip later on, me and you mama
Like the way that you groove and you move mama
You know the women love me, I'm the 40 boy (40 boy)
Popping my P's cuz I'm laced with game
Nathen but the Yay flowing through my vein
She wear Miss Sixty, can't fit in the Gucci
Cuz her ass big enough to sit a cup on her booty (Goodness!)
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty
Tryna get to you and that booty
Tryna get to you and that booty
Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey
Tryna to get you and that monkey
Tryna to get you and that monkey
[Verse 4: Kandi Girl]
Yeah I see you looking (Looking)
But my ass in these jeans got you shook, and (Shook, and)
I don't think you know what to do with this pussy
What you gonna do, with this pussy
Yeah I know you want this (Want this)
Tryna chase me through the club for this good shit (Good shit)
But I don't think you can handle, this pussy
What you gonna do, with this pussy
[Verse 5: E-40]
You looking like you got that good gooshy, gooshy
Fucking round with me, I beat the brakes off that pussy
Have your ass cumming like a porn star movie
Tell your friends and I bet they all wanna do me
Hoes know me, I'm E-Fo-Oh (E-Fo-Oh)
They recognize pimping when I step in the door (Step in the door)
Higher than a satellite full of that dro (Full of that dro)
Holla at a playa when you ready to go, oooh
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty
Tryna get to you and that booty
Tryna get to you and that booty
Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey
Tryna to get you and that monkey
(feat. Keak Da Sneak, Turf Talk)
Muscle Cars- yeeeey'!..
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Not out of the local news paper, but out the AutoTrader
Cleaner, than virgin cuchie, my nigg', one on her Cutlass, playa'
The beat wrapped in monster cables, the speakers thump'n
Trunk sound'n like King Kong, and Godzilla, back there thump'n
All we do is wic, and get high and petal and push!
Organic weed, mysterey weed, just purple cush!
I cut the the rear weld, on my whip, and filled that bitch up
and now muscle car sit'n up high like a monster truck
Monster up', suck up to none, don't be no poodle
Split his pack open like pack of Top Ramen noodle
In the heart of the soil, where you can find me
Try me fuck boi', and get your face put on a white tee
40, Turf Talk and Keak the Sneak
They maynee' ass voices, and they styles is hekka unique
High speed chase's and run'n lights
Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes
[Chorus]
[Keak Da Sneak]
Thumper, and carburator. four speed Trany
Dual exahust dipped in sauce
My car is a beast, catch me in the streets side ways
Threw the East Side-Boi', crunk like Lil' Jon
Show 40, and Mac Keak the last don
East Okaland the land of the side show
Richmond, Frisco, to the Valley Jo'
I'm ridin side ways, this way and that way
Doors open, while in traffic
Hold the door open, (Hello!)
Shit'n on em', no front'n
455 got me run'n up on Aston Martins
We run from dem on streets, not the freeway
B&M; shift kit (kirrrk) me and Danny Phea
On my celly cell stright lace with no fuck'n dew
Mobb'n in my Ol' skool, like Lil' Bruce'
[Chorus]
[Turf Talk]
Four 15's, beat supreme
Told niggaz fuck Rally's, ride gold one's mayne'
Mother's off candid, don't hate cause I ain't me
Race, foo, smoke in yo' face, foo'
Super charger, push this button and my engine start up
Pistol tucked
Might be pirmiered, but my engine souped up
Quick to the floor, when you open yours
Don't scratch my doors. 350' I push heavy
Not a Ford it's (Chevy), (Chevy), (Chevy)
First owner, not too many miles on her
We rep the BAY, we don't rep Califronia, (I'm lie'n...)
I'm run you for your car note
Why you don't got SS's in front of your Monte Carlo?
Residence full of white folks
I'm leave fresh tire marks top of they asphalt
[Bridge]
You got muscle car? You fuck'n wit' dem Muscle cars?
What's goin on momma? I don't know why you trippin
I don't know why you act this way, this way
You already knew what it was from the beginnin
You know how we've been gettin down
I know you want this too
We just friends right?
We should never stop what we do
We got a good thing goin baby
We're not in love but we pretennnnd
We both know we're just fu-ckin (we're fuckin)
The situation's a win-win (it's a win-win)
We both know we're just fu-ckin (we're fuckin)
Oooh; thick like a big bowl of grits, big tits good looks
I knew you had some good gush gush
Cause you look like you did and I can tell it was bomb (what type)
The type of broad to squirt when she bust a nut and she cum
You said you know I got a man but he ain't treatin me fair
He always gone plus he never take me nowhere
I said what'chu tryin to tell me, he act like you don't exist?
Yup and when he come home he smell like liquor and fish
Fool don't know what he missin, he tardy and lame
But that's his loss, and it's my game
You got a mean throat game and your coochie is serious
Pussy so good I fuck you on your peroid
Naw we ain't in love but we can damn sho' pretend to be
Get a sack of that broccoli and a bottle of Hennessy
Check into a room at the Fairfield Inn (and then what)
Fire up some purple, let the beatings begin (oooh)
Your girlfriends is jealous and sexually frustrated
So of course they hated after you told 'em how I ate it
And you know what they say about fellas with big feet
So why you wanna put my business out in the street?
They already give me extra long hugs and shit (what else)
They want your position, they tryin to scoot you up out of it
Take your foot of the gas, I thought we had an arrangement
You missin the point, it ain't gon' be no engagement
You need to play your position, or you out of the game
You testin my mackin, you out of yo' range
We just fuck-buddies, I'm just stickin and bonin ya
Get somewhere with that dumb shit, stick to the formula
I'll come over later when your kids asleep
And so some nasty things that they gon' have to bleep
Give it to you good, while he out there trickin
Make your man say, "Girl yo' coo-coo feel different!"
We just fuckin
Baby please stop the whinin
Let me tell out your linin
Orgasms multiplyin
Under the sun that's shinin
On-ly a fool would throw this a-wayyyyyyyyyyy (ooooh)
We just fuckin
Don't act like you want this to end
I know you don't, know you don't (oooh)
We both know we're just fu-ckin (We just fuckin sweetheart)
We can do this and still be friends
(Yeah, we can still be friends)
We both know we're just fu-ckin (we just fuckin)
Just let me do ya baby (just let me do ya)
Just let me screw ya baby (let me screw ya)
I swear I'll fuck you all night
You know, I'll come through
I got the Astroglide, I got the larger size prophylactics
Lifestyle, oowop edition you smell me?
It's therapeutic and healin
You know we got a certain chemistry sweetheart
I come through the turf the other day
Y'knahmean they scream out - here for the hemp list
Here for the hemp list
I go pick up a zip, stop by the liquor sto'
Pick up a bottle of Beefeater and Donald Duck grapefruit juice
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
When i told ya i had a white gurl
I thought yall was gonna hurl
Yall looked sick but the bitch still suck on my dick
{ohh}
But to all my niggaz in the pin and some wating to get it in
I want all yall niggas to....
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
This is a discipline rap for my niggaz back in tha bin
Tryin to hustle for the tin
A discipline tracks for my niggaz that rap
But now im back and i hope ya dont do that ...
Soul is the heart of it i hope i can get every lil bit of it
But sometimes ya gotta slow it down
Like the few Mc's that do shows in my town
Back in 2000 the rap game was lackin
Like some of them rappers bringin two steps back in
But today is the day for hunger in the game
It aint bout the fame its all about the brains
And if you got that and yo rhymes are phat
Gone on head and do that
But ya always gotta think ...
Ohh u thought i stopped rappin
Put yo money back in the bank on my rank im numba 1
You is numba 2 i dont know what cha gone do
Ya gotta think it threw but too all my Mc's
Back in the game this shit it like it was back in the day
Im bout to thorw the fist all my hoes do ya head like this {ohh}
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Check it out now
My boy doe just ripped it
Sip it smkoe it do sumthin wid it
Get suppa sick wid it
Girl im headin to tha south
I really want u to head down south if u know what i mean
Use ur mouth like ur in a bath ridin on a rath
But to all my niggaz in the pin and some wating to get it in
I want all yall niggas to....
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Super hyipihe in this bitch smokin on da litch
Throw that bitch right back in that nasty ass ditch
X on my side slab on my phab my car shoot bullets
Like the arm of donavaon mccnabb but think fast hoe
4-4 gone blow me and e-40 we got all the dough
But my boy doe he git it to he hustlin at 14
Tryin to get a wagur too
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
(feat. Miko, Stressmatic of The Federation)
[Verse 1: E-40]
Out here its sick, AR-70's and albino pits (Albino pits)
Patriots and bushmasters, home invasions and licks
I'm in it to make the most, you in it to flamboast (Boast)
You in it to tricking off to them hoes, I'm in to make her buy me some
clothes (Clothes)
I be treating my scraper like a Rolls, lemme stop lying, no I don't
(Don't)
I be sideways on two toys, all the rappers call me Unc (Unc)
Feasible, unbeatable, the best thing that ever did it (Did it)
Incredible like Ichiro, if you pitch it, I'm a hit it (Hit it)
One of my youngsters just got popped with a thumper (Thumper)
They tryna wash him, they talking football numbers (Football numbers)
They tryna stop him, it's murk in the Ave (In the Ave)
Take one of mine, I'm take three of theirs (Three of theirs)
Some of you suckers can't take a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage)
A prune from a plum, kangaroo from a rabbit (From a rabbit)
Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame)
Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane)
[Hook: Stressmatic x2]
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
... Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab
[Verse 2: Miko]
M wanted this piece, already (Already)
Squat a 33-year-old Chevy (Old Chevy)
Replace everything, all in Heat Cherry (Yeah)
So much chrome under the hood, straight scary
Get my grown man on, Sacramento Valley
On 22's, playboy vet rallies (Rallies)
Tremendo, to the extreme, where I go
Pimping I'm cleaner than a San Jose car show
... Hotter than Barstow in August
Chevy Land love me, I'm year one flawless (One flawless)
The law just, pull up beside me, give me the thumbs up
I turn the beat up like "That's what up"
Hah, studio tone, yadadamean
Got us mobbed out, smacking like magazine (Like magazine)
When I wanna roll deep, I gotta van (Gotta van)
But right now, it's young Meek in the waterbed
[Hook: Stressmatic x2]
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
... Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab
[Verse 3: E-40]
The turfs scorches, smoking hot like a broken stove
Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and Cholos
... On the soil, taking precaution
On the roof, in the trees with them Latins, listening and watching, oooh
... Good grief, it's never been this ugly out here, we in some heavy beef
They left his body in the streets for twelve hours
Candlelight vigils, sidewalk funerals and flowers, oooh
These youngsters aint listening, they disrespecting me
Aint no OG's to holler at, no one to detonate, oooh
... Chemical babies, the parents smoking rocks
Plus they aint never had a chance to know God (To know God)
In my days, I was raised in the church
Momma did what she could just to keep us off the turf (Keep us off the
turf)
... But it aint no one to blame (But)
But Noriega and Reagan and rock cocaine
[Hook: Stressmatic x2]
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
... Block, block, block, block boi
Ah yeah..(ah yeah)..it's real.
gonna put it down. all these little crime thangs,
homeless, the world is crazy bwoy
it's like this
it's the way it is
Heavy out there.. it's heavy.
Verse 1
Was I really such a bad child that I deserved to get hit with boards
and whooped with extension cords
did you forget that I was your creation,
and all I wanted from you all was love, hope, and motivation
son, you're disrespectful and you're talking back,
get out my face, kicked me out the house
and wouldn't even let me plead my case.
now I'm homeless and I'm freezing like the morgue,
the only thing keepin me alive is the Lord
needless to say it's times like this I'd rather be locked up then
drinkin water out my hands and eatin out of garbage cans
can I come back home, huh could I
Son, you're on your own, why should I
Chorus
Things'll never change, that's just the way it is
Nobody's even concerned
Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is
when will we ever learn
Verse 2
Huh. three years from now, I think I'm gon be straight, (straight)
I put my name on the list for section 8
tried out for the army but I was flat footed,
didn't do no harm to me, cuz I was used to it
if I apply for some work, let's make a bet,
I'll get the nine
cuz I don't know about the internet
What do you think we need to do to change about this nation
need to provide more jobs and better education
nuclear weapons (puh) should be stopping crimes,
already got enough to blow the world up
a thousand times
the birds and the bees, deadly disease,
teenage pregnancies, std's
Chorus
Verse 3
A-wuh a wait a minute, I hear sirens
Oh that's the couple down the street
domestic violence
either them or the little girl in 306
she's always telling everyone that she gon slice her wrists
I guess that's the way it is in the life of sin
where you'll prolly end up dead, or in the pen
but my family ain't no better than the next
my auntie brenda turned her own sister in
for writing bad checks
and save folks try to hit you where it hurts
knowin they the biggest hypocrites in the church
we need to give our minds a bath and
do some scrubbin'
stop the hate and start the lovin'
Chorus (4x)
I'm just happy to be here!
Hard times, the struggle
The ups and downs, the highs and the lows
You know just goin through it man, ghetto politics
Tryin to make a way out of no way
I was the oldest, so I had to be, the daddy of the family
Momma had to work three jobs, oooh
Feet stickin through my shoes, skid marks in my drawers
Garage sales and flea markets, we never shopped at malls
No dental plan, no medikit - we poor like rain
Colored folks think that castor oil cures everythang
Pork chops and chicken, we like our food fried
Hypertension, Prenavil pills and hydro-chlorizide
Some of my family still living, some of my family died
Health complications, natural causes and homicide
Just tryin to survive, nothin to lose but plenty to gain
Started hustlin, flea flickin and servin that candy cane
Put all my cars in my lady name, as a true hustler should
She had a 9 to 5, worked at Planned Parenthood
While I was in the hood, up to no good
with a hoodie over my head, tryin to outslick the feds
Or should I say cops, at this point in time I only had rocks
Went from a little a jelly jar up to a soup pot
The fast quarter my negro, don't want the slow nickel
I done seen yola the same color as peanut brittle
I done seen hella people relapse
I done seen my homey grandparents go back to crack
How sick is dat? Beggin my loved ones to send some pictures
Pray for me over the phone and read me some scriptures
Oooh; it's gloomy out here, dark days ahead
God got my back but the devil he want my head
I'm just happy to be here right now
Lot of my folks been locked up or laid down
See I'm sayin I ain't shed no tears, no
But I'm just happy to be here
Listen to this, oooooh
The devil-me side know that some of y'all done seen it
Somebody's momma washin her son or her daughter's bloodstain off the cement
Wrong place at the wrong time, infiltrators drop a dime
Mistaken identity, bullets start flyin
in every direction, hit a pregnant teen, she passed
But her baby live through a C-section
I know it sound foul and sound hecka rude, it ain't cool
But it go down like that sometime when you're funkin, and you're puttin down a move
We heartless and shrewd in this day and age, it ain't the same
Our parents need to beat us with a belt, like Poody Tang
I be high like an airplane
I be smokin and perkin, takin out anger and stress on the wrong person
Re-uppin and coppin turf an' just servin the soil block
Grittin tryin to put some gifts in my kid's Christmas stock'
Ooooh - pour out some liquor and shed a tear
For the homies that never made it and family that ain't here
So happy
You know I'm happy to be
Said I'm happy, so happy just to be here
To beeeeeee, to beeeeeeeeeeee
To beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (I'm so happy)
(Oh I'm so happy)
I'm so happy to be, to beeeeeeee-heeeeeeeeee
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with God or you can know a Devil
You can go and get a job or you can do some federal
But if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next level
I often tweak when I drives
How can a small town like Vallejo have all these homicides?
Man, fools be droppin' like flies
Maybe we do need mo' brothers sellin' bean pies
And it's a fool 'cuz everybody mama's know each other
It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color
Wonder why all the good people get put through some many
Different changes of the weather and all those folks that do wrong
Seem like they live forever
I wish I can rewind time, remember when we used to get
Free lunch and the city bus used to cost a dime?
Runnin' around, talkin' about you got the cooties
Liftin' up skirts, and touchin' girl's booties
Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis house and
Whatever you do, don't you sit on Grand Mama's plastic covered couch
Why's it that when all the homeys get together, we get back in the days
And how come every time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS
Life is something you can?t borrow and give back
Here today and gone tomorrow
Just like that
Pat yo rats on yo back , patch your rats on your back
Take some time out yo waltz , take some time out yo waltz
And tell your loved ones that you love 'em every so often
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Fetti is the key to end all your woes
Contemporary crib, cash, cars and clothes
But fetti 'cuz problems like guns and spears
Familys fall out and don't talk for years
Like my cromey, like my cromey
They called him big bread Ed
His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead
Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other
Damn day I'm buyin' a brand new suit for a funeral
Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried
Did you wonder if yo cash was on a diet
See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around
But when ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found
If you love someone you should tell 'em often
Ya never know when they'll be layin' in a coffin
Dedicated to my peoples up in jail
Ya partner 40-Wada gotta story to tell, a story to tell
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
You can take da ninja out da ghetto, the ghetto
But not the ghetto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks
But I won't surrender, oh, he's a heathen, heathen
Look at the way he dress, he must be dealin', dealin'
How did he get that Lex?
Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and coast
It's all dey work, shootin' shit up and actin' tough, ridin' around
With gold an' stuff, it's rough, how much money you earn, enough
I own my own law firm
Don't need a tux, I tweaks pea coats and khakis
Khakis, Levis and T-shirts
Levis and T-shirts, whatever the street's works
Street's works, partner
Dude, you been actin' kinda funny lately since you even
Got a few bucks
But I'm still folks, Wilson Park
Member three flies up
And this goes on, again and again
Dis goes on, again and again
Ain't nothin' changed but the territory, territory
Same time, different day, different story
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Featuring: B-Legit, Stressmatic of The Federation
Gouda, sick wid it records
BME, Warner Brothers, the machinery
Ooh, look out pimp
Heavy on the grindin' entertainment
Stovetop productions
Ooh, hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me, myself and I the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch
I got my hands and everything, I'm real instrumental
I'm as real as they come and don't need no bitch potential
When I was comin' up there certain things we don't allow
Like long fingernails and men arching they eyebrows
Here's another thing I don't condone and don't approve
How all of a sudden snitchin' became cool? I dunno
Gamed up I be chewin' on this mack granite
OG Jay be stomped that laced that niggas posted never can
I brought the baddest broad in the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put on the dress and break her for her purse
Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand
(Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)
Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)
A day in the life on the soil in caliscrillya
Take the wrong turn and these youngstas out here kill ya
Well, I ain't concerned, they love us hustlas and dealers
They wanna tear our houses down so they can build some ikeas
Ooh, just tryna get my point across
Where I'm from it's pandemonium and chaos
Where I'm from the lights is off, we use matches
Where I'm from we do it bare-faced instead of ski masks
Ooh, no more talking on them cells
I heard the federal went ahead and bought Nextels, what?
Ooh, over crowded jails
They got us sleepin' in the gym instead of our own cells
Ooh, put our yeti together
Me and my investors, we flippin' ten or better
I got some Gouda, got a little bit of cheddar
My medallion got more colors than a peacock feather
Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand
(Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)
Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)
Gettin' money, I'm a stunna man
With bitch like I do little whips about the stunna van
My advice she a runner man
Off top, I'ma boss, shoe box full of rubber bands
Contraband on the other hand
Big girls, big quips, turn around, roll center man
On the real, I'm a gentleman
Put the scrilla, I'm a killa, man, hit it like a little man
What you doin' with that?
From the scratch, we can load up the Lac
A 1, we can bring that back from day 1, we get them wraps
Big stacks from the back of the shack
I buy the weed man
Hella turkey bags just to put my weed in
Oh, we gettin' Chalupa
Wrapped cheese in a rubber band and call it the Gouda
Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand
(Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)
Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)
Look out pimp, aight, what it do
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
Bay business, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
Ice, pussy, so whatchu need?
(Chalupa)
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda
Bay business, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
Sick wid it, so whatchu need?
(Chalupa)
We doin' way too much
(Gouda)
We never watered down, we doin' way too much
(Gouda)
And you don't wanna stunt with us
(Gouda
Hustlers R us, we doin' way too much
(Chalupa)
We doin' way too much
(Gouda)
We never watered down, we doin' way too much
(Gouda)
And you don't wanna stunt with us
(Gouda)
Hustlers are us, we doin' way too much
(Chalupa)
Ten wraps and a rubber band
Three or four more in my other hand
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
The definition of Gouda, what's the definition?
Chalupa, scrilla, scratch, paper, yaper, capital
The definition, Gouda means cheese and cheese
Means yaper you square ass square butts, biatch
Let's get back to what we'se talkin' about earlier
What was we talkin' about earlier, pimp?
Featuring: Federation
Introducin', the Almighty, 7 0 7
We in the buildin'
Go go go go go go go go go, hey hey
Go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard
Ooh, verbal vomit, I keep it one hundred
Dr. Scrill but you can call me Ebonics
Sideshows goin' nutty dumbin' out
Take the wrong turn and get your roof stomped out
Old school vans doors open, me in my Coupe
With some stoners we get high like Shaggy from Scooby Doo
I'm whiskeyed, I'm hit, I ain't go no patience
Pimpin' I'm a couple of tacos short of a combination
Get on yo' head like a shower from the gravel
When them scandalous dope deals be goin' sour
Recount, swivel, Gold Medal Flour
Want the fast quarter, fuck a slow nickel, six bucks an hour
From the rooter to the tooter
He's the driver, I'm the shooter, don't be fuckin' with my gouda
Ballergasms, side pots, and trill phones
Sidekicks and ringtones, go hard or go home
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home
From the boom to the moon I coon like [Incomprehensible]
My goons take no prisoners, what fool?
What's beef? Beef is when E-40 on a fat verse
Swing 'em in the drive through, smashed up further
Gettin' off, if you from the Yay, that's North
Open up the do's, go, four on low
Four-fo' heat sick, monkey on my back
Psychos all on milk, won't let me go
Down my throat, yes, 'cuz, buzz
What, I, go, numb
Slack hoes like Droop-E's
Put in thumb, run it back like Rick on the NPC, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home
Like I did it, originally
We jumpin' on the top of your scrape-ella deuce
Three or four niggaz tryin' to cave in your roof
We jumpin' on the top of your scrape-ella deuce
Three or four niggaz tryin' to cave in your roof
We jumpin' on the top of your scrape-ella deuce
Three or four niggaz tryin' to cave in your roof
We jumpin' on the top of your scrape-ella deuce
Three or four niggaz tryin' to cave in your roof
Little purple, cuss like a sailor
Hammer on my waist, Tim the Toolman Taylor
Get rich, hate bein' po'
'Cause my bitch keep askin' for juicy couture
In the club, you know we strapped up
My white tee shirt look like coke wrapped up
Forces and jeans, can't wear slacks
Got good hair, no wave cap
This whole block, standin' on the curb
Same niggaz with me I been knowin' since the 3rd
Tryin' to get it, sucks bein' bummy
Never shoulda gave you niggaz money
Bop B's, rock C's, drop H's
Grind more than Haitians or Jamaicans
Ain't about money then ain't got patience
Don't bring money then don't have relations
Some like Hannibal, I'm a mammal
Ain't with monkeys like Mike and Emmanuel
Change the channel, rearrange panels
Oh-seven like the perm on cavi
Your bitch babby, she don't bring patties
She can't ride shotgun in the Brougham Caddy
Put my nigga in, let him campaign
And don't cut him off like Jay did Dane
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home, go hard
Go hard or go home
quot;You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin quot;
quot;Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh quot;
quot;You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin
Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven quot;
I was smebbin through the park one day
quot;Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh quot;
Smebbin through the park one day
quot;You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin quot;
I was smebbin through the park one day
quot;Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin quot;
Smebbin through the park one day
quot;You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin quot;
I was smebbin through the park one day
In the very very month of May
I seen three switchin bitches, that thought I had riches
Started walkin towards my way
Hangin out the sunroof of my Brougham Caddy-Mack
Ham sandwich with the BEEZ off in the back
I mah-uh-macked on one, but I slapped down two
thoroughbred tenders like that, smashed out
Dabbed out, bust a pattern, leave em smokin
Just like Felix Mitchell and them used to do out there in Oakland
Major clout without a doubt like Clarence Carter I'll be strokin
Kick a bootch smooth up out my car if she get to actin like I ain't pokin
Smebbin through the park one day
quot;Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh quot;
I was smebbin through the park one day
quot;You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin quot;
Smebbin through the park one day
quot;Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin quot;
I was smebbin through the park one day
quot;You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin quot;
Say hoe, you got your E's mixed up
What the fuck you mackin for huh bitch You got your E's mixed up
Always pitched a bitch, quality timer-ass bitch
you best to come and do, 'posed to be down with anything I do
Now first of all before you correct me
I was pretty much already an established celebrity
Get my keys zack me cash off
Keep up in the game so heavily
But youse a stubborn, why in the fuck you complain
I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain
when you was in the red, without a roof overhead
I helped your ass out, by puttin you in my bed
Around this time last year your ass was in the dark
and bitch, I'm out -- headed to the park
Smebbin through the park one day
quot;Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh quot;
Smebbin through the park one day
quot;Boy you better watch me, I'm comin smebbin quot;
I was smebbin through the park one day
quot;Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin quot;
I was smebbin through the park one day
quot;You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin quot;
Woke up in the morning on perculation
Hit the homies up, made reservation
What's crackin man, nigga what's cookin
I got some hoes man, nigga good lookin
Walked out the house, ten thirty three
Dang near forgot my epinine milli-mi
It's unlawful for me to forget my pepper folks
yeah all my reapers and stealers would like it
for me to forget my pepper
Even though y'all my peoples, off the record playboy
where the alcohol and your broccoli at nigga I'm tryin to get my dick wet
Where the naked hoes Where the big booty bitches Yvettes and Susettes
I like em thick with the dookie mickers by their hand
Bow legged bitches with the bigger Gaps than the Band
Tell me a little bit about yourself bitch, tell me a little about your history
You done fucked around and made me mad, now I'msabout to talk bad
Tore up, ass, bitch, if you don't give me some head
You best to smeb -- bitch!
Smebbin through the park one day
quot;Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh quot;
I was smebbin through the park one day
quot;You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin quot;
Smebbin through the park one day
quot;Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin quot;
I was smebbin through the park one day
quot;You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin quot;
quot;Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh quot;
quot;You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin
Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven quot;
quot;You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin quot;
quot;Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh quot;
quot;You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin
Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven quot;
(Forty Fonzarelli's answering machine)
Aight, what's really You hit my lifer number
This Sick Wid It/Jive Records
Leave your message at the beep *BEEP*
Hah! Mmmhmmm. Yeah, uhh... on my pager!
What you say Oh yeah. Kick that shit then nigga!
Verse One: Keek tha Sneak, E-40, Spice-1
Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the O-A-K
Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin up a vay
Licked it three times, laced it with the Alize
About twomp a day, baby hit me frequent-lay!
Sneak, and Forty, from chocolate short-ay, we been
all prepared, cause my nights is no day, the broad say
I last! Cause you six months
But I say, she pullin a gang of major stunts
Bust, bust niggaz, consequences when you're doin the do
Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twenty-two
In the area! Dirt and dust
Where the yah! B.A. Plus
But ain't yo sista Suga-T (Suga-T)
Ain't you the one that say Sprinkle Me (Sprinkle Me)
I loves me some Forty-Ridah
I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin your collar
I play this playa shit like Bugs Bunny
Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't nuttin funny
If you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell
and leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number
B-uh-Benzy on Washington, on the cellular phone
You could tell that the Easy Bay was his home
My people goin off like a high school build'
And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell
M-uh-mobbin like a playa, but I'm still a G doe
Pager goin off like C-3PO
Time for the Hurricane, E said word
I put a nigga on his back, fuck what you heard
Chorus: repeat 2X
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it, ring my telephone, ring my telephone
Verse Two: E-40, Harm
I be so rebel-yalous
When I'm talkin on my phone-telyalous
You can have my baitch, but I maintain
I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game
She said you must be playin some kind of phone tag
Cause erytime I hit you, you don't hit me back
Why is dat Cause you're hella hard to get in contact with
Thought you thought, was killin big girl was crackin on some crabs
Six o'clock, the girl said that's my crib be at the West plus
due to go, left me at home be leavin my ass up in the living room all alone
And I be starvin rubbin my monkey fiendin for some Donkey Kong
Now you're talkin, let's get the show on the road
I know you're tired of barkin, you need to hop on my load
So we can stab out, strike rock and Arroyo Park
at the top of hill, so I can check your oil
I said ah one to the two ah two to two three
Tell me why your baby momma keep on pagin me
I didn't give the hoe the number, so why does she call
She says she wanna do me, and all of y'all
But I'm like that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey
I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile
I'm sellin my piece to these tricks cause it's the paperchase
laced with game, see I'm livin in the hustlers dream
Call up a player if it's major
Specially if it's scrilla nigga hit me on my pager
Chorus
Verse Three: Sneak, E-40
Rang it, baby gimme a call
My name you're screamin, how I be hittin them walls
You got me tinglin, how you be workin them drawers
With a kiss I make em all say this, yeah that's raw
I glance your cut, bass we uhh, big cheeks
with a blast headin straight for the nut, big A amp;H
got some bitches all in the cut, it's that season
Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up
Yo, you're nine-one-oneing me to death, what's all that fo'
Got my Williams and fillin my pager and pager on the overflo'
What's happenin with all that old bullshit
is it really all that damn serious
You're draining the hell out of my battery
got your partner thinkin curious
Cause in the Y-E-A A-R-E-A the game ain't constipated
Buckin around in the Golden State where the game originated
Fools be scandalous they used to be squares be turnin vicious
Hit me on pager, hit me if it's major
Chorus 2X
(Cal Luv's intro)
Yo check it out.
Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace.
(Yo what up kid)
From the... what, what, what team is that you play for again
(Sshh. The Bullets man.)
Yea right, right.
So tell me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin,
this hip-hop thang an everythang goin on,
tell me, I mean, what, what's yo flavor
(Yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man,
the real shit. You know what I'm sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang,
you know what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's,
and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.)
[E-40]
Nigga what the fuck they GOOD fo Nigga let's shoot fins
You got all the bread nigga, put up yo Benz
Nah-nah, can't do that - Why not Ol skool trophy
somethin I done worked too hard fo, nigga quote me
yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins
get ready to pay the price pee-wee no catchin
Who got change fo this brand new hundred
Staight outta welfare
when I break you niggas I'm a have enough money, to buy Fairfield
spend about a half a hundred thousand
boost up my coins
preceed to spit mo supafly
than Donald Goins
this game is so damn hemrigin
that I be delivin
these niggas don't understand my shit
but they surrendurin
simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off
lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough
messy hoes, got my name between they teeth
juss because... I'm from the WEST not the EAST
graduated from the dope game
phat ass wallets
What's that niggas name
Rasheed Wallace!!
You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne
I'm twomp bait nigga ain't no need for you to record hate
mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you
Nigga!!
The Click will biatch!
Chorus: Big Lurch amp; E-40
Record Hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches!
(Learn about it bitch!)
We should cease you from existance.
(That's right)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(Mutha fucka!)
Ya Record Hatin bitches
(Trademark.)
there's no way you could get wit this
(Stick to basketball nigga!)
we should cease you from existance
niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(Biatch!)
[E-40]
Got another muthafucka on my shit list
I'm a cut off his dick list
I mean my hit list
my rest in piss list
dude that be hangin around Nas
you know, gay baby
nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called quot;
after watchin quot;New York Undercover quot; while I was, takin a shit
Kool Keith was on the front cover that's when I
that's when I spotted him
that nigga AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque
nigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car
when you was runnin round drinkin Simalac
all up in yo fake ass videos (ok)
champagne an coffin full of skrill
nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no mills
I'm payin full nigga an I'll have yo head where ever you at
I'm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya
that bring the yellow tape nigga, jungle full of asphalt
don't make no sense to talk that talk
if a nigga ain't gon' walk that walk
zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up
Biatch!
Biatch!
I gives a fuck! Biatch!
It's major pain.
Nigga don't know a damn thang about me.
You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe!
Monkey mouthed biatch!
Biatch!
*(Chorus)*
Record Hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches!
(Learn about it bitch!)
We should cease you from existance.
(That's right)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(Shouldn't be livin.)
Ya Record Hatin bitches!
(Record Hatin bitches!)
there's no way you could get wit this
(Uh.)
We should cease you from existance
(V-Town bitch!)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(E'ry time)
[E-40]
When I first started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was blind
in '89 that ol quot;Mr. Flamboyant quot; shit was way ahead of his time
had everyone an they great grandmas off that Carlos Rossi wine
was in a major label an business that uh didn't want us to shine
it was me an my potna from Suave House Records
Tony Draper, E-40, an The Click
8-Ball, an MJG gettin that independent paper
all about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shine
beat a muthafucka uh-duh-down, e'ry time
40 get yo marbles man, get yo change
take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
that's what I was taught to do
by my big homie thou
you can always be a nigga,
but a nigga ain't rich til he can't count his money no mo'
over night sensation, never me
all you quot;Record Haters quot; got Ph.IV
my niggas 3X Krazy laced me
taught me how to say quot;fa sheezy quot;
told me that them AZ muthafuckas don't believe phat means greasy
we can shoot it out, or we can fight
You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk
Shoot me some peace bitch!
*(Chorus)*
Record Hatin bitches!
(Record hatin bitches!)
Suave game and snitches!
(Suave game and snitches!)
We should cease you from existance.
(That's rich.)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(Suck-els!)
Ya Record Hatin bitches
(Lil ol, biatch!)
There's no way you could get wit this
(That's right.)
We should cease you from existance
(Learn about it.)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(That's right.)
Where them naked hoes at
E-Feezey!
Too Scheezy!
We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
Niggaz ain't havin no cheesy like us main!
They ain't havin no raveez!
Shit.
Haha you know us.
Where K-Ceeezi at man Tell him sing that shit.
Lace dem fools or something.
Beotch!
Chorus: K-Ci
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
Verse One: E-40, Too $hort
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town
Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'member
Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from Vallel
At every light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort
K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrate
Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Armani Chanel Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes
Sometimes it's cool to floss
But don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car
Before you buy a house
They always said I couldn't rap, I just say bitch
I guess the bitch, made me rich
And now you wanna call me hardcore
While I be steppin out the shower on a marble floor
I paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxes
This industry'll is like fuckin, fat bitches
All work and no play, I do it everyday
anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40
Chorus
Verse Three: E-40, Too $hort
We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paper
Ultrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin
Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs
Smokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony, barbecuin ribs
The more scrilla, the merrier
I represent the Ya area
I walk from Foothill and Paperscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthur
To Freddie B house to make tapes with my potnah
Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale
Got a paper bag full of that, can't you tell
it's funky, everybody nod they head like this
I said bitch, and everybody read my lips
I got rich, suckin up the game from the O
and even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow
I survived cuz I got mo', game than them
It came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimps
It was my destiny, I came the same every time
So don't question me, I transfer the game in the rhymes
I'm not a freestyler, don't rap for free main
It's Paystyle on mine, cuz I love money main
Landrovers and Toyota, Lexuses
Six-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor Mercedeses
We don't be savin hoes, bitches be savin us
Bitch disrespect me in my car, bitch best to catch the bus
I keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlin
Ain't no paperback pimpin nigga, we ain't strugglin
Chorus
Verse Four: Too $hort
I'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funky
Again and again, they say when will it end
Maybe never, cause I can still spit it
But I ain't rappin for cheese, I want meal tickets
Gotta start somewhere, and I'm past that
For the right scratch, I be the last mack
So stick yaself Pretty Tony
You tryin ta make a hit, but your shit sounds phony
Not like AT amp;T but like ET
You can't be me, so would you please see
If you can keep my name out your mouth
Cause you don't really know what the game's all about
It's bout feedin the family, not freakin in the Benz
Instead of rentin, pay for that roof on your head
And stop pimpin in your mind knowin you a trick
Put your hustle down playa go an hit you a lick
Bitch!
(That's writ, Too Scheezi, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli, K-Ci)
Damn is that right
(That's right)
Step right up!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South
Sign up right'ere, your scheduled membership
to the drinkin club
Uhh...
*chorus*
They got you soaked (that's right)
I see your cup up (drink it to em)
Let's get drunk
and get my fortune out of my drinking club
[E-40]
E-40 in the C-L-I-C
Stuck up in the house, party top celebrity
Burpin and gurpin, gelchin the bourbon, lurkin around
I'm seein all kinda broads, from outta town
Uhh, top hots, tycoons, big cheeses
Plus the perpetual jahahnjawel priestess
Homies and lurkers and things like that up under the vertical shade
Rovers in lamborghinis swimming pink bikinis, lingerie
Tryin to knock her big ass by all bus lights on Fridays
If you're not a member of my drinking club, sideways
What kind of motherfuckin perculatoins you niggaz got
up in the refridgerator
Who wanna join my drinkin club, sign up the legislature
Might not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money
You can call me Lieutenant Fuck a Hoe but all the ruskie runny
You can dip but don't screw up, speakers on sub
Beat your ass, my drinking club
*chorus w/ variations* 2X
[Young Mugzi]
I got you perved on some of the righteous, who's the tightest
I'm down with pipes fifth and gallons of the finest nitrous
Oh girl now pass the joint to the nigga big head
Where I hear about your scheamin but the rotations I don't jinn
Who dog sin Big fin is what I'm rollin
You know how I do, I got bunny boo boo grippin and totin
Fools be pimpin, we guaranteed to have you spittin
Bobcat tight, while I'm pullin secure out my linen
I'm nothin but a baller, alkaholic bitches pop my collar
Tearin down pussy walls in your motherfuckin daughter
M-O-S, S-I-E
M-U-G, and K-I-V
Always to' with E-4-0
Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store
[E-40]
Motherfuckers better know, we gets down like that
Straighten up, beer mugs, my drinkin cup bitch!
*chorus w/ variations* 2X
So damn deep, I can't call it
I guess I'm just an alkaholic
Huh, dagnabbit, doggonit
Ya Hillside hillbilly vomit
Back and forth to the bathroom constantly
All the actors gather up, and watch me
Get super twisted highly afflicted every day a cherry
Go on my body and throw up on the bartender
Pull out a wad of money, ballers up to par
Treat the whole party, by buyin up the bar
Sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up
Stainless artichokes, tequila poppes, Medusas
Better prepare myself for the upset stomach, ohhh
Stop by the M.P. on the way home and pick up a bottle of Pepto-Bismol
Step right up now last call for alcohol
Get your hurricane gorilla member here ya monsters
That's right, cause when we and my motherfuckin entourage
get together and we come back from a motherfuckin concert
and the afterpaty jumpin off, I wanna see ID's, we got video cameras
We checkin all you bastards under 21 or under 18 or whatever however
Ya understand that You better have your membership card
if you wanna come join my motherfuckin drinkin club, understand that bitch
A: It's the drinkin club, we gets to' back main
Once you drink with us, you won't be the same
The drinkin club, we can't slow down main
We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit
That's right
B: I wanna get high, I wanna get loaded
and tuck, throw up, and drink again
repeat A, first line of B, then chorus 5X (E-40 talking throughout)
[D-Shot]
Ay 40 mayne
I seen one of yo' hoes last night mayne, she was just uhh.. (mm-hmm)
she was tryin to give that ass away for free mayne!
Whatchu gon' do (Aight, I'ma tell you like this)
[E-40]
It's like dis
Just point out the target and I'll bet some cash I can't miss
This nigga done started cause I got some ass from his bitch
More broken than hearted, fool on the HILL over this
but I'm just as retarded, I act a FOOL UP IN THIS BITCH
The reason why she departed, cause she was tired of gettin dissed
Dotted and darted all in her eyes like this
But that ain't my business, I keep my game universal
and leave that ol' () around shit up to them squares like Urkel
It's too many lobsters up in the ocean, big pimps
but not enough mobsters breakin them in, big pimps
Tellin 40 done taught us how to beginnnnnn
Pull a bitch off the streets and real her innnnnnn
to my sable, but e'rybody ain't able
Now she's a call girl, dancin on the table
Sound like somethin Icerberg Slim woulda said (tell me)
The bigger the pimp (the bigger) the longer the bread (the longer)
Chorus: Eboni Foster, (E-40)
Keep pimpin (40-Water) keep pimpin..
Keep pimpin, keep pimpin (the bigger the pimp, the longer the bread)
Keep pimpin (40-Water) keep pimpin (yes your honor)
Keep pimpin, keep pimpin (the bigger the pimp, the longer the bread)
[E-40]
She looked at her reflection in the mirror (in the mirror)
Told herself,
[Eboni Foster]
quot;From this day here ain't NAR a nigga pumpin fear
Took all I can, but I can't take no mo', enough
Yesternight I got my ass slapped up kinda tough
Got me lookin like a rainbow (a rainbow)
Black eyes, aches and pains, bruises purple and yellow
But I forgive and forget cause it's all gravy (that's right)
I used to fuck for free but now I'm gettin money lately quot;
[E-40]
Big-ass dookie mayne, big-ass breasts
but the bitch got more miles on her, than Southwest
You can HAVE that hoe mayne, but nigga please
is that any kind of broad you want to make yo' main squeeze
The mental, be timin and thinkin hairy
All kind of cracks and crevice
Makin cranny, man the bitch don't even wear no panties
Sound like somethin Dolemite woulda said
The bigger the pimpin, the longer the bread, beotch!
Chorus
[E-40]
I take seven switch-a-bitches put 'em in a line
Put 'em on the hoe stroll and make 'em work for mine
Take a mud duck, turn her into gold
Make her sell her ass up in the North Pole
From Lebanon, to Yugoslavia
From Petersberg, to Nova Scot-ia
I got niggaz in 'Sace suits, trickin big
Timers in 'gator boots, givin in
Justice, corporate executives
Athletes, cause they respect a bitch
Man you'd be surprised how many niggaz love to pay for pussy
Niggaz cheat on they wives and jack up all they fuckin money man
I be givin my hoes, bonuses and benefits
Boat cruises and Kamal outfits
Latex to keep their health a good
Checkups at Planned Parenthood (that's it)
Best run witcha pimp, yes your honor
Practice your profession keep your head above water
Sound like somethin Felix Mitchell woulda said
The bigger the pimpin, the longer the bread, BEOTCH!
Chorus
[E-40]
BEOTCH!
C'mon
[Eboni Foster]
Do do dooo, do do dooo
Do do dooo do, do do dooo (pimp)
Anything (that's right) that you want me to (BEOTCH)
Anything, that you want me to do
(The bigger the pimp, the longer the bread)
Anything yeah, that you want me to..
I'll do it {*fades out*}
[E-40]
It is what it izzzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
You try compromisin, nope - they don't wanna talk
And they got them nuts that's off that Acapulco powdered chalk
So he untouchable - oh he can be touched
Well where he stay at then - he stay by such and such
Well since we got altercations with these so-called knuckleheads
we gon' play for dooms
And I assume we get radar on fool in dem livin rooms
Bet - motherfucker ain't fin' ta be runnin around here drippin sweat
Havin hot flashes and shit
over these fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks
You ripped Let's take it to 'em sick
Hit all they spots at once - pour it on 'em thick
Who got the suey chops They in my folks garage
Well where he at He at the TravelLodge - BEEP THAT NIGGA!
Tell him to get here right now quick now it's gon' be some shit
Tell him to bring enough ammunition to blow up a ship
Bullshit ain't nothin this here been goin on just a little bit too long
Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein 'em get grown
Get straight to the root of the problem
Get rid of the source that's what what
Get rid of the big cheese
and the majority of these niggaz gon' back the fuck up
Somebody gon' mind somethin, time to validate my respection
Hit the corner dumpin, in the big-ass () stationwagon
CATCH THEM BITCH-ASS!! That's what I told my driver man
while I was tryin to get him to get in a position
so that I could open fire
FUCK A SKI MASK!! Unpolished fish grease
LET THE FULLY BLAST!! May he rest in piss Miss smash up outta there
I brought them boys, but I shoulda brought it like a concert
Fool's still alive, John Murell() Trauma Center, Concord
Shoulda doused him, shouldn'ta never found him
Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is what it izzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
[Kaveo]
Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna know
What's wrong with this sad to be glad-ass noggas
Don't they know that fools is laced with assassin skills
Kill at will, gonna put your hat on the rack for a cool mill'
(Awww it's gon' get done) but now the heat has been spared
How we gon' get him out of intensive care
and put him under the wing of a pall-bear
[E-40]
One of my potnahs got a plug on some silencers, he knows some agents
He used dem () () shot on several different occasions
What that mean his family gon' boo-hoo when I smash that card
Better stay on a nigga brain give a FUCK ABOUT A DIE-HARD!
I know this one botch with a big-ass crotch by the name of Connie
She works in ICU and she dates this nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
Have nab him at the hospital, THAT'LL WORK
Paid a nurse to pull the plug on the LIFE SUPPORT
Risky business but it's organized class and the shit sound sharp
but if we fuck around and make it look too obvious
the broad might her lose her job
Tough luck that shit no better than fuckin for ME NOW
I gots no toilet paper feelings for her anyhow
The shit is crampin my livin style, floatin from telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by fedarale
I'm guessin fool musta passed away, tragic losses
On the wall they got my picture at the post office
After travellin bouncin back and forth to different states
they finally caught me up in Kansas City
at a barbecue spot called Gates
Do the crime do the time - it ain't for no bitch
and as long as a nigga twerkin in the kitchen, he ain't trippin
I'll be up in that bitch makin spreads, drinkin Pruno
Cocoa and coffee Cadillacs, jumpin jacks
Takin flicks, shootin kites, makin wishes
Fuck around and get mad on the strength of con-ju-gal vi-sits
Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee()
Keep my shank close by me when I'm slee-py
Shouldn'ta caught me, shouldn'ta never found me
Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late, it is what it izzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
[Kaveo]
Oh, ohh I see
It is what it was, and what it was is just what's been taught
Handle biz when it's to be done, and I mean rip you dig
Cause ain't no sense in savin leftovers
That's yesterday's thing, roll with the right now
and everything gon' be is, what it izzzzzz..
Base Chorus: Suga T
1: I wanna thank you, pimps and players
2: for sharing your game with me
3: I wanna thank all.. of the hustlers
4: for showing me your life, on the street
5: And I know.. that'll I never
6: for-get you
7: Oooo-oooo-ooooh, forget about you
8: Ohhh-ohh-ohh
[E-40 over Chorus]
3: All the hustlers
4: C'mon, that's right
5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never..
6: forget you
7: Sprinkle me mayne
8: Uhh, sprinkle me mayne
[E-40]
Ahh.. laced up by the best, check it out..
Uhh, marinatin on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can tell that the Hillside was his home
Mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers
cause he got a chop suey in the bushes
Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylors drinkin Boilermakers
M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde English
Around the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth
() where I come () DEAD RIGHT, twerkin over shit
Business boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy camper
til the homey beat his bootch down for no reason with the Zenith hammer
Thangs started gettin sloppy, dude started rollin over
Niggaz started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack synthetic yola
Turf got hot hella heads got shot on dead body soil
Po'-po's on that ass like hot baby oil
Play your cards right son everybody can have cash
but you gotta get in and out if you expect 'em to last
Base Chorus
[E-40 over Chorus]
1: Uhh.. pimps and players
2: For sharing your game with me
3: All the hustlers
4: fo' showin me yo' life on the streets
5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never..
6: forget you, that's real
7: Sprinkle me mayne
8: Lace me mayne
*: Lace me mayne..
[E-40]
I was sprinkled at a young age
Laced down with Trump tight, taught by the best
Some of them still livin, some of them done been put to rest
but I was blessed, and luckily I made it out
but I must confess, I wouldn'ta made it without
the big timers, the top-hats, the tycoons
The street hustlers, the pistol packin Daniel Boone's
that put it down and paved the way, for me to say
the things I say, and I'm proud to be straight from the Yay
To U.K.() I spits this big time talkin shit all day
Nationwide, from where I stay to where you stay
B like the Savage beast, keep yo' game creased
Stick to the rules and don't be sellin out to no police
I always paid attention when the game was preached
Had all the street slang and the latest speech
And now I'm makin more mail than a oil well
Up all night tryin to get my money orders right
Base Chorus
[E-40 over Chorus]
1: Uh, uh.. pimps and players (pimps and players)
2: For sharing your GAME with me
3: All the hustlers
4: C'mon (c'mon) fo' showin me yo' life on the streets
5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never..
6: forget you, that's so damn real
7: Sprinkle me mayne
8: Sprinkle me mayne
*: Suga, sprinkle me gal
*: Suga.. c'mon uh, sprinkle me gal
[Suga T]
It started from my momma (yo' MOMMA) Hard headed and all
She said, quot;Only the strong survive, Suga STAY STRONG quot;
Seein a bunch of fools, that used to ride
smob, stay jobbin knew they was raw
without a pot to piss in
Used to drive through the turf in them candy paint Benzes
I've run all this game that the hustlers pop
Spittin enough game to keep a notch on the jock
Now the game's the same, but the players changed
Ain't nothin but a thang, keep it real mayne
Timer timer (timer timer)
Uhh, yeah, that's my nogga - sprinkle thee
Paper chasin steady flowin to the dome
It ain't no place like home, oooh oooh
Pay my respects and give my contributions
to all the soldiers on the streets and in the institutions
Base Chorus
[E-40 over Chorus] {Suga T over Chorus}
1: Insti-TUTIONS {I wanna thank you, pimps and players} that's right
2: FO' ShaRIn yo' GaME wiTh ME
3: Uhh {yeahhh.. ooh ooh ooh} all the hustlers
4: That's so damn real
5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never..
6: {forget you} forget you
7: Lace me mayne, sprinkle me mayne {and that's real}
8: C'mon, sprinkle me mayne {yeah} that's right
*: Lace me mayne.. {sprinkle thee}
Base Chorus
[E-40 over Chorus]
That right Forty-water, from the C-L-I-C-K
with my sista Suga T
Lettin y'all know how we do it up in the Yay
7-0-7 4-1-5 1-0
That's the car() I roll with
And it goes for all the hustlers nationwide
Pimpin players, for tyin my shoes and lacin me up
Righteous people be knowin' what I be doin'
Is protect my peoples million dollar spot
Uhh, that's right, uhh, my million dollar spot
My million dollar spot, my million dollar spot
My million dollar spot, on the block bring it hot
On the spot, my million dollar spot, uh
Major loot, seriously niggaz don't wanna dispute
Mysteriously a nigga die, when you play this game
And ain't know the time
I suck the life out your ass by pushin' mute
Shit can get stanky like a poot
I got dog poop crank, yes I pollute
Leave the whole block fully unrecouped
I'm like a record company, givin' out advancements
Get my money back, by any circumstances
My million dollar spot, not to mention
Drive through service, church's chicken
A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do'
Just in case I gotta throw away my yole
Bars around the house, bars around the window
Dope around the corner, broken down Pinto
You can tell who got the mail who got the biggest chops
My million dollar spot
I can take a chance, I could live in cans
Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot
I can take a chance, I could live in cans
Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot
It was more than just a dream for me
To be the King it seems I need a killer team to get the green for me
Hit the scene clean in my Chevy, now I'm ready for trouble
Count my rocks, set up shop, collect my fetti and bubble
Faded visions of me as a timer
Though marijuana clouds my vision I'm still watch for drama, ha-ha
They got me crossed tryin' to be the boss, no one can stop us
Niggaz dream of six figures, handle our business in choppers
Feds can't comprehend my ghetto slang, so I evade
And plot and plan a life of better thangs, all about my chedder main
Help me if I fall, can I ball for life
A half a key in my drawers, bein' cautious like
I wanna rise keep my eyes open
Witness motherfuckers die with they eyes open
My niggaz rise smokin' any busta bitch tryin' to stop my wish
To have a million dollar spot gettin' riches, nigga
I can take a chance, I could live in cans
Bring it on the block, million dollar spot
I can take a chance, I could live in cans
Bring it on the block, million dollar spot
Nuttin' but the motherfuckin' hog in me
Hit the Hillside trapped with thirty-six O-Z's
Serve nothin' but doves, no twat no love
Now nigga don't make me get these burner gloves
I got the whole block jumpin' like the Mardi Gras
Nothin' but a dope fiend party y'all
I'm lovin' this game, it's my favorite sport
Come short get burnt with the Newport
I'm in the four O, and 'Pac came to see me
Smobbin' in a nine-six drop rose Bentley, shit be
Caution for these niggaz on the ocean
A sip of the potion now your nigga be in motion
Bossin' hopin' federal thieves don't raid
Catch me with a glock and a box of grenades
I'm tryin' to get paid, all about my lucci
Now bitch put this motherfuckin' key in your coochie
Motherfuckers hoe hard!
Ya understand that? Motherfuckers hoe hard!
We got shit jumpin' off on every spot
We got crank methamphetamines
Dope for ass to get yo' cash, motherfucker
We got big pimpin', ya understand
We got solicitin', ya know
We got all kind of shit, prostitution it don't stop
Motherfucker tryin' to just get his cash
On the motherfuckin' million dollar spot
I can take a chance, I could live in cans
Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot
I can take a chance, I could live in cans
[Steve Scales]
Good things come to those
who stays on they toes
Don't you e-ver stop
Al-ways keep it hot
[Forty] Potnah this bubonic cuts, that other shit is high
[Legit] Fuck what you talkin about, throw me that childproof lighter
[Forty] Oh youse a smoker huh Then go on and flame
I heard you got some shit and heard it come from Spain
[Legit] Naw, Amsterdam, I got it from the hemp man
Bought the weed cause I love what it do to me
Five o'clock in the traffic and I be fiendin
Without the bomb nigga life has no meanin
[E-40]
Okay.. see I be krunkin() to profession in American-o()
Cristal Brothers Brandy all down the throat
Steady dippin call me Funk Master Flex
Ass since mom and daddy had sex
[B-Legit]
Got yo' nigga daydreamin, smebbin in a check-U
Floatin in a cloud, music up hella loud
Proud to be in the land of the lights and the beer
Got me where I ain't carin
.. because I like what you doin to me
.. because I like what you doin to me
[E-40]
It's like this and that to fuckin with your dick on hard
And nigga ain't no Pebble Beach in my backyard
Rackateerin, smearin, no foreseein
Shit folks ain't even used to hearin
[B-Legit]
We break bread with the (), thick ass bitch with the tits
and the anus, off the English, how her body speak her own language
And it's cool when she speakin to me
I let the hoochie run through me
[E-40]
I seen him walkin in the rain
I guess the nigga owe too much to the game
They say the nigga used to drive a Mustang
I'm thinkin potnah musta went against the grain like a lane
[B-Legit]
I cross artists No not B-Legit
Catch nine of the last ten in my clip
Don't trip, a bitch can't do in me
but I be likin what she doin to me
.. because I like what you doin to me
.. because I like what you doin to me
[B-Legit]
Just think, I used to have to flip cabbage
And now I ride in a nine-seven whip Caddy
Meal game, they call me by my stage name
Hella G's when I spit this game
[E-40]
But just think, I used to sell them weights
But now I'm all off into real estates, huh
We put our city on the map, raise clientele
Made it so niggaz can be proud to say they from Vallel'
[B-Legit]
()side - man I went to school with them
Had him in my class, never thought the fool'd pass
But now I took advantage of the opportunity
and I love what it do to me
[E-40]
They say that I got cousins I ain't never met
Think I'm big-headed, think I'm all that
They say that I don't give to my community
but I be likin what they doin to me
.. because I like what you doin to me
.. because I like what you doin to me
[Steve Scales] - repeat 4X
Good things come to those
who stays on they toes
Don't you e-ver stop
Al-ways keep it hot
quot;I'm a little mannish motherfucker
I take after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling yola.. quot;
[E-40]
Here take a swig of this bourbon
Hit that, hit that baby
Aight dude.. ay who who's foolin right there (Who dat)
Aight nigga ay get down nigga .. {*gunfire starts going off*}
AY NIGGA GET DOWN NIGGA! Ay nigga GET DOWN NIGGA (Shit!)
Wuh, we about
seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggaz
On the dopetrack workin overtime full of fuckin 'D' (D!)
Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood
of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
generatin through mah street, a week
Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I'm doin if I'm alright
When a motherfucker's starvin and strugglin
even on my hip pretty much needlin and jugglin
there STILL ain't gonna never be enough lovin!
I'm tired of rippin and runnin, dodgin and duckin bullets
I KNOW MY TIME IS COMIN - death is on me bad
The walls is closin in, I wish I had a dad
but left when I was ten, so moms is all I had
And she was there for me until I ran away from the pad
And now she disowned me and she don't claim me
Reverend wouldja put some blessin oil on my head
before I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead - scared
I guess a hard-head make a soft-ass ()
I ain't gon' last if I keep fuckin with this fast life
Chorus: E-40 and Lil' E (repeat 2X)
He would grow up to be nothin but a hoodlum
or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, UH
(He would grow up to be nuttin but a hoodlum
or either in jail, or someone would shoot him)
[E-40]
Ah, I page my ties even though the money's filthy
Don't wanna go to church, because I feel guilty
Nope - I DON'T WANNA DIE - cause when the preacher preach the gospel
I BE READY TO CRY - up in the Church of Pentecostal
I don't think I'ma make it to see twenty-five
til I wash my hands and come clean
Shit I'll be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteen
No life to give for that nastiness
as a rebellious disobedient-ass problem child
He's easily influenced - hangin around the wrong crowd
I'm willin to do almost anything,
whatever it takes to make my allowance
I'm on prescription medication, chemically off-balance
Got me snatchin up (), pickin up hits
Pick-pickin indo's (do's), and pullin licks
Chorus
[Lil' E]
But daddy (Yes son) Tie my shoes (okay) lace me up (uh)
Hook me up, like a tow-track maaaaan (aight)
Ear-hustlin, make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur (what)
When it comes to this thang man I'm conniseur (conniseur)
I read through the punk registry in the Robb Report (what)
I come off like dat
Grew up around slick talkers (ah)
A pa-a poppin con artists (what)
Go straight to the () and get a bad leather jacket
() () bankrupt!
[E-40]
Boy you..
Like you when I was younger
but I got my life together and I bettered myself as I got older
Na-uh now I entertain (entertain) a sss-uh, a-smeb rover (a smeb rover)
Street smarts with a degree and a diploma
Chorus 2X
[E-40]
Ah give it to me, uhh..
Uhh..
Uhh..
Come on, uhh..
Give it to me, uhh..
[E-40]
Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm () one left with yo-yo
Seven houses down, black street, dark () folk don't matter tho'
I don't know who to trust, what to look fo'
How many niggaz wanna kill me
I'm havin a, hard time tryin to determine
if that's the homey, or the enemy
Ol' shady-ass, no build for that
Just lookin like he plottin on somethin-ass nigga
But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin
and I'll get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga
One of the main rules, of the game, without a doubt
Nigga don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it
Nigga that's a good way to get your brains blow out
Motherfucker like me get to flashin then I lose it
Leave that ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you betta be real about this shit
If you in it you in it don't be no punk
Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggaz don't FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK
[T-Pup]
Two brothers goin sack for sack
in the back of the 'llac, takin a whiffle
Strippin the fuck up out of some willow
Poppin ecstasy like Skittles
It'll get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones
Way girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it
What goes around comes around tryin to steal this () Brady hostess
Keep your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and smoke us
Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No mercy on haters or no bitches
Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take some chances
so we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances
Chorus: various singers together
Takin all these CHANCES
You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES
Penitentiary CHANCES
You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES
Chorus Two: Cold 187um, Kokane + more (repeat 2X)
I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Til I copped a sack, and put it down like that
and rolled out like it didn't even fade me
[Yukmouth]
Nigga - slang suga delight enough to get my hustle right
It's double like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights
Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokest
motherfucker, now I'm the closest nigga to ballin ferocious
motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard
(Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't easy and motherfucker only if you breezy
Easy does it, I does it do it off the fluid
Come with the newest shit I come through with
Bitch don't you hear the music
(Don't you hear the music Too sexy for my shirt)
Too sexy for my shirt so bad hurt
niggaz on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirt
a Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of X-O
or maybe cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of ethel
You can't love it, don't leave the ghetto
Me and I'm heated like two jugs of methyl
[Numskull]
Damn, ()cydal shit when vital shit starts to happen
Eager to be the nigga just for cappin
Strappin up ain't no thang, it's survival
It's makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals
It's +Higher Learning+, but it's +True Lies+
when it comes to the +Superfly+
Speedy Gonzalez destroyes from the Eastside
Is it ridicule or stardom Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon
I'm makin niggaz fall like cops on +Rage in Harlem+
(Beotch!) I'm on some moonshine shit
Bit the cork off the Cristal
I'm drunk so let me chill for a while
Chorus
Chorus Two
[Celly Cel]
Aww yeah yeah now niggaz know
Well ain't no sense in me fuckin around
My stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound
to touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks
Slide a faulty bitch up under these niggaz
and killin 'em off with sex
Ain't no tellin what angle I'm comin with these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin tap dancers
on your hood for breedin snitch bitch-made niggaz
Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed niggaz
I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters
() take a long time business to get paid
to get rid of you cheater
Chatter police-ass niggaz takin chances (takin chances)
Man you can't fuck with these circumstances
[E-40]
And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin to mark them yungsta
cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some garbage dusters
Tryin to throw yo' weight around,
like you gon', uhh, take over a spot
Nigga don't you know these youngsters nowadays
be off that water and hot
Chorus
Chorus Two
Intro: E-40
*burrrp, burp*
Yeah, focus pocus, skiggedy-skat
It ain't nuttin but me
That nigga E-40
Finna sprinkle some of you fools with some of this
This G-A-M-E man some of this game
Understand my sista
Finna sprinkle you fools with sprinkle sista
Understand this doe
It don't stop til the motherfucking glock pop
[Don't stop] and fuck a glock I'm fuckin with a 6R
P226 Diana Ross cousin nina
Misdemeanor, that's what we do, understand it
Verse One: E-40
I be more hipper than a hippopotamus
Get off in your head like a neurologist
Pushin more weight than Atlas
Got a partner by the name of 2Pacalypse
The seven-oh-seven my roost go hella fall back to Floyd Terrace
I pull a forty out of my ballcap
and den I flush it down my esopha-garus
The group that I'm with The Click
Shigge-D-Shot, Legit
Family orientated
Game related, it's the shit
Killing motherfuckers off crucial
Sittin em down mutual
Running through these lyrics as if I was fibered
like Metamucil
Timah timah.... forty widah.. forty wide
Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main
Big timah timah, big timah.... forty widah-ahh
Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main
Kick that shit Suga
Verse Two: Suga T
Here comes the top notch, ooh ooh ooh here I be
Clicked out me Suga T from the V
I'm quick to smob (quick to smob), always down for the job
Ya gotta strut that's a gang of shot (gang of shot)
Ooh ooh ooh I'm a fool
Slangin more mail as I slides through your hood
Straight shakin all, these bustas and busterettes
Tryin to claim fame off my Chavez rep (Chavez rep)
Ohh, why oh why must I be so tight (Why oh why)
Most folks tell me, Suga you ain't right (Why oh why Suga you ain't right)
It makes me wanna scream while I make ya holler
Pullin a gang of clout like that al-mighty dollar
Chorus: E-40, Suga T
Suga Suga (ahh yeah that's me) Suga Suga
That's my sista (you know my name!)
Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl (ahaha)
Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl
Suga Suga (that's what they call me)
Dat's my sista (I ain't right!)
Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl
Verse Three: E-40, Suga T
(Check the flotation!)
Nigga PHin on a playa makin mega
Tryin to knock the hustle just because we way too major
(E they try to test your testicles, you know that shit ain't cool)
Suga don't make me have to come up out the sound booth
and act a fuckin fool
(All these old hoe-cake ass niggaz, they make me so damn sick)
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM ON A TRICK
Playa play her for false and get rubbed off ya don't want malse
Fuck around and get evaporated
Chorus: E-40
Cause I'ma timah timah.... timah timah
Forty widah... forty wide
Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main
Big timah timah... big timah
Forty widah... forty wide
Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main
That's what we do, beatch!
Understand this shit, understand it
What's happenin Suga, you in this bitch with me
(haha thought you heard)
Yeah that's what we do for the motherfuckin... nine-five
(ha for the nine-five, yeah)
Sick Wid It Records, Jive all the time
(understandin the system main)
It's Mob City, V-Town, it's Mob City
It's Mob City V-Town niggaz
(mobbin through ya hood)
Mob shit bitch
I know you know
But check game doe
I'm in the S-E 4-double-oh
Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh
The hoe want me to come swoop
Take her for a ride in my blue Lex Luther
But the bitch ain't got no gas fetti
So I burnt her like fast Freddy
Hit me on the first when your mail has come
And maybe we can go to the mall or somethin'
Heavy ass shit for the mob
When I make a zillion I resign
I'm realer than a hundred dollar bill with the line across
When Christmas come around ask Santa Claus
Santa do you know E-40?
Bet you that nigga say, "That's my homey!"
We used to perv grind curb trip to my grandma
Kahlua with them brandy almost every day
Cardiac is cool, but I'm on gin
Santa bought me, a new mac-10
Yeah, click shit makes a motherfucker's night
Niggaz listen to it 'cuz it's light
Crooked twisted unlisted on the highways
We riding sideways, beotch
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Back up the coupe and roll sideways
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Made a left at the corner 'cuz it was hoes
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
I'm looking for a big seat
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Hoes see this type of shit and go reala
I'm riding city to city me and leviti
So get your toilet paper 'cuz it's gon' get shitty
I hit the highway goin' east
Twenty-two ounces of yeast
I'm playin' this game 'cuz a nigga my age be
I met her last night and today she paged me
Wanna know if b-legit can kick it tonight
Only sixteen, way too tight
But age ain't nothin' but a number
Baby got her hair done by shanda
Nine nine ten, eleven and up
If you bleed, you get fucked
No not me, not fo'-oh
I break the bootch down with a two by fo'
Every fuckin' day is a holiday, celebration
When the bitch is actin' crabby
That means she's on her menestration
I be like fuckin' em like dissin' it to the highest
Talkin' more shit than kalidous
A str-uh, strizuck out in my cutlass supreme on a Friday
Which way we ridin'
Riding sideways, beotch
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Doing about a buck fifty
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Danked out and full of that cisco
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Pervin' swervin' runnin' all into the curb
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
'Bout a gallon to the dome, then that's the hit
See I'ma hogg nigga, Beverly hill Billy
Neck bone, socks, tails, pork 'N' beans and chili
Just like my nigga Celly, we likes to kick it silly
Regurgitate and kick a bootch move up out the telly
'Cause they out there bad ain't satisfied
Hoes just wanna be pacified
But I can't do no justice 'cuz the justice ain't to be did
Bitch you usin' too much red
Now I've been known to break niggaz off
Hard type or soft, line 'em up chalk 'em up as a loss
See me in the parking lot doing my thang
Love to see my old school dance in the rain
The po-po's came then they closed up shop
Smashed through the hood and we made that hot
You see the shit don't stop, motherfuckers pop
Seven-deuce drop coney air shocks
Riding through the shit like racer x
And if a motherfucker flex break back and necks
Running red lights and the right-of-ways
How we gonna get it doe?
We get it sideways, bitch
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Late at night up and down saying hi
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Be trapped trunk, stark boulevard
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Come here you little hard-ass boy
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
(spit that shit)
Durrin a playa like Ma Dukes
I think I recall when I got my first tooth
I was a teeny little ol teether perv on flea little bitches
Some like a little further on down the line
started fuckin with moonshine, all kind of wines
Stood in front of the liquor house so I can get mine, from old timers
Buy me a drank man I know it's against the law my name's liquor sport
What you need my little catarada a packet of kool-aid and some throw up
What else A thing of B's and a short naked Night Train
Whatchu gonna give me A crumpled up foodstamp that I won in a dice game
Preciate it playa, I'm up out of this bitch bout to go hook up
with my side hill now them shits relatives simple ones kinfolks
Good folks, y'know, y'know
Twisted, slogan, me and my fools be out there back pervin
To' back on your face and started to roll over
*chorus*
Let's perv, throw up, and drank again
Let's get high, loaded, and smoke again
(repeat 2X)
Just wakin up from my hang-over
Still high, like I swallowed an ounce of
hell yeah I don't wanna ever be sober
Like bein toishin, wake up in the same position, open up the safe
Peep the stash, lookin mighty healthy, plenty of cash
Grabbed my partner from up out the charger
And then made a dash called up the folks today is the day
for my nigga's birthday twelve o'clock come through gon get beat
By who By them hog mark niggaz in the cleats
We's deep, no remorse no feelings retardos no sorrow
Drink it til your motherfuckin insides turn holes to cross and wallow
Back to back, struck and strikin, that's your job (that's your job nigga)
To make you lift this tick, fuckit nigga blow a bottle
*chorus*
Room spinnin, dead
Got the garbage can next to the bed
Now I was tweakin off that old crazy ass commercial on BET Jackie Stallone
What made it so bad is I don't even know how I got home
Niggaz ain't feel me y'know fuck this sargeant general
when they peoples be lookin like that indo
Dicked a, barren, purple, fish sto'
Smob with me I'm tryin to told ya like you get to perkin
Ride to me I'll teach you some of this game that I be twerkin
Pull this motherfucker over main, you probably gotta go piss again
Don't even sweat it though just be on the lookout for so-and-so
now whatchu be callin them po-po's Tedelknows
Penelopes, grill up out of this bitch man
I got ones, let's go get some Hen main
*chorus*
[E-40 and son talking]
[E-40]
Why was I born in these trifling ass times?
Why is it mandatory that I carry knives?
Don't be to civil cuz even white folks get jacked to
Doctors, high class lawyers and even Japs too
You ask me why I speak the real the way I feel
How come we call bitches hoes and you call us nigeros?
They want to do me like they did Stacks
What is this young black man doing with all that scratch? huh
I see some timahs on the yayo track readin they mail
Talking bout "I got white girl for sale"
But they ain't talking to me cuz I'm an oldie and they knows that
I used to be just like them I tell them "y'all get that scratch"
Magazine was never nothing like Bel Air
High speed shot outs and shit but I loved it there
40 where you've been playa, it's been a while?
Marinatin' accumulating paper pal
Y'all kind of doin it huh, you still grindin?
Hell yeah, you know them tapes you keep rewinding
Money ain't changed me, money changed the way people think about me
When I was broke all I had was my family
You know what kills me doe them fuckin' numskulls
I hate when blacks be clowin blacks on all these talk shows
It's bad enough we shootin up each other tradgically
Two days ago they found some brother smothered badly
Nobody's to be trusted in this day and age
To much jealousy and envy on the wrong page
And fuck the po po because that 39% tax I pay
Don't get me nathan but a choke hold and some pepper spray
[Chorus]
Our father who art in heaven
How it be thy name thy kingdom come
That's the prayer that I say so spread the word
And if you feeling down and out read proverbs
You know that I've been tweakin off something strange
Startin to see a lot of womens at the shootin range
Domestic violence but here's an old ghetto myth
My potnas auntie scold her boyfriend with some hot grits
I'm from the G-E double T-T to the oh no
Where only few dare to go
[e-40 Jr.]
I spits game like a soldier
tonk since I told you this
Rap kingpin giant, six year old vocalist
You don't want to see me
Do it like I do that
All up in your tall-can face I tell you get more scrizatch
Y'alll need to get up on it
The game is way to deep
I'm not your average hustler
I be creepin while you sleep
Game, Straight game
Get up on it , Straight game
[Chorus]
*keys jangle*
Mmmmhmmm this bitch act like she *dog starts barking* gonna do something
I about to get me some of this Cuerve man
Finna go up to this bitch man got my motherfuckin helmet man
I'm finna get me some pussy! I'm gonna get some pussy!
*car door slams* Yessuh!
*tires peel out*
*gun shots ring out*
*car horn goes off*
*tires peel out*
This is the operator, I have a collect call from
Hey this yo' potnah main
Who is an inmate in a California State prison
To deny charges, hang up now
To accept charges, press five now
Well, 1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
Remember that game Fat Bank Take Skinny Bank?
Well now we play Skinny Bank Take Fat Bank
That's because it ain't no work bein' offered main
They act like they ain't even thinkin' 'bout us main
I promise I swear the po-po threw my homey in the slammer
Did him bad, wish I had my candid camera, made me mad
Vanilla be swarmin' like bees surveillance binoculars hidden in trees
Reliable sources copying keys, oh please
One for the life and two for death, three damn strikes no chances left
Let me tell ya lil' 'bout me E-40 and the C L I C
We used to have to use sheets for curtains, socks for wash towels
I was happy as hell when my cousin gave me his hand-me-downs
This ain't no happy Shirley Temple talleistic crap
This here is serious more Realistic than Radio Shack
Observe as I strike a nerve, reach out and touch my kind
Open up your photo album man and I bet you find
Folks that passed away, potnahs that been blasted away
I miss you steal some liquor main, who got some tissue
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
Everybody wanna shoot 'em up bang bang
Way I was raised we had to knuckle up and throw them thangs
We got 'em up and you know I had to check 'em swell
'Cuz if I ran home and didn't fight back my mom'd beat that tail
Just received word from my folks upstate
They said, "They tryin' ta, they tryin' ta take away our weights
And no more beef and pork just Muslim books and fish fork"
And laps around the yard with my Walkman bumpin' this
Now I'm 'bouts ta get married, is it clever?
Thought it was, till I got the Dear John letter
Been down for ten bucks and got a eight year stay
And I just found out she had her baby yesterday
Ain't nobody been to see me yet but I ain't gonna worry
Man ya out there ballin' main can you drop a twenty upinmy commissary
My family thinks that I'm a thug homie
When you see my momma man give her a hug for me and tell her
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
Huh, thinkin' back, you gotta watch your back and play it well
Enjoyed myself when I was out there tryin' ta get in that mail
We used to kick it at the waterfront the whole Vallejo
Watchin' the pervin' contestses between E-40 and Del
That's what we did up under the bridge fools posted up
Choppin' game conversatin' gettin' toast up
Leanin' against my seamless convertible tops and boosted cleaners
Them Click boys mobbin' deep in cuts, actin' meanest
The good times, they gone, here in the can is my new phone
Guess in order to do some right I had to do some wrong
Picked up a package yesterday and I was happy
It was a box and full of goodies from my pappy
Tripped me out ain't seen or heard from Poppa Duke in years
Sent me a picture and some fetti dang they sheadin' tears
See first you born then you live then you die
One day soon I'll get another try, 1-luv
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
1-luv
1-luv, yeah yeah yeah yeah
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well
1-luv
(E-40)
Hey ah, which way should I steer ah
The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror
Pervin like a mothafucka swervin
Hope I don't scrub in my '95 Suburban
To go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes
Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin niggas tweak
Quick fast and a hurry don't worry 40 vision blurry
Shorty hit the freeways climbin like that nigga Joe Torre
(Celly Cel)
What do you know it's siggity Cel
That funky niggero that funky nigga doe
Kickin in doors you beta grab ya hoe
I see ya cruisin in the late night
creepin wit my nigga B-Legit and 40 water, ah shit
(40)
We're here-we're there-we're everywhere
Highly intox-icated but we don't care
(B-Legit)
I'm from the H.I.L.L. the place where my niggas bell
A mack muthafuckin 12 will send your ass straight to hell
(40)
A tick a tock, the shit da spot
They say them crazy muthafuckas pull out a chop
(B)
I watch them muthafuckas run
I do this shit for fun
You niggas know you can't get none
(40)
Biatch
Chorus-
I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O
H.I.L.L side doe
Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh
and they be like... (there they go,off to the liquor store)
(B)
I tell a bitch what the fuck you mean where I've been
And so what I smells like pussy and gin
I had money to make
Bitches to break and if the shit was out of line I had lives to take
I told you from the gate that I'm a mobster
Sippin DP eatin lobster
Don't get it confused you won't get abused
As long as you makin' me them revenues
(Cel)
That miggity mack, that diggity dang and that niggity nut
Jump in the back of my cut with a tramp slut and hit the gut
Ain't got no love for 'em all I love to do is dick 'em
Pass 'em to the extra mannish nigga 40 water
(40)
If I was popeye with a
You could kiss my big black royal
I'm not funkin' over Oliveoil
Last night I had a superbad in my room
She sucked me till my dick shriveled up like a prun
(Cel)
Well pass the Hussy to the left hand side
So I can bend her over hit it from the back and let her ride
You know it's Sick Wid It
Hog gotta put the shake down
Shot her to the left nigga hit me with the break down
Chorus
(40)
Beefeater, Tanqueray, Safire, Bombay
the punch bowl full of hurricane
That'll last a nigga dang near all day
Smokin' HERB we gets perved cop a squat
Let's hang out at the old Cola spot
(B)
Nigga I'm a Louie smokes damn near Q
So can I get a Twomp on my pager here
You been blowin' me up
I know you know the code
31 double 07 dash 9 eleven
(40)
High steppin'
Ya blankin off the blanks
Cuz I'm a “Rock star”Hate goin dove rock
Nigga let me use your fuckin car
All the way to sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday
Threw up money tore up ass botch you call the po po on me
Told 'em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Salonto County
Sheriffs pull my ass over, and book me caught me with a gun
And a bunch of Alezah bottles and they was askin me where I'm from
And I said bitch
Chorus
quot;There is something going on down here... quot; quot;In Vallejo. quot;
quot;FedEx! quot;
quot;In Vallejo, California quot; -- gt; E-40 quot;In Vallejo. quot;
quot;In Vallejo, California quot; -- gt; E-40
[Chorus: Suga T]
He said he's just a, timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex
High-powered lawyers, and a
young nigga havin his wayyyy!
[Verse One: E-40]
Lil' mannish ass nigga on restriction
cryin with his motherfuckin nose in the corner
Broke up out of that old punk shit and said,
quot;Momma I'ma do what the fuck I wanna! quot;
Hit the streets and make a wheelbarrow full of bread if I end up dead
then press delete -- I'm tired of eating powdered meat
Within a nigga timah to get to the grind, so that boy scored a quarter key
Two hundred and fifty-two electronic milligrams
We'll sell it like a coke candy organization
and I'm plugged with it, bail off into that old high-powered shit
These are the type of niggaz that'll let a nigga know
when the drought about to hit, my peach and jelly
Get a 40 and mask it, post it on God
Because me got me scratch paper buried in the backyard
Me and my Click roll thick f'real and be thinkin of funk like you a moth
Problems nigga Let that go or get your head tooken off
Catch you out of bounds on the wrong fuckin s-oil
Wrap that ass up like aluminim f-oil
I'm Fed Ex, heavy duty nigga, pushin weight (pushin weight)
From sardines and Spam to Teriyaki steak; motherfucker ain't but
plus sixteen, fuckin around with the skillet, makin a killin
Runnin through three or four units a week on the over over
Puttin the Whammy on em (Whammy on em)
Cake up and baking soda, ALL THAT old shit
(What's yo' occupation) Motherfucker I'm a timah
[Chorus: Suga T]
Timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex
High-powered lawyers, and a
young nigga havin his wayyyy!
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
[Verse Two: E-40]
Bitch I thought ya knew, bitch I thought ya knew -- huh, now check it
I'm to the point where I don't touch it no mo'
You probably got lieutenants and killers all on the squadron
with po-po's on payroll, huh
Lavish vehicles, they only make life fo'-up
Front row seats at the fights, takin long expensive flights, huh
Q's, P's, birth certificates and fake ID's
Like to drink liquor, with beadies and leaves
The motherfuckin fuzz wanna stop us
Found our fingerprints on some choppers
Listenin to the scanner, I hear the Penelope's say
quot;Man uhh, them nigger boys, I can't stand uhh quot;
Young hoodlums sellin hawk, cloggin up the block
Inna come-a new 6-double-zero drop
We party in mansions V.I.P.'s nigga fuck a flier
Invite celebrities like E-40 and J.R. Ridah, timah
quot;I'm so serious! quot;
quot;I'm so serious brotha! quot;
quot;I'm so serious brotha! quot;
quot;I got n.... quot;
[Chorus: Suga T]
He said he's just a, timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex
High-powered lawyers, and a
young nigga havin his wayyyy!
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
*cell phone rings*
quot;Hall-oh quot; quot;Wassup fool! quot;
quot;Whas happenin who dis quot; quot;Nigga it's yo' boy! quot;
quot;My bo-... quot;
quot;WHASSUP YOU TIMAH WHEN YO' ASS GOIN TOWN quot;
quot;On a mission about my mail, to the hillside of Vallejo quot; (7X)
[Verse Three: E-40]
You niggaz got me fucked, FUCKED UP
Me yanked myself up out the game, hold up, motherfucker
I got bills to pay, nigga if you don't get out my way
I'm gonna peels your toupee
I'm in it to stay and I'm straight from the Bay
but I never woulda thought that I would feel like
that I can invest my money in a franchise
Get em up out the hood before my homies lose they lizzives
Buy a fuckin record company and watch my mail rise
Ha ha, yeah, timah
Big Timah, a motherfucker have his br-ead, may-an
Fed Ex to the highest degree, tax free
Ballin out of motherfuckin control
A major factor playin a white man's game man
Sneak in and sneak out
Campaign champagne and clam thang
Game can be sold and told at the same time
And this shit here is designed to sprinkle yo' mind
High-powered ass shit man for my high-powered ass Clickalation
Get it while it's good before it's to graduation
Understand me
[Chorus: Suga T]
He said he's just a, timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex
High-powered lawyers, and a
young nigga havin his wayyyy!
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
Timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex
High-powered lawyers, and a
young nigga havin his wayyyy!
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
Verse One: E-40
I'm really not all that sure
bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a grip
and hit his ass quick with one of them whoops
(What's the definition of a lick)
Taking a niggaz shit
(Hey put that on sumthin)
I put that on The Click, The Click
Back to fuckin work one of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted
them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's called survival
What y'all wanna do They got us scuffled
(bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false
We had em eatin, shit 'posed to been squashed
I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all
She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball
Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious
Verse Two: Spice-1
Nigga been holdin guts, but shit on hisself and a funky bill
Pullin out bills, frontin on material shit
that's when I get to killin shit (killin shit)
And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug
Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin this twisted
It's that bitch that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's
while a nigga be puttin on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton
before you can hit the broccoli
See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money
Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets
That's why that nigga naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets
It's just a part of the game he didn't feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted
Dusted and di-motherfuckin-sgusted
Chorus: E-40
Some cold hearted shit
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted bitches
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas
Some cold hearted shit
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted bitched
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Dusted and disgusted
Verse Three: E-40, 2Pac
Let's let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, out, shhh lost clientele but I will prevail
by sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
try not to steal narcotics
When these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why
the smoke be comin up out the chow, with my nigga Pac
Dear God, can you forgive me My future's lookin sick
I'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these bitches
I keep on, calllin, but ain't nobody pickin up
I think she's stallin, this evil bitch is tryin ta set me up
Came all alone if it's on then it's on
Where's my motherfuckin chrome, only jealous niggaz roam
It's a war zone (war zone) but I'm a man so with gun in hand
I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin plan
Can't understand, but the things ain't the same
You could die over these bitches if you slippin in the game
Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain
If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga
Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin fool
(These hoes out here tryin to hold a nigga's heart
So a nigga get his money fucked with
Almost in-laws)
Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down
What's gonna happen
(Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if
a bitch ridin)
(Yeah main, them hoes talented
They be fuckin with mo' MC's at Jack the Rapper)
(Aight fuck it, what you say Mall
Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga)
Verse Four: Mac Mall, Spice-1, E-40
The California lifestyle that I live
Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus don't give
A flyin fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low
Bay Area playa, tryin ta have shit major
And a bitch won't save ya
so I ain't playin Captain Save a Hoe
I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone
I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass
Them hoes jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got smokin on that hash
Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash
Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with clusters
Slippin in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (the lo pink)
You love them Bootsy bitches, can't let them pussy bitches
gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check her fast
Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast
Cause bulletproof ain't doin no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
now, niggaz comin up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin floor
damn, hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest
Now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flatline over those, one nigga less
One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin the flesh, dem bitches played a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin to told ya end up dusted
Chorus
Zapp IV beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back
Water in the duals make loud glass pack
Gold tippytoes without a liquor crown
Bought a set of vogues and left the, stickers on
Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks
Paid cash, all ones
Some old bitch came up to me and said, quot;What's the latest bro quot;
I said, quot;I'm tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas hoe quot;
She said, quot;Can I roll with you I get the dicks hard quot;
I said, quot;You can work the strips and on my boulevard quot;
quot;How much would I make quot; I said, quot;Mega
Just bring me back my scrill scratch paper quot;
Heart heart money money street street hustle
Sex, drugs, smuggle, bubble
Horns, dialin, speakers, subbin
Sound just like the inside of a club-bin
How many times could a Conrad come so buttery
Always on to' back have people lovin me
Alcoholic drunk that ain't no gimmick B
I'm always in and out the Betty Ford clinic see
Drunk paraphenalia cream butterscotch
Illegal like a garbage of hover rocks
Workin off my pager you know the ropes I'm makin that
cabbage cornbread like Oprah
Diamond satch-uels from ja-fuckin-hoe
Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt
In a Major Way I tried to told ya
Niggaz have my shit fucked back in the days but now they know a
Sold a bunch of units underground
They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town
Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main
But I'm alive, they was talkin about somebody else main
*chorus*
We say dem niggaz P.H.
But dey really ain't knowin, dey ain't no
Me rather stack more papes
And steady get to bubblin, yeah fo' sho'
Revenues, on my mind
I can't hold back, now's the time
Bust a dope addict crack fiend in the jaw
Fool had his spook on tried to steal my car
Da Bay, where hoes be janky, sheist
And niggaz, do so much dirt we got lice
Prices, go up and down like a teeter-totter
Filthy shit, ring around the collar
Just the other day I heard a Bootsy nigga shout
quot;Man that nigga don't be doin all that damn shit he talk about quot;
Fools think they know me think they got me figured out
But nigga... nigga!!
I plays this shit for bread and meat
So nigga if you feel froggish leap
I don't smoke dog food sherm loop or snow
But I leave a trail of beadies everywhere I go
So tell a friend like Alpha Beta
I'm gonna get it like T.C. the money maker, I know you're with it
Mayday mayday, unexplained object comin your way
Breaker breaker it's E-40 bitches call me the ahh
ballin ass, tight clean talkin Big Willer
Money hungry, penny pinchin stingy nigga
On the sc-rilla, always on the go-getter
Scoop a baitch and we can split her
*chorus*
Me have no time for de bullshiters (4X)
I flipped a Lexi, speed up and catch me
Lexus of Concord, reached out and touched me
Some of you hoe fake ass niggas like Roz, be messy
I know some beautiful black intelligent women, they're sexy
E-40's back and blackened
I don't be barkin, nor even high cappin
You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin
Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven
Bet your persodian, 30-R-6-castodian
Special shout to Casual Del the Souls and opium
About the town, the Valley-Joe
Just like a democratic, I'm for' the po'
Fuck the bumble, New Clik Shit ain't no punk hoe
Pedestrian stumble sound like a gorilla
tryin to get up out of a trunk hoe
Continue strikin it, hope you likin it
Filthy McNasties at the bus stop hitchhikin' it
Every egg that I pull in bulges
When it comes to spittin I'm ferocious
Management in cabbages, Savage
Hangin out when all the sudden I'm eatin ham sandwiches
All day, everyday, 40 play, he say
She say, bieetch! that-a-way
Keep it goin though - don't stop
Shakin baking soda, forms a rock
36 steps on a triple beam scale
Burn the duct tape but keep all the ya-yo
Rip a peel, extra crisp, really really
Ate it like I'm a specialist
(Drisidrisomina) is the illest zaggin
Thinkin I put cause like this
You know I'm (puzackin')
M the mornin, cookin bacon
From the ghetto in the bullet-proof apron
Here comes the laws, valium crushin through my balls
I rip my drawers runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs
Some niggaz hate me, some niggaz love me
Some niggaz shake my paw, some niggaz mug
I see ya tweakin, I see ya peekin
Y'all bootches with me, why you sleepin
A motherfucker ain't gotta be Flash Gordon
always runnin up the backstreets in a batch
That having a hoe protect the shit won't work
that batch just wants your scrizzach
Lettin em know, preferred zodiac sign Scorpio
See the breeze soldier, V-A-L-L-E-J-O
Never show witness to your
Never leave your crib with out your pepper, beeotch!
I'm tryin to get legal with it
Open up a shop cotton candy and licorice
Cash in stashes, that's a must
We leavin with a million and that's a plus
Don't get it twisted, don't try to find me
Might be in Switzerland, or Hawaii
1-2-3-40, wheels new shoes scrappin toe to toe
Crack black jack and keno, strike sideways hit Reno
Ball cappin, no smilin
Sittin lo somethin profilin, beeitch!
Fuck the bumble, you bitches it ain't no punk hoe
You clits it ain't no punk hoe
(Outro chit chat)
Marinatin on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can tell that the hillside was his home
Mo' scratch than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chop suey in the bushes
Bootsee let me define it you can rewind it after I finish spittin'
Now I want you to tell me if you know somebody in yo town that fit the description
A sucka, a ignorant mothafucka
One of them show boatin' high sidin' want to get some attention type nagas
Just as flashy but bitches be askin me
If they can borrow a couple of bucks until tuesday
Pleases that man go say no man be tryin to play Captain Save A Hoe
Gettin marked by all them sneaky caniving ass set up hoes
You see bootsee is that ol' nigga with that ol' gold around his neck
Gold around his muthafuckin house, gold around his muthafuckin pet
Got everybody in the town thinkin' he sittin' nice on at least 20 ki's
But bootsee ain't movin nothin but half thangs
Straight fuckin with some of y'all niggas domes
Braggin and boastin, How can I make this shit look clean
Y'all really want to know who the man behind the fat sack well lookie here
Sho nuf ain't bootsee boss and thats for sure
Cuz bootsee be frontin himself off y'all niggas just don't know
The ones you least expect you know them square ass niggas in your city
They be the ones who have a grip , they be the ones who be sittin pretty
Instead of tryin to be super to start a fuckin track man
What a nigga really need to do is sit back and straight stack man
Cuz I've been on this Earth for 3 and some odd months man
Trippin off how these niggas out here be straight transforming
Laughing and smiling, loving and hugging a brother grinning
Turn around and talk behind your back the next minute
Bitch we call him bootsee
Chorus
Let me define it you can rewind it after I finish spittin
But what about bootsee
It be them bootsee muthafuckas in your town that's always game
It be them bootsee muthafuckas in your town that's always game
bootsee is that busta with in no gizame,
with in no gizame, with in no gizame
You's a loud talkin runnin off the mouth deeck
Wishy washy be puttin yourself on front street
Sloppy grindin, failizing, bitch buying pussy licka
That's what hella heads be sayin about that bootsee nigga
And ah
In case some of y'all ain't knowin this
Do to do almost anything to be noticed
Like ah
Pull out his whole bank account and dang near everything he owns
And ah
Tell everybody in the hood that he got a chip in his phone
And how the fuck you gone be about you scratch when you gossip like a
batch
And all them fools know where your stash be at
That ain't no sharp shit
Nigga that's that hoe shit
Potna just keep on doin what you do and watch your perv get peeled
Ridin around here loose stickin out dumb like a soar thumb
Nigga tell the truth
Don't have a gun but I need one
You want to come up quick in this old shit so you can get it
But how the fuck you gone make your revees givin out credit
To tweakers, droamers, drifters, leftovers, geekers, zombies
Folks that steal from they mommies
When I was doin my thang I had strategy main
Sellin' that “white girl” you should have seen me main
You would have been proud of yo nigga cuz I was briliant wid it
I snuck in and snuck out without slippin in it
Get what you need out the game and sit your ass down
Invest your money in some thangs and start clockin' pal
Chorus
Rat heads get nothin but cheese y'all
(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch) 4x
[ VERSE 1 ]
Would you look, would you listen
Niggas be snitchin, talkin, rattin
All up in the joint, man, singin, chattin
Talkin all that old really fruitful riff-raff-ass shit, mayn
Speakin on every nigga in the muthafuckin dope game
He's scared like a mice
Po-po's talkin about 25 to life
But real niggas do the time, and pay the price, though
Rat heads give up game to the vice, you know
Trick sap wanna hang hisself like a dick
Just because he got popped with a half a zip
Chow time, niggas rush for the vittles
But rat head wants to the talk to the po-pos
Get me outta here, dude, I'm losin weight stressin
So they offer that man some police protection
He couldn't be from the Hillside or the south
Cause my side of town don't go runnin off at the mouth
Mickey Mouse spilled his guts
He said, quot;They all drive Chevys and Cuts' quot;
But they let him out without a doubt
Nothin-ass nigga, he straight ratted us out
[ VERSE 2 ]
But since he sang such a good song
The pigs even gave his ass a ride home
The blind mice couldn't read braille
They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over Vallejo
Popo's gives up no slack, all through the dope tracks
Lettin this shit really be known, jack
To get a bit too far, kind of ridiculously
Handed the rat some money, and said, quot;Nnow you work for me quot;
He was all for the scratch, see, and just like a batch, gee
The nigga played the role of a pussy
Little old peck, crevas-faced faggot
Nigga sold out, and now he wears a snitch jacket
On the turf they wants to get with his p.g.
But it'll draw too much heat, so they wait patiently
He won't be seen no time soon
Cause in the V-Town he's doomed
Packed up and straight cut to susun
Got in the grill with all the hoods and thugs
Expressin, quot;I'm from the V-Town, duke 707 quot;
Niggas and bitches was trippin and shit, havin a fit
He said, quot;I even know E-40 and the fuckin Click quot;
They damn near shitted, boss
Not knownin that the nigga was lyin his ass off
Meanwhile, back in Vallejo
Brothers gettin knocked for possession of sale
The other races get away clean, brother
But niggas, we always gotta rat on each other
[ VERSE 3 ]
A party jumps off on Blueberg Street
Vallejo niggas in that muthafucka hella deep
No funk, no static, nobody's thinkin about a war
We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes galore
Baththub full of liqor and wine
M.D. 20/20, Ever Clear, and Rossi wine
All the danksters gather up
They play the five second game. hold it in, and get stupid stuck
Hoes gettin poked in the backroom
Fools goin home smellin like perfume
Nothin but ballers from different towns
A house full of Nino Browns
Shootin pool, playin craps and dominos
Niggas jackin off decks and five point o's
It's all good, cause nobody gives a fuck
But look who pops up
(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch)
Vallejo niggas yelled out (Snitch!)
Mobbed his ass, beat him down to the dirt
And straight went bezerk
(yawn)(burp)
It's 9 AM (fuck)time for a poisima,
life at incent, sit on the toiletsump
The Rossi got me smellin like I'm dead inside (sniff)
I'm stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin' to hide
I gotta go, flush the cumode, k ,
threw on the same damn clothes I woreyesterday
Me got some niggaz come down from outta town see
They want to meet me half way at the Nut Tree
But I'm starvin' so I'm Chargin'
15-5 for the Margerine, A-1 Yola tightly packed,
17-5 for the coochierack
Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milameter bereta
The broad that be holdin' my D she love me,
long as I keep dickin her down properly
Sittin low in my cut not like a failure,
in front of baby's house
straight talkin on a cellular
Bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake,
with the gypsyness before it's too late
Penitentury time drastic, here she come with a Kilo in a baby basket
Gotta play your cards right, game tight,
can't be slippin in the 90's, damn right
Chorus -
Outsmart the Po Po,
known to the marks as the don't knows,
you gotta
I wear street clothes
pants be saggin', I'm not bootsee
and I don't drive a dope wagon
Huh, Got a grip and I don't be braggin,
can't be laggin', gotta keep stackin' (yeah)
I keeps me a strap in case ah, I gots to shoot a simp in his face ah,
It's better to be got with then without,
Jealous muthafuckas would love it if they heard that I was tweakin' out
Seniors in the summertime, ralleys in the winter (yeah)
Ridin' with a light skinned big booty tender
Harass them muthafuckas on gold shoes,
tryin' to put a stop on my revenues
The Po Po I dislike em (hate em)
Crooked ass cops will make you vital
But you know that I know the Po Po
would love for a nigga to even attempt to act black
That's why you gotta-
Chorus
(B-Legit)
It's Saturday night and to the night club
I got the Tanqueray, juice, and the Green Bud
Tacked on the freeway doin' fifty ya'll,
a brand new thang lookin nifty ya'll
I open the juice and then I take some swallows (yeah)
And the muthafuckin Gin to the same bottle (that's right)
Roll me a splift and put the ounce in the back (then what)
I keep it the trunk right next to the Gat (what they do doe)
Po Po jacked but can't fuck with me (what you got)
an open juice bottle and a little ol' doobie (what they got to kiss)
Cops better kiss my ass for a nigga like Legitament to blast
Chorus
Spittin'
[E-40]
Woke up in the A.M., toasted out of my cranium
Gotta take a shit, took a dump in the Mediterranean
Flushed the toilet, hit the shower
Snatched a fit up out the clos'
Miles of a '96 broom handle
Hangin half-way out my drawers
You niggas better feel me I got patrons to serve
Nigga got to starts pay props will deserve
Fuck my trunk I'm smobbin ugly in my deep dirt
, fuck you on my way to see Miss Chiminey
Cause since Chiminey is a good friend of me
She likes to go ah, downtown
She likes it when I, pound pound
Here's a whoppin' bitch
Call me uh-Bah uh-Barney Rubble stick the beast down, so duck
Had the pussy poppin bubbles
Scratchin the paint off up of the walls
Pickin off in them drawers, rebel without a pause
She could feel a gnat sting, swimmin' in Niagara Falls
Now no matter extra meal, managin the place
All up in the motherfuckin' tall can face
Streets make you broke, Forty Water ain't no joke
Make way, say hey, check my display
Bump the shit til your tape busts (Bump the shit til ya tape busts)
And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit
(And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit)
Chorus: E-40
40 took a forty to the fuckin dome
And now they got me spittin on the microphone...
40 took a forty to the fuckin dome
And now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch!
Drunker than a motherfucker spittin that shit
[E-40]
High rank, nigga poor
Scratch scratch taller than Manute Bol
Cash rules everything around me
40 why they why they get the money
Oh tell me baby gon' be no catchin', bet ya catch before 40 7-11
ah big Danz said a step man, can't win (uh)
1-Luv to my niggaz in the YOU KNOW
Gettin' swoll, bulkin' up, drinkin' pruneau
Y'all stay the same, got some extra whoop I think I need a drink
The waiter got me fuckin like me right in here
bitches sooner than I think
Vallejo PD's on crack man
They shot my nigga Tone Tucker in the back man
Prejudiced motherfuckers!
What niggaz need to do is fuck a-lo a-lo key now
Squash the fuh-ah fuckin' spot, ain't nothin' wrong? (Squash it)
Hang with tactical edged (staple?) highly easy
to be converted to Mack-1
Twice as righteous (righteous), make them po-po's like us
Drink with me, second base, and I'm gone for home
I drunk a 40 to the fuckin dome
Chorus
[E-40]
I ain't no cupcake (I ain't no cupcake)
so don't call me hostess (hostess)
Nigga don't you know I'm all open to explosives (I'ma explode)
Let tha bed bugs bite, sleep light
Be ready for the tip-toein phantoms at night
When I open em for risk (when I open it for risk)
Smokin somethin for the hatest terminator instigator
(terminator instant trader)
Nigga just bought from Traders
Tyler lookin for all some of that fit, ya gotta admit
nigglet your life is set why you ungreatful motherfuckas
you better get somewhere where they love you at
your life is set why you ungrateful motherfucka
I've been strugglin strivin so hard to make my shit obese (uh)
Pacin back and forth (uh)
Bear to grit my teeth, C-C-L-L-I-I-C-K, Northern California V uh VJ
I feed your ass, with my ambitiousness about the fuckin bumble
Lookin ambitious as the motherfuckin bumble
Soundin' off car alarms
My shit ain't nothin humble
Gotta say wassup (gotta say wassup) to some niggaz on my team
Niggaz like Rec-Street and Nicky motherfuckin Green
(motherfuckin Green)
I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches, I figure it takes
About a million or 500.000 tapes
To become officially gold or platinum status
That's why I'm always at this
Practise, in and out tha studio 24-7
My occupation, this is how I make my livin'
I get harrassed mostly everywhere I go
Can do my thing without a motherfuckin' popo
All up in my mix, cause I'm tryin' to maintain
And get a grip light weight fame
Born and raised in tha valley south Vallejo
The northern part of Cali, 'bout my mail
Struggle and strive all my life in a world of grief
Sucker motherfuckers wanna knock me of my feet
But Imma keep on steppin' and gettin' bigger
I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga
I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches
Not to long ago I'm off to the bank to cash my cheque
The lady teller wouldn't give me no damn respect
She started acting hella snotty, kinda prejudiced
I guess she didn't like the way that a nigga was dressed
Before I could even get my foot in the door, right
The bitch already had a brother like me stereo-typed
Ready to push the button with no delay
I said wait a minute, baby, you mistakin' me for Andre
I'm not a ... rat head wanna be
I wouldn't rob a fuckin' bank for publicity
I get it honestly, legally so have no fear
I make more in a week than you do in a year
Straight out tha geto, hillside resident
Sick wid it records and tapes, and I'm the president
So don't go thinkin' that every brother is out to get ya
I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga
I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches
Sometimes my language is vulgar, lotsa profanity
I try not to trip when kids parents be sweating me
18 and over, that's what you gotta be
To purchase my tape and make sure you got I.D.
That's all I can say so mommy and daddy need to peep
It ain't my fault the kids dump it off the streets
They hear it at school, walkin' home and everywhere they go
And most of the violence come from movies on HBO
The shit that I be spittin' is real cause I'm real see
I'm out to make a meal, do you feel me
Holdin' my own cause I'm grown and intelligent
Try to knock my hustle That shit is irrelevant
I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches
(E-40)
I never stayed my ass home I always thought that I was grown
In the traffic I was gone you see my head was made of stone
Got a problem with me
Then feel free muthafucka Don't be talkin under yo breath
Cuz that might be the cause of your death
Cuz I'ma quick to stop a nigga in his tracks main
So lets get this shit out in the open
I used to like to go from the shoulders get em up, one on ones
Now it's a whole different ball game niggas that carry guns
A sucka will kill you first, and you will be layin in the hurst
Takin a deep ass sleep knowin it wasn't worth
Provin you wasn't a punk
Niggas don't want to thump
Niggas just want to funk and shot up a niggas trunk
I met a bitch last week at the Orgen Room
Bought her a drink and said quot;whats up on the telly room quot;
Just then I felt some trouble kickin in
Spotted her X-boyfriend who had just got out the pen
Muthafuckas get to baulkin when the liquors talkin
Drunk muthafucka step on my toe and kept on walkin
I said quot;what's up with ya potna, say excuse me or somethin quot;
He turned around looked at me and started mean muggin
I guess he thought he pumped fear until I said
quot;Nigga don't you know I'll have you touchin everything in here quot;
He went for his pistol and didn't know I was strapin
Dag nab it, I had to let him have it
What type of nigga did he think you was E
I know he didn't think that you were some kind of peanut or somethin.
He must of been retarded to the fact that you get a thrill out of killin
Now tell me somethin' why do muthafuckas wait till that nigga commits
himself to realize that a hillside hillbilly is the wrong type of
nigga to Fuck with E do you feel me
Yeah I feel ya sahob
Well lets take it to the next page then
Oh you mean that part about the dungeon
You Knoowww!!!
The next morning, I'm sittin in the dungeon-wonderin
Should I be dissed nope I did it in self defense
I wasn't twisted, I hadn't even started yet
It happened to fast before someone could stop me
I wish I had some DANK WEED
While I wait out these 24 more hours before I plead
Freedom I'm gonna miss ya (I wish I had some dice)
Made me some dice out of some water and toilet tissue
Now this the part thats fucked up
I walks into the dayroom manner room what the fuck
I never thought that I would straight make ah
The front page of the newspaper
Shut up a do wop, shut up a do wop
Man they bout to send me up state ah
Talking that shit about makin me a muthafuckin faggot
I make a shank outta plastic and let a nigga have it
That's whats really goin down
Cuz when a muthafuckas down for the count
You gotta be about it or be without it
Cuz what a muthafucka once told me see a mark sleep
Leave him sleep in the middle of the street
If you can't stand the heat stay up out the kitchen
Now I'm still in the county's face
Fighting this funky ass 187 case
Shoot me a kite that's a good way to mingle
I'll be in this bitch eatin' shit on the fuckin shingle
Gettin big as a house- bulkin up
400 club waiting for the Mercedes deep roll it up
My dream came true after almost 2 years of incareration
Now I'm out drinkin brew Havin fun with my folks
Lovin' everybody gettin twisted and crackin jokes
Huggin anybody cryin
I missed every nigga in my click and I ain't lyin
We bones out to a party
I'm on P-role but what can I say
I can't let em know I'm stuck
I roast bitches but I'm not a damn peanut
Now I'm at the party thought I wasn't
Dancin' with the dead niggas fine ass cousin
I wonder if she thinkin' my my my
The bitch been lovin me ever since Hogan High
She had some hard ass cousins that wasn't wit it
They went out they way to make sure that I didn't get it
But now tricks is for kids silly rabbit
I had to let em have
Muthafucka!
Muthafucka!
Mutha-Mutha-Mutha-Muthafucka!
Muthafucka!
Muthafuck-Muthafucka!
[E-40]
I'm in some deep shit, I got some niggas from another click
On that ass trying to run me off a fuckin cliff
What should I do Where should go
How could I fake 'em
Bust a bitch on that ass and try and shake em and bake em
Full speed ahead, I know they want my ass dead
Still on my bumper, makes a motherfucker wonder
All the dirt that I did, should just let them get me
Maybe its because I killed Rodney and his whole family
Revenge, I see my life flashing, niggas blasting
Brothas passing, trying to make me stay crashing
Into the rocks beside me, fucking up the traffic
17th in a Malibu Chevy classic
But I'm nothing humble, just call me Yapeez Pasano
Full tank of petro, mobbin through the fucking tunnel
Shit it's bright, I think I see some daylight
Over the night, you should have seen a brothas sides right
Fit the corners on two shoes, I'm holly G
Wrapping my shit around a fifty foot oak tree
Got out the car, seeing stars, I wasn't lagging
Ran out and hid behind a beat up station wagon
[Hook]
You've never seen a bitch nigga run so fast
[E-40]
Bouncing, sneaking, and peaking, hitting bushes and shit
Never saw, like you did in that movie clip
Steady busting, these motherfuckers ain't bluffing
I'm hauling ass and renting bullets, constantly cussing
Scared as fuck, I wasn't trying to act hard
Thumbs up, and ran in a back yard
Just as I was hoping the sliding door was wide open
Out of breath, I locked the door and started talking
I need some help, I gotta bounce, someone's after me
Please don't panic, I need your help drasticly
I'm not a G, a killer, or a rapist
I'm just a ordinary black man trying to make this
Busting my bubble, the couple didn't even freak
They said relax, I'll make some coffee, have a seat
The man said, whats your name bro
Shit I don't know, you might decide to call the po-po
He said that ain't my thang, I used to be a leader of a gang
Shot twice in my chest
I got wounds, where I've been stabbed
He took off his shirt and showed my his scab
I said damn partner, how the fuck you survive some shit like that
Like that there without going into a coma
He said the Lord spared my life
So I could talk to people like you and teach them right
I was a dope pusher, big time drug abuser
Alcoholic, dog blumer, but a shooter
All together working from the floor
I said I better twist so I can call her
Now I'm reached from coast to coast
Said to saved from the holy ghost
I know you think your trapping
But let me pray for you junior and see what happens
[E-40]
Don't cha' know...
Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,
Fuckin' em' like that therapy, don't cha' know
Fuckin' em' like that there beats, don't cha' know
Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,
Fuckin' em' like that therapy
Fuckin' em' like that there beats, I'm just a hustler
[Verse 1]
I'm goin' federal, justice ain't no damn miracle
Fuckin' em' up like that, puttin' in work something terrible
So before you mention to step to me
You better get up on my history
I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-B-O-Y-A-N-T
Killin' motherfuckers off crucial
Sittin' em' down mutual
Spittin' that ol' playa, gangsta shit
Tryin' to maintain a strong grip
V-Town, California where I was born and raised since
1979 I been a hustler on the go
Pop-pos wanna harass
Me and my Keesh I needed cash
Rocks wasn't groovin' at the time
So way we got out money was cuttin' grass
Leader not a follower, became a Hill-Side baller
Put together a group called the C-L-I-C-K
And I was the shot caller, I'm goin' federal
[E-40]
I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know
I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know
[B-Legit]
Why don't cha' get up on this mic
And spit some of that ol' gangsta shit back at em' man, would ya
[Verse 2]
I'm on the last nickels, they only made like four of
Front-row seats at the fights
Takin' long, expensive flights
I love playin' hully-gully
Cause I ain't nothin' nice on them dice
So before you gamble against a hustler, I advise you to think twice
Napoleon, macaroni, we serve hot-bellied pig
96, 6 big screen television I bought for my kid
Livin' kind of comfortable
40 comin through with the real number
From blocks and blocks away you can here the boom, blam, bumble
Full tank of petro, up the metro, I'm like federal
Hoes wanna get sexual cause they see me on a pedastal
Nibblin' on my jock, like my big, ol' black tool is edible
Tellin' you man these heifers now days is incredible
Dishin' them one time scouts
Through dark alleys, takin' other routes
Hoppin' over barb-wire fences, ditches, puddles, crickets
Mobbin' and squadin' hoggin' and guardin' bitches, check it out
Takin' and shapin' and makin' a bunch of riches
Yeah man, you can call me federal
[B-Legit]
Yeah man, these motherfucker be ridin' around here
In these bootsy ass cars and what not man
Takin' these penitentiary chances
And they ain't even got they grin on
Ya aughta be like my boy 40, while he Mr. Flamboyant
[Verse 3]
I got boys from my team with the up-most respect for me
For-real lunatics that's willin' to kill for me
Way too much love in my organization, I can't afford to take no loss
MC's be seelin' them wolf tickets, but I be serious as fuck boss
It's all part of the rap game and that's the way it should be goin'
E-40 tellin' em' like it is, shootin' the gift that I be flowin'
Might as well go on and admit it, it's who you know
Not how damn good you are
Everybody and their mama wanna rap fast but I'm the superstar
E-40 why don't you slow it up a lil' something and go and speak on it
Man I just be spittin' this shit to keep these suckers timid
Well what about them ones that don't be recognizin' ya game
Must be stuck on something either that or they're lame
Funny style pop or rock, naw that ain't my forte`
I'm sellin' a bunch of units underground without any airplay
Folks be wantin' to hear this type of shit when they roll
Man I'll never sell my soul
Motherfuckers you didn't know, I'm federal
[B-Legit]
Uh, E, you still fuckin' em up like, E
It's been like three years in this motherfucker
[E-40]
Hell yeah, you know a hog like me had to put the peas in the pod
Let these motherfuckers know what's goin' down in the rap game
You know what I'm sayin' (Yeah)
I'm a money-hungry motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin'
All about my scratch, artillery, fire arms and gats and shit
[B-Legit]
You know like that, that's right
But you know it's still some folks out there
That try to put bad names out there for you and what not
What cha' gotta say about that, to those type of niggas
[E-40]
Oh, you know what I'm sayin' I got some good shit for them
You know what I'm sayin
I'll just get to spittin that ol' shit for they ass
Then I'll just come through with some mo' shit like this here
Ya want me to drop that shit (Drop that shit) check it out
[E-40]
You can't stop me man
I'm takin' money to the bank
Didn't have to pull no licks
Cause I'm makin' hits
You can't stop me man
I'm takin' money to the bank
Didn't have to pull no licks
Cause I'm makin' hits, ha
[E-40]
40, I'm goin' federal
Young Bucksy, he's goin' federal
Suga-T, she's goin' federal
Now D-Shot, he's goin' federal
Little Booch, he's goin' federal
Levitti, he's goin' federal
The Head Point, he's goin' federal
Studio Time, he's goin' federal
Can't forget Legit, he's goin' federal
The whole damn Click, is goin' federal
Celly Cel, he's goin' federal
Cavio, he's goin' federal
Def Daddy, he's goin' federal
Rap Dogg, he's goin' federal
Mr. Flamboyant, oh right that's me
California livin', can't fuck with me
Yeah motherfucker, that's what's really goin' on
(E-40)
I'm a little mannish muthafucka
I take after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana but now I'm selling yola
Shit was gettin hella funky at first
when a nigga was stealin a bitches purse
Ended up gettin kicked out of every Vallejo school
they clocked me like a circus
I was the little mannish motherfucker showing off in the back of the church
My momma was quick to hit me with a switch and I say quot;that hurts quot;
Get to the house, go to my room and talk some trash
I never believed a hard head made a soft ass
Cuz I be moving fast and I'd be tryin to stash
Beat up the pizza man and then I straight dashed
Disobidient sport cut my days short
My momma got tired of takin' my ass back and forth ta court
I said quot;momma I'ma straighten up for you and I promise I won't warrant quot;
Got me a job as a paper boy
21 dollars a month
5 o'clock in the morning
Damn I'm slavin' for the fucking white man
21 dollars might buy me some (poor carpet chicken george)
I'm tired of muthafuckas fuckin over me
How can I find a way to make some real money
But you don't feel me
I was tired of being broke lookin coked down
Came up off a twenty dollar put me down
Next thing you know I was up to about a quarter of a ki' rollin
Niggaz was trippin' off me cuz I was a young muthafucka ballin'
Gettin my fetti on but when there was funk I had to starve
Time to fetch the choppers and bring out the U-hauls
Extra mannish
I make you vanish
I play for keep
Investigate that ass till they find out where you sleep
Muthafucka it's commakausi
Don't even try me ahh
I bars none you best believe that I'ma bring me ah
Fully automatic Tommy with the infared say I'm sorry
Before I pump your ass full of lead and dump the body
Extra mannish, that's what people be calling me
Oh we can be cool until you get to threatening me
I loose my temper and shit my eyes turn red
Blow my top and get real hot at the head
I guess I'm a failure, I gots no future in my front
All I'm able to do is sell dope and hit the blunt
Don't ask me why Sometimes I go to church and testify
The preacher preaches and I be dang near ready to cry
Repute the devil
I got to get out of the ghetto freak
Sometimes I wonder if mommy and daddy really payin me
Who would ever thought that a nigga like me
would become such a bad ass youngster
My mommy and daddy done fucked around and created a damn monster
Why couldn't I wait till I was bigger
before I started drinking malt liquor
I guess I was a nappy headed stubborn little mannish ass nigga
(Mugzy)
Guess who comes through, comes through
It's me the Y-O-U-N-G
M-U-G-Z
I'm just as mannish as I wanna be I pack a 30-30
Niggas wanna blast me because I'm down and dirty
Extra mannish how I'm livin and I'm fuckin my neighbors bitch an
She lovin' every minute of the dick that I be givin
Bitches on my jock , Bitches on my jock
Suckas on the block know I got a glock
Bini caps, B-coats and all of that
I'm beatin niggas down with a baseball bat
I'm havin revenues I'm gettin paid fool
A ghetto muthafucka with an attitude
S-I-C-K W-I-D I-T
It's young mugzy and E-40
It's explains why it's hard for us blacks and hispanics
And why we turned extra mannish
(E-40)
Yeah E-40 and the muthafuckin c-l-i-c-k in this muthafucka, you know
I got my cousin Kaveo on the muthafuckin side of me
We fin to spit some of this old flamboyant shit, check game-
It's another one of them drought spots, a ha-bin cost is like fuck it
Niggaz taken loses that they can't make up
Gettin gaffled for some of that shit call cake-up
Strechin the crap, making a bad batch
The screen from a trweekers pipe turns black
So they go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin' a fool yellin'
But ya'll know there ain't no refunds in the shit that I'm sellin
Cuz during the drought season niggaz be lookin' for a reason to rush ya
So I suggest you put up your bootsees man and pull out your buckets
(kaveo)
Here's another part of this shit that a niggaz up lift about the game
The drought season main, cuz this shit here never remains the same
And a brother ain't about to let his muthafuckin capital go mein
So instead he gots to get scandlous
cuz he can't keep up and handle hisbuisness
Like he use to and he ain't really wit being through, get to it dude
Gotta pull a straight come-up, lick
Catchin' muthafuckas outta bounds swerv,
breakin they punk ass leavin scared
Cuz this is the type of shit that occur
so don't get caught loose on perv
(40)
I gots meals, wheels, and about 5 thousand dollars worth of bills
Bank account way on the red, fuckin with the highest overhead
Jackin off my money yo ass is out boy and I promise you that
I'm a money hungry muthafucka and I'm so serious about my scratch
So you're best bet is
to check yourself before you wreck yourself punk botch
I gets down and dirty like Dr. Ruth and I put that on the Gooch
Droppin muthafuckas just like a bad habit, Dag nab it
Tricks wanna get outta line I let 'em have it
Now bag it, I gots Ice Cream Candy
and all kinds of things of that flavor
And maybe later I might be willing to go low as long as you buyer before
Cuz I'm the only muthafucka with A-1 Yola,
none of that ol caken with baking soda
It gets released, ceased, and then the prices rises like yeast
Those who gots leftovers will become obese,
triplin' my mail off the triple beam scale
I even got enemies with envy askin' me for yayo
Chorus -
The Drought Season niggaz lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feast -n (2 x)
(kaveo)
A niggaz tryin to work hard on a meal ticket so I can't stand to be dry
Cuz after the stronger man supply
but in the drought season it's too hard to get by
Niggaz be runnin' off with D gafflin muthafuckas, startin at chances
Cuz a niggaz mail ain't to muthafucka fancy,
rollin around with a duece and a quarter
Can't get caught lose on the border, sittin on them thangs like 40
Stay fuckin with a bitches brain
(40)
Can't be affected by the great depression
this country is in a recession, I reckon
So let me give yo ass a funky lesson-
Never let a muthafucka know what you got or what you buyin
It's dem bootsee muthafuckas in your town that's always dyin'
Stay low, play the background, keep your shit on a hush mate
Hit it hard one time and then hibernate
(Kaveo)
Now check game I'm tryin to do my own muthafuckin' thang
but shit just ain't right
For heaters that just got way to tight, Jackin muthafucka's on sight
But I'm a nigga that don't give a fuck
when I'm tryin to get my cashflow up
And render them seasons what ever the reason may be, niggaz comin up
short tye, Gag, Watch em short out from sea,
for sale signs on a nigga's shit
Cuz he ain't got no muthafuckin' D,
sellin' up everything made of material G
The Drought Season
Chorus
(E-40)
I'm really not all sure about them thangs that fin to mature
But let me find me a nigga with a grip and hit his ass quick with a lick
What's your definition of a lick
Takin' a niggas shit
Hey, put that on sumptin
I put that on the click,
if you consider yourself a hustla can't be no busta brown
Stackin mail, straight come upin', when funk come around be down
(Kaveo)
A nigga's gotta have some type of hustle
whether it be sellin' Dank or robbin banks
Snitches can't go to the pen cuz they fuck around and wind up shanked
In the presence of drought season shit gets hectic
niggaz losin they lives when they least expect it
(E-40)
It's E-40 and my cousin Kaveo lettin' muthafuckas know main
Spittin that ol shit that muthafuckas don't understand an
Tardy to the crazy ass game, never gotta be clever
Specially in this type of weather, Ya Know
The Drought Season
Chorus (4x)
Thought he had cane but it was Gold Medal flour
(B-Legit)
What's up fool, I got like 3 buck on the Rossi
Let's go get perved
(E-40)
You don't wanna get perved, nigga
You don't wanna fuck wit this Rossi shit
(...)
Man, don't forget the ice man
(E-40)
Oh, you want something to
O.K.
(Chorus)
Top of the line wine, Carlos Rossi
Drinkin' on some of of that top of the line wine, Carlos Rossi
(E-40)
Top of the line wine Carlos Rossi, man
I drinks it all the time it's extra satisfying
Three of four times a day you can catch me drivin
Back and forth to the liquor store buyin
Jugs and jugs of tha shit cause I'm addicted wit no denying
Perving, swervin rannin all into the fuckin curb and
If I get one more D.U.I. then it's curtains
I can't cope, I guess I'm a alcoholic sometimes I hit the chronic
It's just like gin and tonic when it's time to get erotic
5.99 for a big ass bottle of Rossi wine it's right on time
Once you become a member of my drinkin' club you will find
The key to set ya free so give it a try
But don't mistake it for Chablis unless you already high
Spread the word get sprung and drink it with ya down chromes
That's another word for sohobs, potna, folks, homies
Every motherfuckin' year
We do this shit every other fuckin' day if not every day
But anyway I want
Chorus
(B-Legit)
Hocus motherfuckin' Pocus
The top of the line wine, yeah nigga that's the dopest
And if you in The Click, them motherfuckers notice
that we be downin jugs from the tallest to the shortest
Everywhere I go, people wants to know
What's the name of that shit you and the Click be like fuckin' wit
I keeps it on a hunch on the ... cause brother I be perved
Fuckin' wit some shit that will send you to the curb
And if you wit a bitch, then nigga you nice
Cause Rossi goes good wit some dank over ice
Take her to the telly let the wine fill her belly
Fired up some smelly then ya jammin' like jelly
Bust a couple of nuts, hit the butt and than the grill
Dick hard like I did time up in Vacaville
But still I be bossy
(E-40)
What you fuckin' wit though
(B-Legit)
Fuck wit some of that top of the line wine
(E-40)
Yeah nigga
(B-Legit)
Carlos Rossi
Chorus
(E-40)
Sunny day, sky blue, shit, I think Imma barbecue
Let me get my ass up outta bed and call up the whole motherfuckin' crew
Ray you bring the chicken, Kaveo you bring the links
Mugzy you bring the hamburger meat and I'll supply the drinks
Shit it's good to be on damn it
I got Suga-T in the house whippin' up some potatoe salad
4 slabs of ribs up in the refrigerator marinatin'
Bring home the .. I got tha .. and I can't be waitin'
Well, what do you know, though the door comes Kaveo
(Kaveo)
You know!
(E-40)
Mugzy and Tap that ass, T-Pup and Hell and Moe
Thick ass niggas like B-Legit and E-Duece
.... Mac Shawn, Mac D-Shot and Little Bruce
The man behind the counter of the liqourstore loves me
Be ... and ready to hug me
On the strength that I done spend
Over a G within a week on the Carlos Rossi
[E-40]
Uhh... that's a good look for you
[Chorus]
(That's a good look for me!) I'm on another level
Rose gold Roley with the yellow diamond bezel mayne
(That's a good look for you!) Are you referrin
to the ESV Escalade with the chrome spinnin shoes?
(That's a good look for me!) Look at the way I'm movin
I'm flippin hella units, nigga this is mob music
(That's a good look for you!) Got up out the game
Still spittin major slang, holla at'cho potnah mayne!
[E-40]
Uhh, see the crib, see the car, see the fast life
See the pigs, see the medallion on my chest right
This ain't theatrical pimpin mayne this is real life
I spit the scriptures with vision mayne real pimpish like
You like to slap this in yo' truck cause it's real right
Hit 'em hard, never bend like a steel pipe
Blow them P's to smithereens when I strike the light
Shockin all exp-luh-explosive on the mic (explosive on the mic)
What a MIT mean, merkin off that bay-oh-bee-6
Off 7 cups, drinkin Incredible Hulks
You can tell by the lingo and the way that a player walk
There's somethin about him it's the way that that player talks
Whoa - watch the game unfold it's so cold (it's so cold)
Colder than a six-pack of soda with froze flows (with froze flows)
Bright idea with the wrong gang with lowest goals
is like tryin to get on yo' feet with no toes
[Chorus]
[E-40]
That's a good look for me! Born and brought up on the turf
Played the game for what it's worth 'til they take me in a hearse
I'm tryin to eat! I'm a turf hog
Vet in the game I had, music on the shelf
For at least a high 16, me and my car and my cabinet
And everybody on my team stackin green
Now that's a good look for us! Gotta know who to trust
In game we trust, keep it on the low mayne
Live one rule no names discussed
Real hogs makin noise in the game is us
And it's not a good look for you to hate on us
I got a clique, that got a few thangs that click
I'm tryin to make this presidential greenish flip
Cause it's a good look for me to stack my chips
And I'm chillin, I'm tryin to feed all my chil'ren
So I can get both of my lil' niggaz at least a million
[Chorus]
[E-40]
{*coughing*} Back woods!
Tobacco paper and turtle and Canadian herbal
Me and my people and my weeple gathered up in a circle
Jokin and laughin and smilin, all in the parking lot whylin
(That's a good look for me!) Flowmaster pipes
Look at the stripes on the hood, look at the wood on my dash
Look how I punch on the gas, look at the way that I'm mashin
and dashin dippin and glidin slippin and slidin
Bouncin and skatin and figure-eightin and drivin
And all out the window campaignin drinkin and sidin
(That's a good look for you!) All the ladies like me
They Dig-Dug me, they love me, they kiss and hug me
Suckers be hatin and plottin, schemin to mug me
Wishin and hopin and dreamin that they can fuck with me
(That's not a good look for y'all!) Not at all mayne
1300th block, Hillside magazine!
Graveyard shift D-Boys don't quit
When the sun goes down it's still money to get
Grave-graveyard shift D-Boys don't quit
When the sun goes down it's still money to get
("Graveyard shift, gra-graveyard shift" plays in background during second part of hook)
Graveyard shift D-Boys don't quit
When the sun goes down it's still money to get (graveyard shift)
Grave-graveyard shift D-Boys don't quit
When the sun goes down it's still money to get (the graveyard shift)
Uhh, I was out there on the scene
She pulled up, "you doin anything? " uhh
"You know I'm good for it
Tomorrow is the first you know I can afford it" uhh
At four AM in the morning anything goes
The court smoke crack, the rich powered they nose (they nose?)
The po-po shift change (shift change)
Hustlin' in the rain (in the rain)
Sirens and ambulances
It was stuck in the storm mane he swallowed a half an ounce
Momma yellin' and screamin' top of her lungs
In the middle of the street, god why did you take my son? (WAHHHHH)
Crime scenes and things the choir sings
At the funeral service they catered it with churches (with churches)
Chicken that is (chicken)
Back to biz I'm on the graveyard shift
Can I get a witness?
My shop don't close I'm like 24 hour fitness
Anytime anything I got it
Tell me what'chu and need and we can meet by Sonic's
I don't sleep I'm in insomniac
The nigga with the jug, they call me that
Soon as they leave, they call me back
Like same thang mane where you get that at?
I go hard, cookin' and whippin'
If you need some love, you know I ain't trippin'
Doing the graveyard, I really slang hard
Got blue light specials like K-Mart
Bay Smarts, stock gang
And I keep that gas, heatane
No sleep, I'm up till dawn
I need hunds I'm about my funds
Cousin Fik, listen, uh
Bitch black on the streets
Ain't nobody out but fiends and police
A roach, a rat, a couple straight cats
And they escalade flats from a couple of straight caps
Uh, chicken maiden the V
It's where a knock can get a hit for they three (uh-huh)
A nigga a take off your dome (what else)
Hit a house lick where everybody home (home invasions?)
Emergency room with pats
Somebody else done got smacked (bop bop bop bop bop bop bop)
Read it an hour later
Vallejo Time Carrel online paper (on the computer)
Shit is scary like a cemetery
The graveyard shift can lead to preliminaries
Cause the dark a always find you (what about...)
Walking by yourself feel the streets behind you on that
Graveyard shift D-Boys don't quit
My rear view mirror is vibrating (echo: vibrating)x2
the beat keeps knockin down my rearview mirror
E-40:
Say uh,
which way should i steer uh?
the beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror
blankin like a motherf***a swervin'
hope i dont? in my 2010 suburban
BEATCH!
my right pocket be feudin with my left pocket
cuz my left pocket be havin a thumper in it
my left pocket be feudin with my right pocket
cuz my right pocket be havin mo money in it
see that chick right there? she a lil ol' slut
she said e-40's a FILF. FILF?
Father I Like to F***
I said "lil girl, you way too young for me
what you need to do is go and get your mommy
i heard she's got some vicious dome action
gobble game is fire
suction cup lips, suck the air out a tire"
hips butt tits b***h call me sire
& i wont stop Mack-in' till i retire
BEATCH!
B-Legit:
It's cookies in my swisher
boy like the blunt
it's dub 7s in my trunk bout to make s*** jump
i do my own stunts, this my favorite one
d**k stickin in the same position till the b***h c*m
& baby i'm the one, cold as a glacier
heart like coal in the soul of a gangster
& i can make you famous
better yet dangerous
courageous, leave the game so contagious
outrageous, amazin', i keep the sh** blazin'
can't nobody face 'em only money can persuade 'em,
bottles by the cases, models get wasted,
diamonds in my chain, some more up in my bracelet
pocket full of paper
miss me with that fake sh**
the 40 cal will spit till somethin' get hit
honor thy mother, but f*** these b***hes
i keep the game vicious, i'm ridiculous (i'm ridiculous)
[feat. Mike Marshal]
[Chorus: Mike Marshall]
They got me trapped, aye
Ooooh trapped like an animal
I just wanna get out
But they won't let me live my life
Ooooh...
Trapped like an animal
I just wanna get out
But they won't let me live my life
[Verse 1: E-40]
Uhh, my phone rang
You got a collect call from an inmate in a federal prison
I dang near cried
Too expect charges, press 5
Family did you get my wheeler, my kite, my letter
I put sumthin' on your commissary and shot you a little cheddar
Yeah I got it family right on for that look what I think
In the federal prison we can email now you should hit me up on cure links
I'm thinking about writing a book I been keeping a little diary
Spending a lot of time in the jail house library
Exercising and eating right, burpees and push-ups at night
Conditioning my brain fast and try'na change my life
Remember the homie she up in here too
He told me to tell you what's up brah he speak highly of you
He the one who be cuttin' my hair, he try'na go to barber shop
Stick to hisself neutral partna is a coon
[Chorus: Mike Marshall]
[Verse 2: E-40]
I'm in here on some trucked up charges, but snitchin' not my style
They gave me mo time than a rapist and a pedafile
I'm reading the bible my celly reading the Qur'an
It's been a year since I last seen my mom
I'm in here programming foreal
Waiting for the laws to change next week I'm up in a appeal
But I know it ain't goin work
Nobody comes to visit; I ain't got no family support
But I got this one correction new officer, she ain't got no fear
Anything you can get on the streets we can get it here
That's what she told me
So she snuck me in her cell phone put it up in her coochie
Uhh, I stay in trouble
Beat the nigga ass with a chair over a game of Pe-Knuckle
About a week or so ago
To them I'm just a number they ain't goin never let me go
[Chorus: Mike Marshall]
[Verse 3: E-40]
They in the yard playing basketball hoopin'
While I'm talking to my OG potna, he proovin'
He up under that attic
Anybody fuck with me, he a split they wig back, uhh
He used to be a baller
On the streets he a fiend but in the pen he's a shot-caller
Security on the roof in the pear
Waiting for some shit to jump off live Mamo and Radic here, uhh
Tomorrow a nigga birthday and you know
I got a big ole plastic bag of pruno
I'm finna get zooted
Drinking ain't good for you, but is there a peutic
Man a little chest but under a whole lot of stress
Reason a 31-year-old granddaddy my grandson Teevan
I feel bad cause all I got is advice
And I ain't got nothing to show for it brah I'm in here for life
[Chorus: Mike Marshall]
[Sings in background:]
They got me trapped, they got me trapped, they got me trapped
Don't matter if you walk away they got'chu trapped
They got me trapped, they got me trapped, they got me trapped
[Reporter:]
Thus topic of news right now surveillance cameras
Captured a terrifying attack at a store in Vallejo
[Chorus:]
Ridin through the turf, on Magazine
You know I stay strapped, with a magazine
Put it to your face, like a magazine
I stay on the case, cause I'm from Magazine
Nigga I'm from Hillside
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
Nigga I'm from Hillside
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
[Verse 1:]
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
M.A.G.A.Z.I.N.E. Vallejo, California my city
No pity, for a sucka can't be no sissy
Motherfuckers smoke weed like a hippy, get tipsy, like Wine-O's, stay whisky
Country ass city boys with honey rifles bring the ruckus
Beverly Hillbillies big old corn-fed motherfuckers
What'cha mean my nigga, got every narcotic in the world for sale
I ain't Wayne Brady but let's make a deal
Like Drew Carey, mane the price is right
I got pills, trees and that white white white
The Hillside, have money have heart
Just like the Watts column we got the kidney walk
That's the hood landmark like John Davidson Park
Cutlass Oldsmobile thangs cruisers and larks
Posted with thumps ginormous oversize guns
Me and my potnas my brothers and my cousins
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Uhh!
When I was a young cope a lion though a young cat baby buffler
Money and muscle born in the struggle, turf wars not tug-a-war
Shootouts, high speeds, on top of the roof and trees
On the side of the house with cages, rifles and 223's
Back then it used to be pagers not Wi-fi and 4G
When I was seventeen me and my crew went half on a key
Now I'm making more in a day and my momma making a week
Jewelry, clothes, new shoes on my feet
Having my cabbage hella slap a laffish trunk full of prop
Roofers, tweeters and horns, doing they fuckin job
Getting em up thrown em, bobbing and weaving beastin'
Nickeling up with OG's in the middle of the street in
Earning my strips and medal no process Zurich-est gold
Pickos in the summer, even when it ain't cold
I throw my H in the sky, everywhere I go makes you wide
If they ask you where I'm from, tell em Hillside
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Alhambra, Beverly Drive, La Brea
Earl Street, Carmel, Didion Court, Wilshire
Hollywood Ave, Volute, Magazine Street rolling
Half of my cash yolkin, punching the gas smokin'
... parking my car in the grass feeling good
Sitting on top of the hood be flicking and serving knocks pushing bags, giving them love juh
24 hour shift and grittin everyday all day
7-11 turf for even a lil warmed up in the microwave
Hillside for life, always been about my bread
Look up to Alick, Rick Young, Too-Shay, Ju Ju and OG Nitch
Jon Jon and Robert Craig, Victor, Cook and Tyrone and em
Miss Smith and Loney Smurf, Jimmy Blackman and all of them
See the spot right here, this used to be Mr. Jimmy's
Why give a Wine-O a dollar to buy a beer for me?
Around the corner from the Travelodge and Mickey D
You 'lible to find me at the Kit-Way Bowling alley
BEATCH!
Microphone check 1 2 1 2
Testing testing
40 Water in this bitch mayne, 40 in this thang brah
Look, HEY!
That nigga got it crackin this nigga got it going on he a fool
BIATCH!
Funky Fresh for the 2 wow-wow 11 shot bitch!
Maynneeeee (HOE) I shoulda been a P, got the wordplay of a pimp
I drop a monkey off a banana tree, but I guess that it was meant
Penalty,. lobster and shrimp
Going to spending spree, giva fuck how much I spent
Playas don't keep sco', playas keep a hoe
If she bring me back my sho I tell her next time have mo'
Eight, tonight, a dinner with waffles
All concrete all solid no cross artists
Here he here he come one come all
40 Water got some real talk for ya'll
They put ya big homie gotta horn he behind them walls
I'm bout to plug him in and put him on this conference call...
"Real niggas unite, fuck the lame
We goin leave these suckas out and pour em to a slay
Mash on these marks, and flood the rafts
Lower our rates and make hella cash"
OK (bump-ba-ba-bump) man this base line is stubby
(Bump-ba-ba-bump) this the shit like Huggies
(Bump-ba-ba-bump) this thang dumbass slap
(Bump-ba-ba-bump) man 40 takin em back
BIATCH!
This the shit that I miss (40 takin em back)
This what I grew up with (40 takin em back)
It made me feel like I used to (He takin em back)
Way back in 1992 (man 40 takin em back)
I'm a drink to this man (he takin em back)
I'm a smoke to this man (he takin em back)
I'm a get high tonight (man 40 takin em back)
Get so drunk I wanna fight (40 takin em back)
West west California, killas and thugs
When niggas get cooked (where at?) in front of the clubs
When fiends take drugs (why?) to get off drugs
With a buzz-well wireless (plant what?) and plant buds
Where the drommers drift (what they smoke?) and smoke pot
Where they crawl on the rug (looking for what?) looking for white
When you can get'cha dick sucked in the broadday light
And get'cha crab cracked just like a headlight
In northern Cali we playing the game of life in truth or dare
Well perfect waking hey sleepy become a perfect nightmare
"Mr. Officer, I'm sober I ain't been drinking I ain't perking
You can use the breathalizer mane I'm cleaner than detergent"
I'm old school like with the quickness
Not an internet thug but I'm with the sickness
Don't nobody wanna take the stairs everybody wanna take the escalators
Don't nobody wanna work for days everybody stay looking for a favor
Fly, duskers, Hustlers R US
Penitentiary chances, tasers and handcuffs
Grime, kush, get'cha money side hoe
Well think ya still on the block or got a regular job
BIATCH!
This the shit that I miss (40 takin em back)
This what I grew up with (40 takin em back)
It made me feel like I used to (He takin em back)
Way back in 1992 (man 40 takin em back)
I'm a drink to this thang (he takin em back)
I'm a smoke to this man (he takin em back)
I'm a get high tonight (man 40 takin em back)
Get so drunk I wanna fight (40 takin em back)
(Devin the Dude)
[Verse 1]:
Lookin back at the times when we had to grind
When it came to freestylin we was glad to rhyme
When it was hard to make a dime, let alone get a dollar
Had to get your hustle on, knew not to ask your mama for it
When you got it you couldn't blow it
So I saved what I had in the bag, then I would go get
Radio batteries, I'd buy the cassettes
LPs, 4-tracks, wires and
And we was down for hours, we was known around town
Come through with the crew and break the cardboard down
Heh... glide
Then the whole thing started with the Odd Squad parties
Met E-40 at the Rap-A-Lot office
Straight up old school, wasn't no ProTools
Jack you for your jacket, and they'll jack you for yo shoes
Back then you had friends who had your back
You only had three choices - sports, rap or crack
And ah, it's a blessing to still be part of the game
And I wouldn't change one thing
Lookin' back when the days wasn't so easy
(It wasn't easy, man)
Were either hustlin' or strugglin'
(Workin, hustlin and strugglin)
Make it or break it, would take all different pieces
(All of the pieces)
And we'll make somethin' of nothin'
(That's right, man, we'd make somethin' of nothin', man)
Make somethin' out of nothin'
Hey Devin
This 40, man
Let me gas it right quick, bro
Let it tell it from my perspective, you smell me?
Look here
I just wanna spit a few bars
Listen up, family
Listen
(E-40)
[Verse 2]:
Lookin' back before YouTube and social networks was founded
A&R;'s would go to the hood to find artists with talent
Recording engineers was low-key lightweight crooks
Not all of 'em but some of 'em'd take all day to fly hooks
That's how they did it back then, based on a hourly rate
The longer they take, the more money they make
All we wanted to do was rap, young and enthusiastic
Hopin' that one day our tapes would be in stores shrinkwrapped and packaged
We used to beg the promoters to do us a favor
'Let us perform for free, pimpin' - man, the money gon' come later!'
Rehearse and practice, practice and rehearse
Me and Too $hort, Bun and Pimp C wouldn't charge each other to spit a verse
We all knew what we was worth, future legends up in the game
RIP Pimp C, way ahead of his time
Everybody wanna be that guy, everybody wanna be that dude
but everybody don't wanna pay dues like 40 and Devin The Dude
Two good dudes, old school but new school
Meet 'em in person, you gon say, 'Them some cool fools!'
Good music still around, just gotta know where to find it
When I walk up in the club
I stay suit up
Got my strap up on my hip
Waiting for someone to trip
They say I need to slow it down
(Uhh! Before something reach and I can't)
They say I need to slow it down
(Uhh! But I'm used to going hard in the paint)
They say I need to slow it down (slow it down)
They say I need to slow it down (slow it down)
Freshly fitted and kidded nevertheless
I get my gear and my kicks from Manny over at foot express
I got a S on my chest for something
You got a N on your chest for nothing
I said it before and I'll probably say it again
We ain't in it too lose we in it to win
I still be drinking old school gin and getting tunned
Another word for pounted is wounded alcohol consume it
Blah, still on the paper chase
Outside of the minus hustler he stay on the case
Heavy on the grind salute pay in a pillowcase
All the neighborhoods and they grandma know that I'm a case
Turner on my waist, in case I gotta erase
Evaporate a hater for getting all in my face
Precipitate this potato for speaking all outta place
I live in the Bay but the mountain lions a space
BEITCH!
Couple shots of Henny I'm so sick with it
She says she wanna livewire told her come and get it
As if I want it lil mama I'm a come and hit it
You fucking with a millionaire king of the city
I think I'm Rookie Johnston I think I'm Frank Nitti
And baby girl she aight but the money pretty
I keep a banger cause some niggas they trippin'
Acting like they never seen a nigga on a television
Niggas speaking in colls we call it bird talk
West so I'm reppin' I fuck the 40 and Turf Talk
Real Bay niggas, we get real money
We in the VIP so keep them bottles coming
I'm never throwing hundreds, but keep a bank roll
I'm too fly with a nigga wore...
That shawty keep a lick like a candle
I'm never too famous I still run a phantom
Aight niggas and nigheads we gotta slow this shit down
For the real muthafuckin' playas in the house
It's ya boy Lil Jon talking to yo muthafuckin' ahh
Taking it back to the ole school
Now you know how we used to do
Nigga hit the slow it down with girls and sqeeze real tight on that booty
That's what your ass need to be doing right now fool let's go
Speed it back up
Hey! Hey!
40 Water
Gah!
(E-40)
I had to hand-wash my clothes, didn't have a washing machine or a dryer
Momma used to have to hang her period panties out on a clothes line wire
'The vacuum broke' - 'Use the broom
We got company coming over this afternoon
You know our family like to gossip
Clean up your room, throw everything in the closet'
I like to talk to the old schoolers, O.G. playas
cause they was my age - I ain't never been theirs
I count on em for guidance, leadership and advice
cause everything I'm goin' through they done been through twice
or three or four times, five, six, seven, eight
We can learn from they mistakes before it's too late
Communication is everything, conversation's abandoned
People die every day because of misunderstandings
The ins and outs, whys and won'ts
History repeats itself, opportunities don't
Sad true story, unintentionally, not on purpose
Only time I see my family's at a funeral service
Her stomach keep hurting, but she didn't bother
cause you and I both know that black folk don't like to go to the doctor
One thing about us, mane, we creators
And at the end of the day we all related
through the slaves and the Indians and natives
They brought us here on a boat, whipped us and raped us
Scraps from a pig they gave us
[Verse 1:]
UHHH!
I'm elevated
I floatin on Cloud Nine times outta ten you can find with a cup in my aid
Filled to the rim with oil (illuminated oil) throwing up the middle finger
But I'm not an alcoholic I'm just a serious social drinker
They be thinking thumper coatin' don't trust nobody but I
Cause the seamless be plotting and if they could theya try
Like last night at the club, God is my witness
I was sitting at the table, minding my own business
Living it up to the highest, like everyday is Christmas
Some sucka tried to try us, hating on our riches
I guess they didn't like us cause we got all the bitches
They didn't wanna fight us cause when niggas went to...
Fuck compromising exampling and try to reason
We'll catch em outside of the club and leave em niggas leaking
I be beastin
And now you are about to witness...
[Hook:]
I be beastin
(You be beastin mayne? Hmmm)
Beastin
I be beastin
(Yeah, when I get in the local booth, and I get on that microphone...)
Beastin
["Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker" plays in background]
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
UHHH!
And now...
[Verse 2:]
When my money was hecka small, I mean it looked like it was tall
Punch a hater up in his jaw; he didn't wanna shake my paw
But I used to push that broad, on the other side of the law
When the price is fluctuating go up and down like a see-saw
But I didn't say no 'hee-haw' clown shit
This real I'll slap a busta with the hill on my hammer up out my skrill
I'll take a up-tempo track, put some gang behind my rap I'm like that
Muthafucka I'm a mack hydro back
Cause you fuck around get snatched I'm from the flats
The hillside to be exact (Biatch!)
Catting off and shipping ain't what this player do son
They're something like seven real niggas left on this earth and I'm one of them
I be beastin... manage lil ole heave
The rawest nigga speaking they call me Earl Stevens (BIATCH)
BIATCH!
And now you are about to witness...
[Hook:]
I be beastin
(You be beastin mayne? Hmmm)
Beastin
I be beastin
(Yeah, when I be up in the function, and I be filling that alcohol...)
Beastin
["Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker" plays in background]
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
UHHH!
And now...
[Verse 3:]
UHHH!
Bosses do what they want, suckas do what they can
AHH-UHH-AHH-UHH-UAHHH! I'm feeling like Tarzan
Got a pocket full of money and I'm confident
Got a fifth the Landy Cognac and some Romulent
Some Romulent? Yeah some cheeba
Cause I only put my strategies of choice is a Teeba (UHH!)
When she was young she wasn't looking all that tight take take Meagan Good for example
Now she looking right
Bout to take her down tonight, I be beastin in the bed
I like em darklight and bright, yellowbone in red
I'm loaded and I'm twisted and I'm faded
In the function getting White boy wasted (UHH!)
Blanket suited pouted wounded
Out my body something stupid
And now you are about to witness...
[Hook:]
I be beastin
(You be beastin mayne? Hmmm)
Beastin
I be beastin
(Damn right I brought my money mayne I need mine mayne)
Beastin
["Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker" plays in background]
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
UHHH!
Show them how to break they ankles, mayne
Yeah, E-40 and Shawty Lo
Hey, let's go
From the West Coast to Atlanta
If a nigga gonna hate, well, got damn 'em
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
Hit the dance floor
Gonna break ya ankles
Go stupid, get retarded
(Dumb, dumb)
Wake the game up, them boys made it
(Dumb, dumb)
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
We be the shit out of me
Gonna break ya ankles
This a boy, this thang slap
I brought the whole hood with me, brought the whole trap
Mama, this your song, you know the lyrics
Gonna break ya ankles, yeah, that's the spirit
Go nutty, go bananas, go berserk
Show them how to do it, let me see your foot work
We runnin' up a tab, havin' money so we spend it
Bottles everywhere, celebrating like we won the pennant
You recognize the fixture, you see the brightling watch
You get the big picture, you know that I'm a boss
I'mma show up, I'mma show out
From the West Coast to the dirty south
Hey, let's go
From the West Coast to Atlanta
If a nigga gonna hate, well, got damn 'em
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
Hit the dance floor
Gonna break ya ankles
Go stupid, get retarded
(Dumb, dumb)
Wake the game up, them boys made it
(Dumb, dumb)
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
We be the shit out of me
Gonna break ya ankles
Fresh off tour, I brought a mil with me
Now the whole club gonna have to deal with me
Like 3-6, tear the club up
Like Pac-Man 'cause I don't give a fuck
I'm throwing big bucks, cash everywhere
Shawty over here, 40 over there
You know the broads out 'cause the stars out
You see the parking lot, we brought the cars out
We going stupid, get retarded
And we ain't playin' with 'em, we came to party
I brought a lot of doe, I'm steadin' throwin' singles
So hit the dance floor, so gonna break ya ankles
From the West Coast to Atlanta
If a nigga gonna hate, well, got damn 'em
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
Hit the dance floor
Gonna break ya ankles
Go stupid, get retarded
(Dumb, dumb)
Wake the game up, them boys made it
(Dumb, dumb)
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
We be the shit out of me
Gonna break ya ankles
Do it like this, do it like that
Do it like this, then you do it like that
Break it on down, show 'em how to clown
Mean mug with it, let me see you rep your town
All street money, bonafide trapper
Never seen a check, ballin' like a rapper
80 on the arm, a hundred on my neck
Shoe game sick, in The Bay we call it wet
More jury than the court room, glowin' like the moon
More jury than the court room, I'mma tycoon
Designer everything, throw it in the bag
I don't know how much it costs, I don't look at price tags
From the West Coast to Atlanta
If a nigga gonna hate, well, got damn 'em
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
Hit the dance floor
Gonna break ya ankles
Go stupid, get retarded
(Dumb, dumb)
Wake the game up, them boys made it
(Dumb, dumb)
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
We be the shit out of me
[E-40]
Tryin to make it.
It's been a long road
Sic-Wid-It Records
[Master P & E-40]
UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! (C'mon, ooh)
Y'all feel that? (I feel it playboy, I smell you)
It's real out here 40 (It's real Pee!)
[E-40]
I'm out here in the slums where thugs be usin, ghetto tactics
like, choppin up candy canes
sittin on top of a dried up JCPenney pee-stained mattress
Whatever it takes to survive, see that's what I supply
Like slippin and slidin in the grocery store
and settling out of court
Soft white coke-a-plants turn into hard solidses
Thirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wallets
The saga continues, the struggle's just beginnin
And it's hard to look up to snotty folks, cause THEY be sinnin
'Pac gone, Biggie gone, Seagram gone -- and we also lost Eazy-E
one of the first gangster rappers of all time
to the most vicious and deadliest disease in history since cancer
To Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone
From the graveyard shift, RBL's Mister C
One love, to Rappin Ron and Plann B
Victims of the trigger (unnngggggggghhhhhh)
Po' out a little liquor
Chorus: repeat 2X
It's not the same, this world is crazy
We out here goin through it all
Everything must change, it's gettin shady
Got our backs against the wall
[Master P]
UNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, I shed tears for pain 40, some for anger
Seen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers
Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) only time'll change it
and fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this game
And my lil' homies ballin, picture me fallin
and momma in the funeral screamin and crawlin
Is there a heaven or hell?
To ghetto kids in the anky only time will tell
And jealousy, and envy, come with money
While crooked, politicians, run the country
And it's a, damn shame to see my, weeples vanish
Now they teach us ebonics, what about english and spanish
I couldn't, live my life behind bars and gates
While the government play a game called process to eliminate
Chorus
[E-40]
Case #246, shootin in an inhabited area
They was steady complainin about the dope sellin
But they ain't never been evicted, or convicted
They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested
Shackled like an animal for pushin rocks
Dang near choked to death by motorcycle cops
Pepper sprayed and laughed at like that shit was funny
Pregnant breezy threw down on her tummy
Do you ever think I'll ever be able to get
a chance to repent and ask the lord for forgiveness
before he close the casket, will my son end up growin up
without a father will he end up bein a bastard?
A bastard -- that's a good question (unggggggggghhhh!)
I don't know, I don't know
You got Moesha, E?
All tha time, B
You got your Indonesia, B?
All tha time, E
You got the street sweeper broom?
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there too?
All tha time
Might not know how to read and right, but I do know Arm and Hammer
If the screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black, that means it's bamma
If it's too many seeds in your weed, then chop 'em down
If your blood gets bogus, then run his ass out of town
I'm on the Carquinez Bridge, terminal three, quarter after seven
Pockets full of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine revvin'
Smebbin', talkin' hella shit to the cashier
Pi-pi's get right behind me askin' me how much
I been had to drink and I said, "A beer"
Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin' drunk
Let's see I done hit one, two, three, ain't no tellin' how many skunk
In and out of the holdin' cell, blood alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer
I been in it, all around it, co-founded
Did it when I done it, I must've been blunted
Ninety-six hundred for the two P's
I let the homie K-One run through these
Places that I roam I let the hubs alone
I wonder if they're trippin' at Nextel phones
A bad motherfucker for the butter and grits
And you niggaz need to know this shit
You got Moesha, E?
All tha time, B
You got your Indonesia, B?
All tha time, E
You got the street sweeper broom?
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there too?
All tha time
I got the turf on lock, twenty-six block
One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by eight o'clock
Organized crime, bitch, all the time bitch
Get off his dick and get on mine bitch
I be smokin like a broke-down Coupe DeVille
Poppin' them generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't hold me, and neither could y'all
Bitch me and my Click is off the wall
I fucks with everybody to somebody, major factors
To niggaz if you can't understand this shit
Then nigga you must got your mask on backwards
Tiptoeing through the 'hood nigga is no good, nigga
Gotta have a pass, so we get that ass
You got Moesha, E?
All tha time, B
You got your Indonesia, B?
All tha time, E
You got the street sweeper broom?
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there too?
All tha time
Now the parties don't start until we walk in
Drunk off that gin, down to check yo' chin
I'm a mannish motherfucker with the chips and bread
And enough to have your head kind of tough
Bluffin' don't exist, we pull the whole cards
Tail between the legs when you walk in the yard
So if you hard, and wanna stay that way
You better watch what the fuck you play
(Check it out)
It's bring your own bottle, 'cause I be likin'
To get to perkin' somethin' awful
And compute that motherfucker slurrin'
Talkin' crazy to bitches, weeble-wobblin'
Burpin', gurgin', stomach growlin' off the hinges
Lurkin', torqin' my stay highs with Red Ledges
I'm tryin' to get that fast quarter, fuck a slow nickel
Run a smooth ass operation without gettin' caught in the pickle
Take my cool ass on a vacation that maybe someday stop
Buy me an empty commercial lot
And turn it into a car wax wash and detail shop
You got Moesha, E?
All tha time, B
You got your Indonesia, B?
All tha time, E
You got the street sweeper broom?
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there too?
(feat. E-40)
[D-Shot]
Hey now baby, how you be doin?
You been doin fine?
You know you called me last week
I got your message but I was outta state, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(Now I comes through, just like the hog I am)
It seems you need a little bit of excitement in your life
(All up in her bedroom, til Renee humming my tune)
I'm here for you, don't sweat it
(She's got an attitude, I'm just her man)
How your man be treatin you?
(She needs me to get her in the mood)
I know
(I had to hit her, I'm never stairy I'll be yo huckleberry!)
See you can call me any hour, that's how we do it
I'm in and out, and partner you ain't knowin this
She loves you goodly but she's all on a player's tip
Cause you ain't givin, somethin that she really needs
And that's that good ass lovin, partner can't you see
She's bored no trust, she sits in the house all day
While you out there ballin, tryin to have it the kingpin way
She gets no time, your schedule way too deep
You leaves out the house everytime you get a beep
To all you ladies, sweet dark and lovely
See players like me, I likes to taste the Easter bunny
I likes to lick you down, give you self esteem
I'm the playboy you want, on your under team
Yo' huckleberry, mackin fast Shot-ty
One of them type of ballers on the same level as Gotti
So all you tenders, it's all to the good
So page me on the under and I'll creep through yo' hood
[chorus]
If you need some lovin, lovin girl
I'll be yo' huckleberry, berry
And if you need someone to talk to girl, talk to girl
You can call me on the under, under
[E-40]
Lookin at my oyster perpetual Rolex, browsin through my Rolodex
Baby done left a verbal, want me to hit that girdle
Come through on a tuck, while he's in the shower
Get in on the ease with robbin him, after hour
Slumpin gen-a-talia, regulatin
Cheatin in next room, fun-a-catin
Demonstratin, new and improved moves
Legislatin, perkin drinkin booze
But when you plug it, baby see you soon
You say one day, we gon' jump the broom
It was seven years, and G is faithful for ya
But did she love ya, or was she used to ya
It ain't my fault you got too attached
But don't check me partner, check yo baitch
Wanna know my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry
I'll be yo huckleberry
[chorus]
[D-Shot]
I'm on yo mind, twenty-four seven
When you at work, you calls me at eleven
And that's cool, cause my number won't be on yo' bill
Ohh baby girl all we wanna do is keep it real
No hesitation, we wanna play this game right
But if you feel me, we gots to have our game tight
So we can smob to the beach and pain n all
Rub you down to the canvasol
One hundred miles away, while your man think you at work
That boy Shot, is all up in these skirts
If there's a bluebird on my shoulder should I hit him
I turn him around, then from the back that's when I kill him
But hittin it from the back ain't always what I wanna do
I got ta do you hard, so you can tell your crew
That that boy Shot knows how to... tuck
He got you givin it up
And you ain't done that in years
That's right
And you ain't done that in years
[chorus]
Keep it on the under, on the under, no one has to know
It's between me and you, take my pager number
E-40
Miscellaneous
Baller Blockin'
[turk]
Everyday, all day all we do is get our grind on
From sun up to sun down get our grind on
Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank
Send a hit at these niggas so we could be the jank
You now how it is want everything for myself
Want every nigga scorin for me nobody else
Imma dog it ain't not secret i want it all
Tha coke, dope, hoes and tha fancy cars
Tha game is cold but it's fair nigga
Can't trust no man cuz a nigga don't care nigga
Nigga will do anything just to be tha man wit all tha work
Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter erase you off tha earth
Them niggas cut throats this shit is real cuzen
Better know tha game cuz if you don't you get killed cuzen
Be ready to take a nigga to war behinds yours
Spark when it get dark and leave brains on the curve
[turk](hook)
Why you blockin us
Baller blockin us
You niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin us
[baby]
Niggas baller blockin so they lettin off shots
Tha feds came thru can't stop tha clock
Then why a nigga up tryna close my shop
Lovely came thru in a bentley drop
Tha cadilac truck we painted then got hot
Still runnin thru them hallways tote'n a glock
Word got around curly tryna close my shop
Tha mail man down bad he can grab tha glock
Tell tha stupid hoe shut up she bouts to get popped
Tha cameras out and them lights is on
Them feds com'n thru and they gettin it on
So we duck and hide, supply and ride
Big party goin down wit big wood tonite
So we cocked tha glocks
Cuz tha beef is rock
Niggas shootin out windows instead of head shots
Believe that playboy
(hook)
[e-40]
Niggas be gold killin
(?) slippery like grease create y'all bin on a (?) scrilla
Call tha police on a young busta just tryna money mack on a million
You best respect tha game or get yo cap pilled in
Whoopin ass and takin names about my pay
Straight up out tha year 2000 y2k
We ain't fit tha bearin fuck bamas, (?), (?)
How bout atlanta you know
We ain't gotta smash pennies to make (?) no mo (beyotch beyotch)
See i just look like this
Project english left and plain
We use words like "it's all gravy tre"
I spit tha (?) from tha job
My nigga baby and them law
Tha block controller just seen it all
From white to brown and yellow (beyotch)
Pineapple y'all
Leaky brown color to baller blockin y'all
Wit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smell
Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ya dig
Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) hoe
Hook
[juvenile]
I know i need to stop but i'm solja so fuck it
Besides i'm responsible fo supplin tha public
My daddy got shot so i'm holdin it down
Outline, out of bounds puttin four in a clown
Bitch answer when i call make me know you got my change
Is it explodin in yo brain, do you think i'm playin games
See that's why lil niggas like u get murder over 'caine
Put yo self in a spot where u won't be working again
I ain't gone let yo partners from yo block confuse ya
You broke 'em off a package and they tryna misuse ya
Now tell 'em who got assed out you and me too huh
And bubba want his money so i gotta kill you now
And all these muthafuckin laws tryna take mines
I ain't wit that bullshit two at tha same time
Fuck i might at well give tha dope game up
But beatrice said he got a fresh package that came up
When a motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean, I mean
And a nigga be 70 Deep
But if a nigga let his motherfuckin' scrotum hang over his shoulder
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch
Hoes, hoes, money, roll
Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do'
(Bone crusher)
Bring the pain, to your skull
Y'all niggaz don't want a fight, all y'all want is a hug
Your bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug
Let's take it to the grass and we'll see what's up
Y'all knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin' with me
Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky & Hutch
Motherfucker don't act like you can't get touched
Grindin' niggaz bows up and we turn 'em to dust
As the crowd go ah-ooh aah 'cause you know you fucked up
They don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realest
Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers, this A-T-L nigga
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch
I sit at the bar and tear up hundred dollar bills
My car, my Hummer got 26 inch rims
I'm a star on my side of the earth, I bleed the block
Promethazine, codeine, water and hubba rock
Million dollar dreams and fiends and things of that nature
Triple beams and things and T-Mobile paint ya
Told myself, I need to stop pushin' hop
I need to stop pushin' hop so I can buy a WingStop
My young hyenas be bustin' guns, mashin' and pistol packin'
Smokin' so much 'dro that our lungs feel like they collapsin'
Trick I see you and yo' partners laughin'
Jaw-jackin' and scammin' and plottin'
Old soft-ass, medicated, cotton-ass nigga
You're out of line I told you once befo' it's dubya dot
Bust a head dot com, on mine, hit the flo'
And don't come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the Valle-Jo
Still rappin' like I'm po', beotch
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch
I'ma kill a motherfucker's ass if I have to
But is it worth it is the question that I ask you
To blast your punk-ass
And is you bleedin', only to give Satan a damn good
Reason to play with me, look bitch I'm sayin'
You don't listen 'less that tec-9 sprayin' yo' ass
Glass breakin' in your home boy, thinkin' you fast
I never mash out, 'til the iron smack up yo' body
Then you pass out, I pray to God for peace
I done best to get my black ass out of these streets
But y'all don't listen 'less I'm cussin' and bustin' the shit
You keep beggin' and I'ma give it to ya you bitch
In your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs
You want war, you will get it for Mr. Crawfordson
They call me really really doe, ain't no hoe in my blood
A couple slugs bitch you thugs'll give me a hug
Real gangster niggaz raise up, y'all sticky ooh-wee niggaz blaze up
Or get yo' ass sprayed up, bitch nigga
And there you have it
(And there you have it)
(Anybody)
Don't act like you can't get touched, peeyimp
Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher
(That's right)
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz, David Banner
And E-40 Belafonte, pimpskillet
[Jayo Felony]
Forty-WADAHHHHHHHHH!
Ehhh. (ehh.) YEA!
We do this for life ya dumb fucks, y'all niggaz is dumptrucks
The type to bitch up, and getcha eyebrows plucked
Mark my words loco gon' have it like Motown's heyday
So dope they name us all twice like we, Pelle Pelle
You better be prepared to call me Bullet Loco Gorde
Pop my collar with none other than Earl-40
Square off on a square like it's high noon, cause i'm a tycoon
If you fuck with Sick Wid It y'all niggaz gon' die soon
I can't make a fiend do nuthin against they will
I just leave they eyes so yellow you see em and yield
WHOA -- spill the guts of the ones that's not real
So when you see me nigga scream out one shot kill
Gotta, spot on my shoe from all the blood we spill
I get it even if I don't want it nigga like free refills
Y'all don't wanna give us our props, y'all niggaz gon' get dropped
Nigga fuck hip-hop, nigga this CRIP-hop {*gunshot*} WHAT?
Chorus: E-40 + Jayo Felony (repeat 2X)
Pimp'n why you splurgin? (Cause I can)
Why you go up in my bitch? (Nigga cause I can)
Why you smokin all that broccoli? (Cause I can)
Why everybody think you rich? (Nigga cause I am!)
[E-40]
Motherfucker? grew up on the undertuckamajig
My destination control the block
Fast ass wad full of ones in my pocket
with a hundred dollar bill wrapped on top
Thirty-two shot extended clip to keep it trill when I pop
Durin the summer it's Zenith's but in the winter ride stock
Better believe us don't try to play us for false
cause it's not a game no way no how
Bullet Loco, Charlie Hustle and Major Payne nigga now
How you think peons try'na deallllllllll with it?
Fuck around and wind up gettin killllllllled with it
Beotch! New booty rappers get penalized, and expedited
Cause they don't think about they shit, before they write it
We don't sell narcotics with the po-po problems, playboy take a look
We off into real estate, CD's, millions of books
Used to be crooks still hang around crooks, dealers and ex-cons
Niggaz with Lucci from slangin that alcohol and shermon
Players with cake, pushin they weight, try to find the last trap
Transfer they bloody bread to llegal corporate scratch
What they want?
Chorus
[C-Bo]
Are y'all fools ready for dis? It's for loco for sure I'll blast
With Bullet Loco and 40-Water we take your life then we haul ass
Tall cash stacked in the basement
Can't leave the house with less than a zip an a extra clip
Niggaz wanna know why I get down like this ain't that a bitch?
You see my, life on TV cause it's the daddy with the? and a P
Niggaz just can't seem to get away from PD while they surrounded me
and houndin me cause I ball hard, on parole in a double-R
Fifty to a hundred G's and je-wels on wrists
Nigga we ghetto stars
Shit my niggaz spent G's and push drop Bentleys
Remi Mark sippin, Cristal, X-O Hennesey
And better believe if we enemies we spray ya wit these
Every night at twelve have your whole motherfuckin city prayin on knees
and still 40-Water pass the strap and I blast, Jayo hit the gas
Had to tear his whole motherfuckin head off tryin to get to his stash
Every man they all man, quick to pull a lick out the Brougham
Only reason I rode down on that bitch ass nigga, is because I can!
Ooh, pencil me in
It's Fonzarelli the Ballatician in yo' face again
Back again, happenin' with my folks and next of kin
Asians, Blacks and Mexicans, Caucasian folks and all my friends
Lost on gin, count to ten, fits to turtle, hold it in
Northern Cali, scrilla gone Valley, California fools'll do ya
Like this song? Sing along, 40 Water man you know he wrong
In the traffic, Mayne on the phone, bright candy on all that chrome
Shoes and socks, Jacob watch, CD changer with the knock
Cock Glock back stack, leave yo' head off in yo' lap
Mark mark sip sap, you ain't gotta like the way
This pimp spit this rap, I don't like you anyway
It's a man's game, stay up out the lane
If you can't hang with the gang bang
Players pimps and hustlers from the sewer pipes and gutter drains
Players pushin' Mary Jane, gorillas in the mix of thangs
Boss unleashin' off the chain
It's a man's game, stay up out the lane
If you can't hang with the gang bang
Players pimps and hustlers from the sewer pipes and gutter drains
Players pushin' Mary Jane, gorillas in the mix of thangs
Boss unleashin' off the chain
I was in my Chevy blunted doin' about a hundred
Dippin' through my hood but the hood lookin' haunted
Task musta raided, I hope my homies made it
I hope they got some yo-yo left, I hope they didn't confiscate it
I hope nobody got shot to death, I hope nobody bleedin'
I hope they didn't come through dumpin'
With they street-sweepers sweepin'
Put to rest, layin' in the mortuary in there sleepin'
Put a hole in the flesh, formaldehyde to stop the place from stinkin'
Drinkin' vodka, [Incomprehensible] coppin' mo', Keys than Alicia
From Yakama all the way to Canada, they think I'm a janitor
Man of the hour, devour I'm mo' ready with some sour
Slippin' sticky, dowicky, smokin' turtle with my partners chillin'
It's a man's game, stay up out the lane
If you can't hang with the gang bang
Players pimps and hustlers from the sewer pipes and gutter drains
Players pushin' Mary Jane, gorillas in the mix of thangs
Boss unleashin' off the chain
It's a man's game, stay up out the lane
If you can't hang with the gang bang
Players pimps and hustlers from the sewer pipes and gutter drains
Players pushin' Mary Jane, gorillas in the mix of thangs
Boss unleashin' off the chain
Ecstasy, dirty piss test test
'Cause he got five different drugs up inside of he
Can't get a J-O-B, nobody wanna hire he
Ex-con, parole with a felony
Some of my dudes be smokin' cloves
Some of my dudes be powderin' they nose
Some of my dudes be off that kangaroo
Some of my dudes be drunk like me and you
Some of my dudes be off that nave
That's that shit them city boys done fucked around and made
Some of my dudes be off that lean
That prescription, that syrup, that codeine
It's a man's game, stay up out the lane
If you can't hang with the gang bang
Players pimps and hustlers from the sewer pipes and gutter drains
Players pushin' Mary Jane, gorillas in the mix of thangs
Boss unleashin' off the chain
It's a man's game, stay up out the lane
If you can't hang with the gang bang
Players pimps and hustlers from the sewer pipes and gutter drains
Players pushin' Mary Jane, gorillas in the mix of thangs
Boss unleashin' off the chain
It's a man's game
It's a man's game
It's a man's game
It's a man's game
It's a man's game
It's a man's game player
[E-40]
Ghetto celebriteeeeeee... ooooh
(You ain't heard shit, you ain't did shit
'til you got yo' wig split)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.
{Nobody. nobody}
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.
(You ain't did shit, you ain't heard shit
'til you got yo' wig split)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.
{Nobody. nobody}
Ahhh (AHHHH)
I got straight thrick-fifty-fifty-seven, reasons
that are criminals, thugs, hoodlums, heathens
Smoke wet, daddies, sherm, high
Bloop bloop dip dip water water fry
Crack, COCAINE yola, bloody sheets
They brought it in on a plane, and I put it on my streets
1300 block, magazine
40 in the kitchen cookin, ice cream
Zippers, zones, her-on and hubba rocks
Gotta little kids to the front yard runnin around distractin the cops
Skirts, breezies felines, hootchies shorties
Playaz pimpin, gettin blunted and drankin forties
Chevies Cougars, Firebirds,? and Fairlanes
Monte Carlos, Mavericks, Novas and Ford Mustangs
Bout them dollars (bout them dollars)
Sittin on twinkies (sittin on twinkies)
Need a half a key? Need to come see me, Mr. Local Celebrity
Chorus: Suga T each 3rd line in ()
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.
[From a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word]
{Nobody. nobody} (Mmmmmmm, ghetto celebrity!)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.
[From a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word]
{Nobody. nobody} (Ghetto celebrity)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.
[From a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word]
{Nobody. nobody} (Mmmmmmm, ghetto celebrity!)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.
[From a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word]
{Nobody. nobody} (Ghetto celebrity)
[E-40]
BEOTCH! Fo' A.M., tryin to make some bank
with a bulletproof apron, cookin the crank
in apartment letter C, building number three
Where ery'body and their grandma be
but everybody know me though, WE FOLKS
Busted the man they seen us in vogues
Ain't no, snitch codes
Just pimps and playaz, hookers and hoes
Only problem that we haaaaave, is with the man
Cause a couple of my Sigourney went up in one of my, methamphetamine labs
Double-oh-G shit, we rides, hardtops and trucks
Empty the clip dere, high speeds, dumpin on the cops
It's mad dope like the Grinch, who did what? Who stole Christmas
Attitude over there by the fence BUTT-NAKED
Toe-tagged him, that's how they found yo' dirt
Damn, uh-ohh, shit, hold him up
The homey from the block just got busted for robbin an armed truck
Assed out, to' up, stupid stuck
without a doubt, shit out of luck (shit out of luck)
I ain't no fictionary rhymer, fool I'm a timah
ever since I came out of my, momma's vagina
Chorus
[E-40]
Been smokin tweed since nine, but I got too used to her
Now I be powderin my nose, with some of that there sugar booka
My G's tell me I'm out of line but my head is all I can see
I know some timahs that been snortin for years, and they still sharpest
Dude you know the game let me explain you can take some notes (notes)
I never hung around kids, just grown folks
When it's a drought in the town, we sell BOMB
and let our boys drive our cars to the prom
Vipers, Bentleys, Jaguars, drop-top Mercedes
Porsches, Lincolns Ferraris Volvo S-80's
Stretchers, choppers, heat mizers and M-16's
SK's, sawed off shotguns, AR-15's
AK's, fresh out the box, the choo choo train (the choo choo train)
Po-Po, left it unlocked, now that's some game!
You know, that I know, that you know who I be
Need a half a key, nigga come see me, Mr. Local Celebrity, UHHH
[Suga T]
Never forget a big timah. ghetto celebrity
Don't forget me when you. ghetto celebrity
Hustlin, money. ghetto celebrity
[Hook:]
I bet you ain't never seen 26's on a range
Iced out VVS stones and a chain
She Want a Hood boy [x4]
I bet you ain't never seen a nigga pushin' that work
Gettin it, how he live stuntin' on the turf
[Verse 1: E-40]
She Want a Hood boy
She want a hood boy
She don't want no mark
Body art on his arm's and neck and across his heart
They throwin' up the block
I represent my part
It's a zoo I got more animals then Noah's ark
I keep the bottles cracked
I got the dro sparked
44 cocked
S65 parked
I'm a hood boy
I be ridin' wet
Insides jelly
Touchscreen deck
They say you go boy
I love yo' swag and 'staljha'
I remember fo' you rap you used to sell that yowder
Breitling for Bentley watch
26 inch socks
Pick a ride girl
I got a car lot
[Hook:]
I bet you ain't never seen 26's on a range
Iced out VVS stones and a chain
She Want a Hood boy [x4]
I bet you ain't never seen a nigga pushin' that work
Gettin it, how he live stuntin' on the turf
She Want a Hood boy [x4]
[Verse 2: E-40]
I got paper
But I be on the under
Every 3 or 4 weeks I change my phone number
Pope's be trying to watch me
On some old shit
I give em' the same line
I don't know shit
I don't want a model
I want some stretch marks
30 pound butt meat cheeks pull apart
Damn I be coonin'
Japanese jeans on
Shorty on my line
She got me on her ringtone
She love me
I like her
I'm too hood
To wife her
I'm to hood to wife her
Plus I got 3 just like her
I'm on this XO Landy
Mixed with 40 water
[Hook:]
I bet you ain't never seen 26's on a range
Iced out VVS stones and a chain
She Want a Hood boy [x4]
I bet you ain't never seen a nigga pushin' that work
Gettin it, how he live stuntin' on the turf
She Want a Hood boy [x4]
[Bridge:]
I can tell when she lookin' at me
I can tell she wan't a nigga from the streets
She wan't that hood boy [x4]
I can tell when she lookin' at me
I can tell she wan't a nigga like 40
She wan't that hood boy [x4]
[Hook:]
I bet you ain't never seen 26's on a range
Iced out VVS stones and a chain
She Want a Hood boy [x4]
I bet you ain't never seen a nigga pushin' that work
Gettin it, how he live stuntin' on the turf
Let me gas this shit right quick
UHH!
[Verse 1:]
40 Something, still got it
Fuck double platinum I'm try'na go double profit
I'm in my own lane, that independent shit
They back fuckin with me, a hundred thousand shit
I'm a pyramid you a square
I got that from my nigga Shake Da Mayor
Mr. Flamboyant is back I cut my head
They wanna see me go pop but the streets won't let me take it there
As real as they come it's the shortish on me
I feel they organic no MSG
They diffy can't understand me they tardy
They true they hella late they outta touch with the streets
They favorite rapper is weak to me they need to stop sleeping on me
Separately from the game I'm a whole 'nother pedigree
They don't did them like they used to no mo, mane I'm alone
Brah I made outta steel these niggas made outta Styrofoam
[Hook:]
This industry ass niggas (FUCK EM!)
A&R;'s that think that they rappers (FUCK EM!)
Set tripping ass DJ's (FUCK EM!)
Closed-minded program directors (FUCK EM!)
Internet tough guys (FUCK EM!)
Managers that steal and lie (FUCK EM!)
Janky ass promoters (FUCK EM!)
If they ain't rockin' with E-40 (FUCK EM!)
[Verse 2:]
These funny ass acting commercialize rappers be killing me
But they wouldn't be shit without radio, BET or MTV
Everybody wanna know how I got famous how I became a celebrity
I did it independently didn't nobody signed me potna I signed me
What the fuck you think E-40 be saying is he really from the game?
People love me mane I'm an icon it's more than just my slang
People bug me mane like a python I squeeze on em mane
When you goin retire? Probably when I expire (uhh)
You might not see me on the TV channel
But in the hit I'm still hot like the left sink handle
Mobster like Marlon Randolph keep it lid like a candle
Or sumthing like Rambo who's mandatory I pull the torch (uhh)
I'm an intelligent heevan
Fuck Chico State Police, they ban me for no reason
And oh yeah, just to let'chu suckers know
I ain't rapping to fast y'all just listening too slow
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Uhh! They thought I was this but I was really that
I been making records before some of y'all was in y'all daddy's nut sack
Water then ever
Matta fact I think I'm better than I was hella years ago selling tapes out the liquor sto'
How many years was that bro? I don't know
Prolly 24 couple of the vaca's or so, the late eighties about my doe
Did you pitch that blow? Man I plead the fif
How you get rich than tho? Bitch by doing this...
Dedication of hard work, sweat and tears, this ain't luck
This one of the longest runs in any rap career nigga what
I got my name from drink and hella beers to the gut
Standing in front of my home nicknamed by Derek Jones (BITCH)
I been selling my own with my cell phone me and my own money
Just me and my family I don't know nobody
But my fans and my folks and my real homies
That be ready to scrap if somebody say sumthing bad about me
[Chorus:]
All in favor of giving ripped and gone
And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super high
You might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I
[Verse 1: E-40]
Brought me in and watch me go, bad on a hoe ass nigga
Don't give me no more I'm on my second fifth of liquor
Once I'm power up it's hard for me to power down
I fuck a nigga up, and put tears on em like a clown
I went from rags to riches, riches to rags,
Top convertibles, Benzs and Jags
Smoking me herbal, sipping me wine,
Or should I say turbo 'cause it's green and it's lime
Ever since he was infant he was raised around pimps
When he took his first step, he walked with a limp
Man this nigga hard headed damn fool
His teacher sucked his dick in high school
Supercalifragilistic ex be ala hooligan
Breakin down the diesel mixing cookies with the
headband
Went to jail on a Friday, didn't get out till Tuesday
Got a DUI for drinking too much lou, bitch
[Chorus:]
All in favor of giving ripped and gone
And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super high
You might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I
[Verse 2: Too $hort]
I. Got a DUI, why? I didn't even have to drive
Now, I'm in jail for a crime, made bail and I paid the
fine
My lawyer charged me high ass prices,
DNV, bout to take my license
Insurance, is going up, and when I go to court I know
I'm fucked
All this shit, just for drinking
Need a designated driver, I'm to drunk for thinking
Two hands on the steering wheel
Don't let a friend drink and drive if you being real
Might crash the whip, might lose your life
If I get too high tonight just make sure
I making home safe and you do the same
Now let's get fucked up and lose it man, bitch
[Chorus:]
All in favor of giving ripped and gone
And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super high
You might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Roll the paper so loud I wake up the neighbors
The boss I don't need no favor
You pussy so fuck a hater bitch
Now that my cake up, my crib got an elevator,
My new shoes is alligator
And ever meal got a waiter with it
And I'm all about pour drank up
While I'm rolling the stank up
Sweat my wife out her make up,
Blow a pound when I wake up,
See the cars they don't wanna race us
I do it big niggas do it A Cup
Walk up in the club then gonna bring some champagne
I'm a blow a lot of drugs, I put money on it,
Spendin all this bank let a fuck nigga hate
Real nigga show love sound funny don't it
All this money think I lucked up,
All this Gin got me fucked up
Man I live life the taylor way
Drinking Bombay and lemonade, rolling up some paper
planes.
[Chorus:]
All in favor of giving ripped and gone
And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super high
You might start to feel like a bird that can fly
[Talking: Tupac]
Because I can't always be in the Bay
And I know how the Bay is the Bay is the side people man if you ain't there they goin talk about'cha
So I want them to know, I love you I feel you I'm representing for you
So I know I gotta certain amount of acclaim and everything so I bring the Bay with me
I know E-40 is what I was when I was with digital underground
He is the Bay right now...
E-For-Ty
E-For-Ty
E-For-Ty
E-For...
[Hook: x2]
E-For-Ty (what's my name?)
E-For-Ty (who I came to see?)
E-For-Ty (who got the most game?)
E-For-Ty (what they call me?)
[Verse 1: E-40]
Ugh! Back like I never left
Fake niggas hate me real niggas love me to death
I used to be broke when I was a child
Now I'm papered up, I'm what they call a cash cow
Y'all grew up on this thow
I'm the 'with that was' and the 'with that is' right now
(What else pimp?) I fucks with everybody that somebody
They're out there yes the little people and the nobodies
My jeopardy got it tatted on my arm
I am terract where Ron Jeremy is deformed
Unique people love the way I speak
"That nigga 40 a fool, he be having me weak" (Ugh)
The voice of the soil face of the Bay say what the people wanna say what they gotta I like to stay
So they count on me to be later the way they threw me
You see the realest rapper alive you niggas live through me
BIATCH!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
Ugh! Gas no surpass now I'm outlasting em
Damn your favorite rapper he's no match form
Nigga disrespect I'll bring his hat too em
Spend a little change have a friend shoe em
Workaholic I'm hungrier than you dudes
One thing about me is I bust moves
I stay coming with slaps
Every time I drop an album people expect that
All the way through front and back
After all these years that nigga can still rap (UGH)
Earth quaking, heavy rotation
2 AM in the morning after the club at the gas station
All you hear is my mackin ass
And I'm jocking the crack drive-thru getting they food fast
Accompaniment the wolf (who else?)
The pen players and the pushers
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3:]
Out with the old and in with the new
I should of said in with the old and out with the new
Whoopin ass with this tongue fool you got mo' sales than me
But I got more respect than you (Ugh)
I'm from the gang cooking burgers in the kitchen
Used to get off weight like nutri system
Alot of my lamas locked up in prison (who?)
Free Mack West and Katie Stuntz, missing
Ugh! Always on the move?
I stick to the script plus strictly by the old school rules
Might not work destruction but I talk twos
Hammers is staple it'll knock ya out the shoes (BLAH)
My life ain't never been no peach cobbler
What is the Bay without war?
When there's a drought, I'm sorta like a force of nature
I used to sprinkle em but now I make it shower
Baby got the club on lock
V.I.P. with the bottles getting popped
That's what I like to see (drank-drank got the club on lock)
Go lil mama go, go, go, go, go (drank-drank got the club on lock)
Go lil mama go
Shawty got it all turnt up
Rocking with her girls looking good as fuck
That's what I like to see (drank-drank got the club on lock)
Go lil mama go, go, go, go, go (drank-drank got the club on lock)
Go lil mama go
Ooh!
She running her phone so she got the building on lock
The other girls mad because she bad and they not
I'm on her I'm at her I'm on the case immediately
Try'na do some things you can see on regular TV
Parental guidance rated X, not rated PG
Take her to the double tree and spread her legs like a V-neck
A couple of hours after we meet
She had a tattoo on her coochie that read 'slippery when wet'
I left a good taste in her mouth after I head
Sat on the edge on the couch and smoked a spliff
Felt hella guilty after I played her my bitch
But at least it was worth it mane, her coochie was the shit
She got it
Lil mama got the club on lock, look
Cameras follow her through the club she photogenic
Them bitches rocking knock-offs but her bag authentic
Club lock I unlock it the crowd shift
The blood pre-roll yack guzzle I read lips
She want a nigga with Rocky Mountains like Colorado
Girl sexy as fuck the seven in the Tahoe
Hard-hitter I teach em how to re count
Club smashed street niggas with larger mouths
She allergic to lames she wanna P
And all my P partners know the terminology
Look, operation pull that ass over black and white
Gas bitches I'm on a petal, like a bike
Yeah, yeah
She got the club on lock
Her booty pop pass so her natural and organic
The thickest broad I ever seen the biggest butt on the planet
I'm try'na stick it and ram it I wanna plug it and jam it
A whole lot to handle but I think I can handle it
She go to work every day, she got her own cake
After the perfect push-up, she get me off like a shake way
Go to City College, all about her cash
Every Tuesday and Thursday she teach a pole-dancing class
She got game, she from Cali
All the ballers wanna be her baby daddy
She ain't shame, she a freak
She fucking up the leather on my seats
This thang all the way on my got this thang beaten the trunk loose
I'm on a big ass bottle of beast on some ocean spray cranberry juice
And I strongly suggest that you don't sit in my transportation
Cause the slap is so severe, and the beats excruciation
My amps my pop your ear possibly collapse yo lung
What color is your exterior? The same as grey poupon
What is you a baller? Yeah but not Lebron
Then what kind of baller are you? The kind that sell heroin
The kind that lives his life illegal, toted gun and desert eagle
Mobster like Bugsy Siegel I listen to 40 music
Don't fuck with too many people mane most of them rappers fake
See Feezy be speaking on some shit that I can relate
When I was in the shoe they see Desus what got me through
My nigga from the Brass to put me up on due, uhh
The grit don't quitting my hustle'll never pause
UH OH! Here come the law I got dope in my draws
BEATCH!
We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front seat
Bendin hella corners in my new school, one deep
Every hood I'm in I get love from the plug
And i probably sold your family member drugs (drugs)
How much money can a man make?
I'm on the block cooking chickens with the pancakes
And my fan base love to get high with me
Get tipsy prolly set they own self a Mickeys
Get em ricky
Beaver he be militant
Send the whole fifty clip through ya ligaments
Got a knot pocket full of them Benjamin's
movin bricks like I'm try'na build a pyramid
Shit
40 glock with the laser dot
And I can make mash potatoes outta tater tots
Ask ya parking; I don't really like to talk alot
Block move like James, Wade and Chris Bosh
Let's get it I'm the real boss with the plug
I don't play I'm the nigga man I run the club
Keep it rough I'm the mayor doing hella stuff
Pass puff and they smell it when I light it up
Nigga what?
We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front seat
Bendin hella corners in my new school, one deep
Every hood I'm in I get love from the plug
And i probably sold your family member drugs (drugs)
What you do for a living a little bit of this a little bit of that
If I ain't got it I know where to get it or I can take it to where it's at
I can probably get'chu a deal, get'cha thirty percent off the sack
Depending on how many you want, and how much you know that a hustler got
Fuckin' right now y'all beefing, then circling yo block
Came to the right place, I got chops fresh out the box
Can have a foosy grape, if you want me too I can
But I gotta be honest with'chu it's goin cost you twenty grand
And a build with the gumble bout two, I was thought with the best Raul
See Raul been a neighborhood iron chef since 1982
Raul stay clockin' loo, boys in blue ain't gotta clue
Raul ain't never pop comp with a spoon or residue
Well what about some weed you got it I beg your pardon
I gotta hella connections my Negro my people they got garden
Need a fake ID or benefit card times is hard
You know Christmas is coming up, I got them gift cards
We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front seat
Bendin hella corners in my new school, one deep
Every hood I'm in I get love from the plug
[Verse 1: E-40]
Rock, paper, scissors
Last resort a dull butter knife
Try'na get rich twice
Taking my chances rolling the dice
Grittin' all day
Califor-nye-aye
Where we love the kids but we don't play
Like my nigga Keak Da Sneak say
I make my money fast
I stay gone like the past
Try'na make my money greener
Greener than my grass
See that brall right there she got ass
I met this chick from Poland
I'm all up in her colon
Left the pussy swollen
When I was poking
[Hook: DecadeZ]
I just need just one more sip to-to-to take home
I been in the streets I just can't leave em alone
Make my money fast yeah I'm in my zone
Better catch me while I'm moving baby I'm on the go
I stay gone
Stay gone [x3]
I stay gone
Stay gone [x3]
[Verse 2: E-40]
Uhh!
It ain't enough hours in the day to get what I need done
The breadwinner of the family, the chosen one
Imagine a car without a motor
I carry the world on my shoulder
Errday since I was a kid age 12
Throwing papers from Vallejo Times Herald
On the Hillside of Vallejo
I went to Franklin Junior High
English and reading not always fail
But when it came to math I was the God
Uhh, I be busy
I ain't got time to watch TV
I ain't got time to play Call of Duty
I ain't got time to watch a movie
I ain't got time to listen to what's going on in your home I got problems on my own
BEATCH!
[Hook: DecadeZ]
I just need just one more sip to-to-to take home
I been in the streets I just can't leave em alone
Make my money fast yeah I'm in my zone
Better catch me while I'm moving baby I'm on the go
I stay gone... stay gone
I stay gone... stay gone
I stay gone
Stay gone [x3]
I stay gone
Stay gone [x3]
[Verse 3: E-40]
Uhh!
I got gouda to get that's what I told my tendo
I'll be gone till Decembo
About a half a year
Don't nothing come to a sleeper but a nightmare
I'm a hustler not a loser
Try'na make our lifes better for the future
I'm a pimp polly gamish up in Curle
On my way to the Nevtherlands, Amsterdam, Eurail
Me and a couple of my hoe bitches
Finna go in to buisness
No bullshit all legit
Brought the step-up shop in the red light district
The red light district like Ludacris' song?
Yeah, and I'll be sending y'all some money home
I'll fly ya out if your horny I know you gone be lonely
But if ya cheat on me I'm going upside your dormitory
BEATCH!
[Hook: DecadeZ]
I just need just one more sip to-to-to take home
I been in the streets I just can't leave em alone
Make my money fast yeah I'm in my zone
Better catch me while I'm moving baby I'm on the go
I stay gone... stay gone
I stay gone... stay gone
I stay gone
Stay gone [x3]
I stay gone
Walla walla walla bang bang (ehh-yeahhhh)
One me on the grand tree damn come from around kingsman (heh heh heh)
Walla walla walla bang bang walla dang dang dang (yea yea)
Walla walla walla bang bang what a dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh)
Its smoky up in here, so open up the vents
We heated up in here... the street instruments
My piranhas is hungry, we play for keep
We freakin this booch, we 60something deep
We licorice booch if you feel a frog its leap
Promiscuous booch sometimes we like to cheat
I'm spillin' my liquor, its all on my clothes
I'm Smellin like alcohol bout to follow my nose
I'm mad doggin and thuggin, buckin and grudging
We off of them pills, and we aint talking bout bufferin
(You flossin grills?) like they do down south
(100 dollar bills?) with furniture in they mouth
If you like it, I love it, when its dry as a drought
If you dig it, I dug it, be about your paper route
If its woofers and sub hits, clientele and clout
Party and clubbing, up in the building talking loud
We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass)
We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)
(Yo) I'm having my yay-per, im feeling my scrill
I'm seeing my money mayne, im a hustler for real
Gotta get it while its good, aint no time to wait
Its dangerous in my hood, with plenty money to make
I'm drinking a beer, im smoking a swisher
I barely can steer, im full of this liquor
I handles my biz, im takin' my exit
Then parking this britch, the magazine street exit
I pull up my truck, im stopping my soul
Stop at the 7-11, talking shit on my phone
Hustler by nature (nature), buster by choice
I'm checkin' my pager, im checkin' my voice
Re-up and re-coppin', peddlin' and pushin'
More keys than a janitor, my nick-name is bookman
Bitches be lookin', old-folk be starin'
Patin' me down, searchin' the clothes that im wearin'
We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass)
We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)
(Yo) many fourteens, M-1 therapy
AR-15 pimpin' m16s without me
Wont be no slang in the gang, it'll be extinct
I've been bamboozled and hit with mayne
People hit with all kind of these identity thieves
Underrated and hated, on by all these squares in the industry
Man I'm a legend pimp, they call me EE four owe
XP boy used to push that blow
Gas, break, dip, stop, and go
Ride the strip, hit the sto'e
You know that I bought it, you know that I got it
Had to cop a bottle of the blue hypnotiq
Incredible Hulks, you know what I mean
Mix it with some bark and watch that shit turn green
Higher than an elephants eye, me and my guys
Off Rossi and hash, after that ass...
We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass)
We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)
Well allllright
Me a bad man, ruff by nature
You punkin' on me you goin' into danger
Me and the Don, ruff and down low ranger
Me thought me pot was comin' from Jamaica
No mess with stranger, no like imposta
Call me forecaster, we more like rasta
With the mix for ganja, I buy a lil cha cha
When they know inside, they blow sofa
We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass)
We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)
Walla walla walla bang bang walla dang dang dang (yea yea)
My nigga you see tha shit?
That bitch thicker than... peanutbutter in da freezer
Like I'm trying to advent that bitch right
Well place ya bid in
That nigga thats a bad bitch
Thass a bad bitch mayne thats a bad bitch
Now thass a bad bitch mayne thats a bad bitch
Thats a bad bitch mayne thass a bad bitch
Thass a bad bitch mayne thass a bad bitch
I just want to dig her out
Blow her couche and back out
Show her what im all about
Bust a nut all in her mouth
Is she handlin?
yeah she's handlin
ass like a sub country girl from Grambling
She got yams? She got cakes
Im trying to get mines a check face
Im not a trip (uh huh) I dont treat
I talk slick, I use mouf piece (thass right)
My name good in the streets girl Im a beast
Concrete from my head to my feet
Fat boy but Im good in da sheets
Scorpio better know it im a freak
Now drop tha captain and this come with this mackin
Im seeing this as a heart problem, girl I aint laughing
Im at this African American mixed with Spanish hoe
Puerto Rican chick could be fungle
Donk so big you can play the bongo
Got a drum roll booty big juicy and jungle
Thass a bad bitch mayne thats a bad bitch
Now thass a bad bitch mayne thats a bad bitch
Thats a bad bitch mayne thass a bad bitch
Thass a bad bitch mayne thass a bad bitch
I just want to dig her out
Blow her couche and back out
Show her what im all about
Bust a nut all in her mouth
I'm on the punk rock brawl with a tat on her throat
She breaking down the swishes so i know that she smokes
She probably does coke, but I dont do coke
Im old school like??? on the ropes
Bitch im on like im so gone
Hoes tell their partners TJs the bomb
Bad ass bitch tall and shes thick
When you're a rapper you can just pick
Look into their eyes that I fucked up their lives
All my ladies friends look like the basketball wives
Pretty ass blondes, nines and tens
I fucked her and all of her friends
Fresh out the store with some brand new gear
Just leave a couple shirts and tell the bitch I live here
Honest, I'll never make a hoe a promise
Im signing off now, Thomas (peace)
Thass a bad bitch mayne thats a bad bitch
Now thass a bad bitch mayne thats a bad bitch
Thats a bad bitch mayne thass a bad bitch
Thass a bad bitch mayne thass a bad bitch
I just want to dig her out
Blow her couche and back out
Show her what im all about
Bust a nut all in her mouth
Droop-e! That bitch is a problem
Pretty face face from heaven but she hot like lava
Halley Berry waist (waist), ass like Shawnnas
She dont play games, head like Rihanna
I do it for the sport pull up in that new Porche
Hatin cause I get more holes than a golf course
Droop-e, this shit aint new to me (negative)
Conary, she luv my jewelery
Take her to the loft get boss no cost
Im a bay nigga baby get wit it or get lost
I be driving crazy we can go around fro
From the bed to showers to the bed to the floor
She said she a good girl but she seems so bad
Want me to introduce me to her mom and dad
Should I, get married and let her into my chest
Or just leave her dress in white like a wedding dress
Thass a bad bitch mayne thats a bad bitch
Now thass a bad bitch mayne thats a bad bitch
Thats a bad bitch mayne thass a bad bitch
Thass a bad bitch mayne thass a bad bitch
I just want to dig her out
Blow her couche and back out
Show her what im all about
[Hook:]
It's just me (it's just me mayne)
And my bitch (and my biatch)
She hates my guts (she hate my guts)
And makes me sick (I can't stand her)
I curse her out (HOE!)
She cuss me out (sorry ass nigga!)
Then we make up (we make up mayne)
Fuck on the couch (on the couch) BIATCH! BIATCH!
[Verse 1:]
UHHH!
My main batch in the front yard finna fight my other batch
Try'na grab each other by each other hair and pull out a patch
Both of them got Vaseline on they face so they both don't get scratched
My neighbors ain't trippin (why?) cause they use to that
The police don't response cause they know they won't be right back
Togetha, foreva, like that? Yup like that
Never Chris Makin under? even though pressure bust sprits
My bitch got my back whether I'm wrong or I'm right
I'm a gangsta and not no little management psychosanian bad
A lightway part time convenience she like when I make her laugh
The other day we was jsut kickin it at powwowing and shit
Have a breakfast at the waffle house, cheese eggs and grits
Then all of a sudden come rushing some on mysterious bitch
Talking and hooping and hollering bout she pregnant and shit
I reached back as far as I can go I can get
Then I slapped the shit out that hoe with the back of my fist
[Hook]
It's just me (it's just me mayne)
And my bitch (and my biatch)
She hates my guts (she hate my guts)
And makes me sick (I can't stand her)
I curse her out (HOE!)
She cuss me out (sorry ass nigga!)
Then we make up (we make up mayne)
Fuck on the couch (on the couch) BIATCH! BIATCH!
[Verse 2:]
Seems like everytime a nigga get home (get home)
A nigga done did sumthin wrong (sumthin wrong)
Caught me sex texting on the smart phone (smart phone)
I'm like "what the fuck is this bitch on? " (bitch on)
Her parents don't really like her cause we know we be on that thug love
And they don't get off in our business cause comments thicker than blood
But her brothers be try'na to test me size me up and mean mug
But they know that I pack that iron and I'm glued with the gloves
For the most part we cool and I respects they gangsta
I gotta baby by they sister we family I ain't no stranger
Me and my bitch got one of them love/hate relationships we some fools
Break up to make up then fuck cussing arguing infused
She don't wanna see me with her and I don't wanna she her with you
But the problem with me and her is all we do is accuse
But at the end of the fuckin day, I'm her man not her mouse
She got mo money than me, but I wear the pants in this house (BIATCH!)
[Hook]
It's just me (it's just me mayne)
And my bitch (and my biatch)
She hates my guts (she hate my guts)
And makes me sick (I can't stand her)
I curse her out (HOE!)
She cuss me out (sorry ass nigga!)
Then we make up (we make up mayne)
Fuck on the couch (on the couch) BIATCH! BIATCH!
[Bridge:]
Can't live with em, can't live without em
We put our trust in, but we still doubt em
Me and my, me and my, me and, me and my bitch
Me and my, me and my, me and, me and my bitch
I love her panties my nigga she love my dirty draws
I love her panties my nigga she love my dirty draws (UHH!)
Can't live with em, can't live without em
We put our trust in but we still doubt em
[Hook]
It's just me (it's just me mayne)
And my bitch (and my biatch)
She hates my guts (she hate my guts)
And makes me sick (I can't stand her)
I curse her out (HOE!)
She cuss me out (sorry ass nigga!)
Then we make up (we make up mayne)
(*Prod. by Rick Rock)
[E-40:]
Turn up the music*
[Chorus (4x): ~E-40~]
(*"Turn up the music!" - {3x}*) Turn up the music
[E-40:]
Pockets starvin, niggaz hurtin, money gone (money gone)
It's kinda like tryin to pass a kidney stone (kidney stone)
But I got hustle in my veins in my bones in my skin
Motherfucker I'ma win!
One foot in the grave (grave) the other one in the pen (pen)
One hand on the scale (scale) the other one on my extennndo
Heartless, empty the cartridge raw
Darkness, get out of Dodge so far
Now I don't look for trouble but trouble be always seemin to find me
Suckers don't wanna schuffle but suckers'll rather try to die me
Blind me, grimey, sneak up right behind me
Creep up on a fixture and give it to a nigga {*BLAOW!*}
You might be slick mayne, but I'm much slicker (I'm much slicker)
You might be sick mayne, but I'm much sicker (I'm much sicker)
That's yo' wife mayne, but she my ripper
What'chu want peeyimp?
[Repeat Chorus:]
[E-40:]
Watch this though...
I was talkin to my mentor, look what I do
I said that I tell him I told him you don't know what I've been through
You don't know what I can do, you don't see what I can see
But I'ma listen to you cause you my motherfuckin O.G.
You can learn from an infant, you can learn from a baby
You can learn from a dopefiend that appear to be crazy
Family I'm lifted like a toilet seat, high as fuck I'm hazy
But there's somethin about that hit on me that make a hustler angry
With a slap like this that make my next door neighbors wanna hate me
Call up police and snitch report a hustler to the federales
Man I'm about my chips, I'm concrete and I'm solid (solid)
Rubber bands, fuck a money clip or wallet (wallet)
Send a sucker to hell or either heaven
With my AK-47 or my FM-57
.62, my Mac-11 make you sing the blues
Blow you out your shoes, your only clue is Headline News
[Repeat Chorus:]
[E-40:]
Uhhh! Turn up the music
Never pull a pistol if you ain't plannin on usin it (mm-mm)
And around around it goes
Roamin stop nobody, no skatin in my Oldsssssss-mobile
Sittin on top of the hill
Smokin on some kill, burnin the rubber off my wheels
Lettin her know that I'm for real, showin off my skill
Me and my, redbone, french and black, maybe Creole
I'd rather not shoot you, I'd rather fight
I just look like this but I'll be the first one to strike!
Fucked this broad the other night
Had the mm-mmm, her monkey was hella tight
Her ex lookin like he wanna take flight
Knowin that the nigga softer than a baby wipe
He tryin to prove it, I knew it, and that fluid'll do it
Before I lose it... turn up the music (beitch!)
(E-40):
[Verse 1]:
Poor, politics, poverty
Puzzling pieces pertaining
Paper, proceeding, profit
Pockets, per dime
Prosperous promise
Puttin' peas in the pot
Proof in the puddin'
You probably think you can
Chorus:
Birds on the highway flying in the rental
The pills look like skittles
And the OG's just as strong as can be
Let's take a trip outta town
I gotta double my money
My connect is waiting on me
Being broke ain't nothing funny
Let's take a trip outta town
Box it up and wrap it
Then let's get in traffic
I can FedEx you a package
You know they say they got it
But I got it man, hey, hey!
Uhh, hey, hey!
Independent scrill, mansion on top of the hill ("Got it! ")
24 inch wheels, luxury automobiles ("Got it! ")
Solid and polished, respect and recognition ("Got it! ")
Thumpers all over the house all in the kitchen ("Got it! ")
Getback skills, my nigga I'm a gritter ("Got it! ")
Turn a scottish nickel to five or six figures ("Got it! ")
Style, finesse and swagger - scavenger ("Got it! ")
Connections, plugs, killers, manpower ("Got it! ")
The gift of gab, the sales pitch of a real estate broker ("Got it! ")
Cutlass Oldsmobile, 442 motor ("Got it! ")
Mannish with it, I carry it like a boss
Knock that ass down, stand over you when I let off
Never out of touch, I'm always in the loop ("Got it! ")
Side hustles, under the table loot ("Got it! ")
Mailbox money, my nigga I'm the nigga ("Got it! ")
Fixture, I got my own liquor ("Got it! ")
Watches and rings, donkey ropes and bracelets ("Got it! ")
I'm havin my change, paper, big faces ("Got it! ")
Wisdom, neighborhood block experience ("Got it! ")
I got game from dopefiends and pimps ("Got it! ")
Loved ones that'll mash yo' head in ("Got it! ")
Factors, that'll call shots from the ten ("Got it! ")
Bitches, batches, broads ("Got it! ")
They love this fatass Sick Wid It hog ("Got it! ")
Benedict Arnolds, Judases and traitors ("Got it! ")
Willy FooFoos, riffraffs and haters ("Got it! ")
Mannish with it, I carry it like a boss
Knock that ass down, stand over you when I let off
The latest slang, the lingo and all the slick talk ("Got it! ")
The sickest flows, the illest style, unorthodox ("Got it! ")
The rapper your favorite rapper duplicate and mock ("Got it! ")
The most recognizable voice in all of hip-hop ("Got it! ")
Platinum and gold records all in the hallway ("Got it! ")
Trophies, certified, by the RIAA ("Got it! ")
Street credibility, history and longevity ("Got it! ")
Father and son chemistry, me and Droop-E ("Got it! ")
House to house, soil to soil, worldwide ("Got it! ")
The whole family on my momma and my daddy's side ("Got it! ")
The gift of spit, the gift to twist a pot ("Got it! ")
If I ever had to go back to grit and cookin rock ("Got it! ")
Baking soda, kilo grams of candycane ("Got it! ")
'Cross the street, broken down Mustang ("Got it! ")
Mannish with it, I carry it like a boss
I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so
(Pray for me)
I've done a few things that just ain't right so
(Pray for me)
What I've been through would make you cry so
(Pray for me, pray for me)
I'm trying to change my life so
(Pray for me)
Ain't no dope on the streets, mayne, I'm behind in my rent
I ain't got nothing to show for all the fedi that I done spent
I told my mom where the cash at, my live insurance policy is the money
She been planning on using to bury me
My ribs touching, my paper struggling, mayne
All my life I been hustling, running in place
But can't seem to finish the race
See dudes get whopped in the face
Get plucked like a bass, flew in the space for senselessness
That's why I stayed prayed up and say my grace
Even when I'm blended
Never know when your life is suspended
God can take his arms from around you and easily end it
At any time, any place, any where
I know my life has been spared on several occasions
Suckas hating, I'm still here
I can block for what's lost and never talk again to each other
Why does it take a funeral to bring a family together?
Bad weather always looks worse through a window
Stressing and rubbing my temples
I make it look easy but it's really not all that simple
I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so
(Pray for me)
I've done a few things that just ain't right so
(Pray for me)
What I've been through would make you cry so
(Pray for me, pray for me)
I'm trying to change my life so
(Pray for me)
Young dude full of soul food, mama cooking pork chops
Uncle slapping dominos, sister playing hop scotch
And this was before the block got hot and infected
And everybody knew my grand daddy well respected, check it
Time went on and the game began
I was losing comrades either death or the penn
I was losing comrades but I'm stacking them ends
We ever go to 600, we losing our friends
When grand mama passed that's when it all went bad
Aunties don't talk, my cousins fighting is bad
In the snow Thanksgiving is like the ones we had and it's sad
So I express through a pen and a pad
I'm on my third wind pimpin' and knowing Jesus is with me
Ain't no weapon form against me, back in common defeating
I've been posted in the cut when them angels come get me
Until that day, homie, just pray for me
I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so
(Pray for me)
I've done a few things that just ain't right so
(Pray for me)
What I've been through would make you cry so
(Pray for me, pray for me)
I'm trying to change my life so
(Pray for me)
My kinfolk, baby, momma on welfare, they house is bigger than ours
'Cause they got section 8 vouchers, W.I.C. and benefit cards
My home girl daughter diabetic, she like to eat a whole lot
She only 9 and a half and taking insulin shots
My dude got a heart condition, his ankle be swollen
'Cause he got high blood pressure and he refuse to quit'smoking
But I'm no better than y'all, I like to drink alcohol
Break out the pen and start writing about the things that I saw
Like kilo grams of that [Incomprehensible] Peruvian flake
Wrapped in aluminum foil and duck tape
Bust open and throwed in the pot, foamy and mush
Melted and locked in a shape of a gigantic size white cookie
Put on the towel to dry and broken down into zips
Quarters and half of 16's and yola get flipped
I maintain my faith in G O D 'cause it's just a test
Repent, we confess, ask for gratefulness, yes, I'm blessed
I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so
(Pray for me)
I've done a few things that just ain't right so
(Pray for me)
What I've been through would make you cry so
(Pray for me, pray for me)
I'm trying to change my life so
(Pray for me)
I'm here right now
(Pray for me)
I need y'all to take this, I need y'all to take this pain away
(Pray for me)
I'm trying, feels like I'm dying
(Pray for me)
I need y'all to pray for me, oh, Lord
(Pray for me)
Every time I look around
(Pray for me)
Somebody got something to say
(Pray for me)
(Pray for me)
I need y'all to pray for me
(Pray for me)
I'm trying to do the right thing
(Pray for me)
How can I help you
What can I do for ya
Lookin' for that China white
Girl that's soft
If I ain't got it
I know where to find it
If I can get it for you
Boss
How much you got in your budget
The more you buy the less it costs
I could front you a few off the side
As long as your ass don't double cross
You crossed a lot of raccoons
Get your cranium sawed off
I got mouths to feed my n****
I can't afford to take no loss
I can give your ass a number
It's up to you to keep it quite
You can't be a punk about nothin'
You gotta keep the money comin'
I'm out here
Dealin' with these suckers
Stopin' the fake ass
Busters
They stab your ass in the back
These brothers turn on you
I know when it's gonna get short
How long this sureness suppose to last
I ain't got the weather channel
To predict the forcast
The plan is hustlin'
'cause there ain't no work there ain't no job
So they stuck in playing this game
And the next thing they gonna rob
Two faceded little ol' heathen
Workin' with the law
Man no matter what you do for n****
They ain't never gonna be satisfied
Tell it like it is
My whole thing is like
Why dudes be lettin' cats get in their ear though
I'm just tellin' it like it is
I don't know what the fuck happened between '96 up into now
N**** is hoes
I'm a tell it like it is
Man n**** is going out backwards man
Kill all this snitchin'my n*** what's up with that
Tell it like it is
If there was a snake it would've bite ya
See you've been fallowin' so many n**** you wouldn't even know what hit ya
Now you don't know which way to look
You don't really know which way to turn
Got you trying to protect yourself
With all the bridges you done burned
You n**** cry to us nowadays
N**** feelings get hurt too easily
Might as well wear a tampon
Might as well be a breezy
A closed mouth don't get fed
And a lazy hustler don't get bread
Pimpin' I can't read minds
I don't know what's in your head
Everybody think they know it all
Wanna hear nobody speak
Shut the fuck up and listen sometime
Even if you an O.G.
Personally I'm a grinder
Let no grass grow under my feet
Don't nothin' come to a sleeper
But a dream
A vision without a plan
Is just a hallucination
I gotta lotta folks in the pen
Programmin'
I'm gonna give it to you straight
I ain't gonna give it to you late
I'm a tell your ass what's real
I ain't gonna tell ya nothin' fake
Man I got my own dreams
Everybody wants me to finance theirs
Tell it like it is
You know who I like I like that boy 40 man
He's 20 years in the game and he consistent
Just tellin' it like it is
Not all of them but allot of these new dudes is
Ringtone rappers man
I'm a tell it like it is
Fools just have one album out
And act like they just it
Tell it like it is
Same song third verse
It's from the heart it ain't rehearsed
The world is full of associates
But very few friends
That wanna contribute nothin'
But wanna help spend your ends
Think before you rock yo mouth
Park your tongue and lip
Watchin who you talkin' round
Never know who you're havin' dinner with
Ain't got nothing good to say
Don't say nothin' at all
That's what I was told
That's what I was taught when I was small
A lot of theses so called artists got too much
Talent
You should be getting' your money on
Instead of hatin' on the next man
It's lonely at the top
But it's next to crowed at the bottom
Tha's why I always keep my pistol cocked
In case I gotta stop em'
Trunk full of slap
Hollerin' at em' back
Pocket full of scraps
Nothin' but thousand stacks
I'm old school
Actin' a fool makin' my presence known
I look at business face to face
Don't like to talk on phones
When I'm at a stop sign or a red light
I leave one car space in front of me
Tell it like it is
Just so I could have enough room to get outta there
Just in case someone try to pop at me or something
Tell it like it is
That's how I was raised
I'm still a student of the game
You could learn from a baby
I'm a tell it like it is
Man I was hollerin' at my grand partner
He said 40 return phone calls and you'll keep your friends
Tell it like it is
Bitch
You two faceded ass mother fuckers
I didn't just help create my music mother fucker
I invented it
Everybody wanna know what the fuck mob music is
N**** this is mob music
Poor ass mother fuckers
[E-40]
H2, 26 inch shoes
Big boy toys, air traveller iceman shoes
Straight fool, look at the way that I wear my hair
Look at the pants and the clothes I wear
Look at the way my that my necklace glare
Cars exotic pimpskillet narcotics
Got 'em pimpskillet, sippin on some Hypnotiq
Pimpskillet a bossy alottamajig, and Sic' Wid It
We pack staplers and zigs and hunting gear equipment
Rug-ers are rigged, I spit at chickens and pidgeons
I flip the clippers at falcons and box Chevy's dippin
Thou'n! Smokin with my next door neighbor
Coughin - turtle and tobacco paper
Gangsta - read all about it
Northern Califoolya got THE talent
Play mindgames and talk slick and slide in
That's why the P's be poppin and the mackin be multiplyin
[Chorus]
Me and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin out the state from us
This is Sic' Wid It, you can't fuck wit us
[E-40]
The Candyman, in the kitchen with the pots and pans
Fiends makin bass pipes, out of ink pens
Where the cherries'll let ya hustle forever
But soon as the murders start occurin they gon' come get ya
Soon as the money start to flowin somebody gon' snitch ya
Soon as the rellis get to knowin that youse a fixture
Off in the bushes on surveillance takin a picture
So the poorer get poorer and the richer keep gettin richer
Real like estate, my works carry a lot of weight
Never on time, always late on a concert date
Get it Raoul, does he know what flavor the Bay
Back up in three-one-oh they give me the playa rank
Born on a MON-DAY! . Forty Bela-FONTE!
Skippin and skatin and slidin, bouncin and dippin and glidin
Spittin and rappin and rhymin, ballin and wellin and timin
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Boy you the opposite of cold!
Your lyrics stick out, like a turd in a punchbowl
You don't give a man fish, you teach him how to fish
You don't give a broad chips, you reverse that shit
I'm talkin about cheese (cheese)
Only time that you 'sposed to do that when, she's yo' main squeeze
Got your babies, drive Mercedes
No if's or maybe's, that's your lady
Quiet on the set!
E-40 Belafonte the greatest game spitter of all time beatin down vets
Comin around the corner in that clean-ass convertible droptop Corvette
How can I forget a lil' bumpy face and a bottle of that there Moet
I bumped into this HOTTIE . at a ghetto-ass PARTY
Frankie V jeans I seen, lookin so fresh and so clean
Got her all up on my team, jockin my glare and my gleam
[Chorus]
[Outro]
(HOT!) 40 Water is
(HOT!) Sic' Wid It still
(HOT!) #1 and we
(HOT!) .
(HOT!) 40 Water is
(HOT!) Sic' Wid It still
(HOT!) #1 and we
(HOT!) .
(HOT!)
(HOT!)
(HOT!)
[Chorus]:
I ain't never been fake
Everything I say about you
I say it to your face
I'm laced
(E-40)
[Verse 2]:
If you can't cook stay out the kitchen
If you cain't swim get out the ocean
Don't hop in the yola game if you're soft as Jergens lotion
Believe half of what you see
and none of what you hear
Analyze that fool before you let him get in your ear
Sleep with one eye opened
and one eye closed
in case the thirsty and dusty trying to kick in your door
[feat. Stressmatic]
[Chorus x2: Stresmatic]
My lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothin
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin
He don't love nothin, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you better watch out for him
[Verse 1: E-40]
When my lil grimey nigga come around fools get nervous
Cause he I'll and sick as the fuck, smirkish, heartless and merciless
His daddy don't claim him even though he looks just like him
His mama been on goup ever since 1990
In and out of foster homes, YA, juvy, still ain't reformed
They say the doctor dropped him on his head when he was born
My lil grimey nigga maney, janky like tricked dice
Never been to church in his life, no conscience, put you on ice
Pack a gun and a knife, aim it right at your brain
Lookin like a plate, tuck it or you gon' get took for your chain
Him and his partners mannish body wounds mean in the hood
Came with an AK-47, pistol, handgun, assault weapon
I be tryina tell my lil grimey, "Slow down! " But he ain't listenin
Lil nigga hardheaded, look forward to goin to prison
Don't care if he make it to 25, he ain't trippin
Fifi, belushi, and pill, syrup and chacha sniffin
[Chorus x2: Stresmatic]
[Verse 2: E-40]
My lil grimey be lurkin and prowlin in the wee hours of the night
With the hungry man and his...
Lookin to bump heads or cross paths with anybody that he got a problem with
Lurkin at the gas station on some old floop shit
Trained and programed to go, about his dough
A hitter, not a barber but carry a extra clipper
Got hella next of kin cousins and uncles up out the Rich
El Sobrante and Hercules teach him taught him how to fish
My lil grimey nigga, all the time right behind me nigga
On the block with the Glock where you can find me nigga
They didn't see his face, but everybody knew his name
Everybody knew his name, silhouette his body frame
I wonder what set he claim? For the money, fuck the fame
Do he make it rain? Hell nah, he gangbang (BITCH)
My lil grimey nigga, keep a dumper stashed in his motor
Set to set robbin niggas, he's a floater
Turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my-turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my-turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my music up, turn my music up
My-my shit bang, my shit bang
My shit bang, my-my shit bang
Nigga my shit bang, my shit bang
My-my shit bang, my-my shit...
Bang-bang-bang, my shit bang
Nigga my shit bang, my shit bang
Nigga my shit bang, bang, bang, bang
(Nigga my shit bang) bang, bang, bang, bang
My shit bang, my shit throp
I'm a muthafuckin beast, I'm a muthafuckin hog
Pull up with the slump
Or should I say black trunk sounding like I got a alligator in the back
Paint wetter than melted ice, ralley and hockey strips
Burning rubber in every light, mean mugging like 'thug ya life'
I be hustling all day and night, pushing all night and day
Twisted and whippin yay, getting my gwopalay
So you put my Gouda my pay, when I get in my way
From da Bay to L.A. to the A this nigga connected
Worldwide nigga this mister how-you-be-headed
You ain't gotta like me but you gotta respect it
Woke up early in the morning and put one in the air
Got so high thought about running for mayor
Slap myself to make sure I was still there
Shit, showered and shaving then I cut my hair
Today I'm try'na get laid then put a pounding on the mug
Try'na find me a bitch with a ass like a Worldstahiphop bunny
Try'na get rich in this collectings stack my money
You can tell that I'm a D-boy by my baller tummy
Sometimes I'm just uppity-up, sometimes I dress skummy
Sometimes I dress high class, sometimes I dress bummy
If it ain't about no cash you can miss me
Most of the time you can find this hustla tipsy
BIATCH! Biatch
Turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my-turn my music up, turn my music up (TURN IT UP!)
Turn my-turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my music up, turn my music up (TURN IT UP!)
My-my shit bang, my shit bang
My shit bang, my-my shit bang
Nigga my shit bang, my shit bang
My-my shit bang, my-my shit...
Bang-bang-bang, my shit bang
Nigga my shit bang, my shit bang
Nigga my shit bang, bang, bang, bang
(Nigga my shit bang) bang, bang, bang, bang
UGHHH! I been running around all day try'na get my decimals up (UH)
Anybody that try to stop me I suggest that they duck
Cause when I get the bucket I can assure you it's nothing pleasant
My arsenal game is east but the west has all kinda of weapons
Even if you're wearing chest protection a trauma plate won't work
Cause I'm a aim at your hammit, I ain't goin aim at you shirt
Alot of these bitch ass niggas should be wearing a skirt
With the box of Morton and some maxi pads in they purse
Pillow talking and biting pillows, acting like some brassies
Cause they're a whole bunch of that sucka shit a bunch of popsicles
I should of been a tourist cause I'm stubborn as a bull
I'm a different type of dude and I stick to the rules
I'm a real nigga best believe it, I live it and I breathe it
I tell it like it is and I call it how I see it
My potna used to be all sharp but now he all fefe
'What do fefe mean? ' Methamphetamine
I can't believe it, man you disappointed me
I'm devastated mayne he lost 2 points with me
I'm standing outside of my crib with some gym shorts and a hoody
Talking to my nig on the celly smoking a philly
Sipping on a fifth of that oil cognac henny
A hundred wall on them bricks, he got caught with a kid of candies
If you didn't go to jail by now he probably be dead
So instead he in there with his uncle his daddy and relatives
UHH!
Turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my-turn my music up, turn my music up (TURN IT UP!)
Turn my-turn my music up, turn my music up
Turn my music up, turn my music up (TURN IT UP!)
My-my shit bang, my shit bang
My shit bang, my-my shit bang
Nigga my shit bang, my shit bang
My-my shit bang, my-my shit...
Bang-bang-bang, my shit bang
Nigga my shit bang, my shit bang
Nigga my shit bang, bang, bang, bang
(Nigga my shit bang) bang, bang, bang, bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!)
Bang, my shit bang
Nigga my shit bang, my shit bang
Nigga my shit bang, bang, bang, bang
[Hook]
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
[Verse]
Easy back it up uh, easy back it up uh
Easy back it up uh, easy back it up uh
Easy back it up bring it back come rewind
Double D top, 43 inch behind
Booty duty onion booty
Baby do your dance drop it like a hot potato
Do a full point stance both hands on the ground ass in
the air
I'ma make you feel it through your pants ,hand full of
hair
I met this thick ass broad her name was Mona
She live in Sacramento in the town
I was on a pine of tuna while squeezing coronas
She was on a tree took her home and I bong bong
God damn the sex was good, she was from the hood
Got me hard as wood hit it like I should
I ain't gotta front get it understood
I do what I want ,suckers do what they could
[Hook x2]
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
[Verse]
A regular party is some fake shit
Come find me where the girls dance naked ,try
I wanna get my dick sucked in the VIP in the stripclub
Looked around and found me one
My flavour I'm trying to pound on some
She got nice titties (nice titties), long weave kinda
pretty
She turned around ,damn ,too much booty in the pass
I told her shake that monkey! I'm feelin' this shit
It's so funky
Somebody said that's right baby girl bounce that back
side
It ain't real that's her new butt
I don't give a fuck bitch toot it up
[Hook x2]
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
[Verse]
Back that ass up like a dump truck
We don't go crazy in the club, we go dumb fuck
Look , looking at her dance I know shawty want it
I had to go crazy E-40 on it
And shawty stupid bad but her man a mart'
Gon' tell his stupid ass you had a change of heart
You don't smoke weed girl you better start
Then she back that ass up in paralel
[Verse]
Like them big booty girls with that long hop
Said she a cali girl but she never ever duck
She be traveling she be say coming from Brazil
Looking like a bag full of hundred dollar bills
And ah, shaking like a B12 in the air
Chilling with me ,we smoke a bill out of gas
Now let me see you back it up like a dump truck
We're looking for a high girl we don't give a fuck
[Verse]
Shorty I might be your first but I will not be your
worst
And if you give me a chance I bet I make your shit
squirt
I take my dick out my pants and then she lift up her
skirt
I told her back her the fuck at me I put that thing in
reverse
Now can I drop a reverse , hell yeah
Beat the pussy up why you understand with
Shawty said I'm crazy as hell and she's scared
But she said it feels real good oh yeah
[Hook x2]
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck,dump truck)
[Background:]
(You're on
You're on
You're on
You're on)
[Chorus:]
I'm on: One, One, One, One, One [x4]
I'm on like a pot
I cook up
I got the hook up
A slap makes the demons look up
I got em' shook up
Yayo college is what I took up
Northern cali fo ya my nizzle
Put up or shut up
Homeboy loaded like a shot gun
Smokin' like a chimney
Higher
Than the trees in Yosemite
Twisted like a pretzel
Drinkin cranberry and cognac
Stay afloat keep my head above sea level
So much hate in my region
So much stress in my brain
Hey a rapper ain't eatin'
So he needs someone to blame
So they blame it on ya boy
Cause I got the biggest mouth
Light it up and have a chain
See the soul train
Step your bar game up
Practice your penmanship
Stop the claiming and making excuses
N**** make a hit
Just the other day I heard a fuck n**** say
Funny y'all with him but Vallejo ain't in the bay
I said that's some hard shit a n**** like you would say
Cause' it's haters like your washed up ass that's in the way
Ugh. Tycoon diamonds
Glimmin like the sun
I'm in a fucked up mood
And a n**** on one
[Chorus]
Smokin' on smelly
Yappin on my celly
Hustlin'
Getting' Money is a habit
Always getting dusty
Always in the traffic
Out of town out of state
Doing shows makin' cake
[VERSE 1: E-40]
When I entered the world and took my first breath of
The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer
Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst
He said, "Life can be good and life can stink like a
berth"
There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal
So always pack a hammer and some nails
As I got older I hung around older folk
That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote
I used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein
silent
I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket
Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from
Earth
But if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled
off in a hearse
I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by
I said it befo' and I meant it
This thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they ass
like a belt
If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself
[CHORUS: Stresmatic (2x)]
My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town
Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around
All in the game like we pitchin off the mound
Four in the box and you know that shit pound
[VERSE 2: Too $hort]
If you don't like it you're a sucker
You dont' bump this, you a stupid motherfucker
All these years makin all these songs
You never heard 'em? What planet you been on?
The old ladies and the lil' kids
Love 40 and Short, we so real with this
You think about the game and what we sayin
Since elementary school, what the fuck they playin?
Born to Mack In a Major Way
75 Girls, Tha Hall of Game
Life Is... Federal
Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go
Our shit been poundin all yo life
Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right
Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump
We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from
[CHORUS: Stresmatic (2x)]
[VERSE 3: E-40]
We some bad motherfuckers
E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother
We just laugh at the suckers
They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato
hustlers
Treat the rap game like the dope game
Substitute verse licks for the cocaine
Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained
I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang
[Too $hort]
It's just another sunny day in the Golden State
My other money's made when the hoes get paid
I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop
Everything you want is everything I got
Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch
Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks
When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that
If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a
mack
[Too $hort]
You remember
when you was a lil-ass kid
in the car seat listenin to some E-40
Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort
in the old school
I know you remember
If I got rich one day, I won the lotto
I'll be up in the club, drunk, poppin' bottles
I'mma live it up like it ain't no tomorrow
Big time, big time, big time, big time
But I got to get it my way, I know it ain't pretty
Well, I'll be doing my thang till them boys come and get me
I'll be doing my thang till I run my whole city
Big time, big time, big time, big time
I get to it, I hustle, I get it in, trying to win like Steve Wynn
Money long like Jay Leno chin, I didn't put nothing in my government
I paid my bills in money orders when I was in the trap hella heavy
When I used to quarterback that yolla
Perm down to my shoulders trying to get it while it's good
Til the po po's headquarters up a hub station in our hood
A lot of these rappers don't even sound like they believable
But you can ask your daddy and uncle about E-feazible
They'll say he the gospel, he a for real fisher
He used to cop from me, now I cop from that nigga
Had to share the same bath water with my brother
Used to argue, fuss and fight over pillows and covers
The low man at the bottom of the totem pole
Used to go the Salvation Army for school clothes
Now I'm a whaler, tycoon bro, everyday is Christmas
Record company, real estate, food and beverage dealers
If I got rich one day, I won the lotto
I'll be up in the club, drunk, poppin' bottles
I'mma live it up like it ain't no tomorrow
Big time, big time, big time, big time
But I got to get it my way, I know it ain't pretty
Well, I'll be doing my thang till them boys come and get me
I'll be doing my thang till I run my whole city
Big time, big time, big time, big time
Pimpin' is ugly out here, it's gross
Best friend will try to sneak if you let him get too close
The body will fall if you kill the head
What else?
Lovers turn quick, they forget who buttered their bread
What was you tellin' them?
I was just tellin' one my dudes
They threw the old rules out the window
Created they own new set of rules
When the shit in the air
Be a man, you can't be scared
But you can't be
Try to nip it at the bud before it get too outta hand
Before what?
I got some real ones in the pen
That I visit 'cause they my folks
Up in there programming
What they making?
Making diamonds outta soap
Just got my car up out the shop
What you got in it?
Retarded knock
Use the loot that I won at a crap game
And painted it butterscotch
You can hear me throbbing up the block from miles away
My neighbor loose it
Po-po's pull me over at least 3 times a day for my music
My over head $60, 000 a month total
What else?
Conducting business on my sidekick T-mobile
If I got rich one day, I won the lotto
I'll be up in the club, drunk, poppin' bottles
I'mma live it up like it ain't no tomorrow
Big time, big time, big time, big time
But I got to get it my way, I know it ain't pretty
Well, I'll be doing my thang till them boys come and get me
I'll be doing my thang till I run my whole city
Big time, big time, big time, big time
Niggas on the money on a first name basis
And I ain't ate all day, I want my birthday cake
So if it ain't about the money, you can get it out my face
If it ain't about money you can walk the other way
'Cause I always been about my dough
When they see you doing good, they want to catch you slipping
'Cause them boys going to look out you know
That ain't gone ever stop me, now don't you worry about me
If I got rich one day, I won the lotto
I'll be up in the club, drunk, poppin' bottles
I'mma live it up like it ain't no tomorrow
Big time, big time, big time, big time
But I got to get it my way, I know it ain't pretty
Well, I'll be doing my thang till them boys come and get me
I'll be doing my thang till I run my whole city
My lil' chocolate chip cookie*
Every time I look at you darlin I get a woody
I'm tryin not to look but I can't get over your booty
Let me reiterate, excuse me, I meant your beauty
(Her beauty? Her booty)
If he don't wanna fuck you, then I might as well!
If he don't wanna eat you, then I probably will!
You suck me 'til I spill, I like you 'til you squirt
You say your dude lazy and he don't wanna work? (Beitch)
You know I'm runnin these streets
Still need a late night freak
Baby girl come give it to me... I'll fuck you right
Let me get you off that 'dro
Lick you down from head to toe
I'ma have you screamin for mo'...
Uhh! I had to speak, you're lookin good enough to eat
Caramel skin, she got that whip cream
Ass softer than Fruit of the Loom
All night make the bed go ba-boom ba-boom
Have you ever been touched by a tycoon?
Have your panties wetter than a typhoon
Coochie poppin bubbles, got that good gush gush
Keep it nice and shaved, not a 70's bush (beitch)
Girl you better give it to me now, cause I'll be gone later
Ain't a fuckin game, I keep it true player
Ain't a fuckin game, now give it to a player
Ain't a fuckin game, now give it to a player!!!
Oh-hoeeeeee
Ain't nobody gotta know, we can keep it on the tuck
Keep it on the hush, on the slush when we touch
Keep it on the tucked on the hush when we cut
Girl (I'll fuck you right)
Drink a little Landy, smoke a little kush
Take my time, do it right, we ain't gotta rush
I've been waitin months for the puss
Yup I was right - your pussy A+ (beitch!)
Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (on the game)
Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)
Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (where you take em)
Let me take you down memory lane
From pushin bags of goop in the rain
Rockin up nostril dust
Me and my squad, my gang
Never been no powder puff
Used to blow that puffin stuff in the OAK
In a rental
Lucky's our safeway
For supplies and utensils
But that's in the past, im havin my cash, dropping on instrumentals
I wanted to be number one
Not number 2 like the pencil
If it wasn't for my pin, ‘d be in the pen
You can't know where you going if you don't know where you've been
Always been low key ADD, I couldn't sit still I move fast
It was impossible for a nigga like me to sit on my fuckin ass
I had to get that cash
Make that money pile
Build up my brand (what else?)
And boost up my profile
Made it out the game
Smellin' like a rose
From the bottom to the top
But im steppin on people's toes
Blast off, higher than the moon
Been a hustler, since I came out the womb
(biach!)
Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (on the game)
Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)
Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (where you take em)
Let me take you down memory lane
(Andre Nickatina)
Man I take you way back, to tik toks and to jax and new Jackson who dat
Man got the goin on the cutty
And blowin up you beeper bitch, just to get my money
Then hit the state fair with about 6 or 7 buddies
You stay inside on task force Tuesdays,
So what you don't sell dope, don't make this april fools day
This is the town of bedrock and cook rocks and new gats and who dat
They got a lock on the crack sack
Then baby girl starts screamin, where the Macs at
As soon as they came out, the broke bitch steps back
The fat laces in Adidas was religion
And Las Vegas nights taught us all about sinnin'
I let the weed burn, had to let the wheels turn
Gotta live well, groomed straight to the orbit room
Nobody dare had job applications
Its three o'clock and gotta hit Nation's, memory lane
Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (on the game)
Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)
Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (where you take em)
Let me take you down memory lane
(oooahh)
I had a grenada, Disha had a mustang, Beela had a caddy
We was young in the game
Street niggas, young and ambitious
Determined to win, from start to finish
It's the drought season, way too vicious
Call me on the under mayne, hollin' at bitches
Haters didn't like it but they had to respect it
They quit the first family and rap to get a gold Lexus
Talk hard cain, but you can call me slaughter cain
Sprinkle me mayne
Captain save a hoe
Andre Nickatina
Man I was in line with scar face, hit the bitch screen
And if the dope was back again, the people call it ice cream
You got paid off a pipe dream
And then first pair of Michael Jordan's, first hit the crime scene
You sat low when your team jack and waitin did
I forget to mention yo, they jack them for their gold Dayton's
Basketball we watch Gary Peyton
Its when drug dealers really throw dope, brotha no fakin
We wore rings like straight Jamaican's
And yo the rap game was just getting started, for the straight takin
I reminisce yeah, but no pain
Cuz in the fast lane, the slow lane, the whole thang is memory lane
Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (on the game)
Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)
Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (where you take em)
Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
Yokin' it up, tearin' it up
Wakin' 'em up, showin' my butt
Serving some weight, having my cake
Acting a ape, smoking my grapes
Lifted and splifted, whiskeyed and twisted
Me and my niggas get it and fit it
Makin' 'em mad, makin' 'em sad
Love to boast, love to brag
Slangin' them raps, selling these tracks
Up in ya broad, up in ya batch
My trunk is throbbing, my system knock
My amps is making my woofers pop
Fully refurbished, fully restored
70' cutlass sticking the floor
Turfin' and crumpin', snapping and stepping
Trappin' and slumming, bangin' and reppin'
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
Get it to the right, get it to the left
Make your tires bounce like a insufficient check
Make your car dance like a dance contest
Do some acrobatics till it lead to your arrest
Exciting, joyriding
High siding, big timing
Brand new shocks, rebuilt motor
What color paint is that, chocolate mocha?
Chrome lips, chrome tips
Chrome everywhere, chrome on my hip
Reputable, intellectual
I'm trying to fit you in my schedule
Sticking and moving, reducing my prices
Adjusting my rates, bringin' new clients
Checking my traps, running my route
Collecting my snaps, peeling on out
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Look at me squat, look at me mash
Look at me yoke, look at me smash
Oh, me, I ain't playin'
Oh, me, I'm my biggest fan
Me no cupcake, me no mark
Me no sucka, me got heart
289, 454
Fresh outta impound, fresh outta tow
He so foolish, I concur
Roger that, aye, aye sir
Unusual slump, dinormous slap
He off a blunt, he on that yatch
Show casing, car racing
Ice skating, lane changing
Heads or tails, flipping a coin
Bill of sales everyday morn
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
[Chorus:]
Show me what you workin with
Show me what you workin with
(What you workin with)
Show me what you workin with
(What you workin with)
Show me what you workin with
[x2]
[E-40:]
Make that booty earthquake let me see that shit shake
Left cheek right cheek make it vibrate
Breast meat thigh meat make it rotate
Round and round like a merry-go-round, girate.
She got it from her auntie n 'em it's in her genetics
California face with a booty from Texas
Turn a preacher to a cheater
Brazillian wax beefer
Think like peanut butter in the freezer
Tricks wanna treat her
Ballas wanna buy
Captains wanna wipe her
Dikes wanna dike her
Jews bitches don't like her
Got her own money, Got her own biz
Got her own car, got her own crib
She wanna be passified, she wanna be saved
She wanna be rescued and captured laid and paid.
She straight from the soil trapped the turf In her
block
She runnin the funk she got the Beaut in her locks
[Chorus]
[Too Short:]
Yeah man she said this her song
Everytime they play it it turns her on
It's Friday night, she's out there freakin
Work on the weekdays party on the weekend
Ass be wigglin when she start drinkin
Get too drunk girl then she start creepin
Shake that ass but don't do it too frequent
Bounce it real fast let me see those cheeks spin
Now get butt naked if I want it I see I get it and take
With no strings attatched I meet girls at the club and
I bring them back
Let's make a lot of love, that's the plan,
Spend the the night together but I'm not your man
I got too many girls, I do em when I can
Finger in her curls, hand in her pants
(C'mon bitch)
[Chorus]
[E-40:]
Short, She got a future in her ass and I'm a fortune
teller
Cause I can see me up in her like a mirror
Christi, Iree, Stella and Della
Spin that ass around like a helicopter propeller
Bitch I wanna see ya, Drop it like madea
Some shit I never seen, do the splits like a balerina
She can tip it over, let the meat roll
Stop it on the dime, she got booty control
[Too Short:]
None of my girls can't fuck with this
I don't even wanna see my other bitch
A fat ass on a pink toe,
The white girl let the booty grow I think so
I fuck with, señoritas and the black girls
It's just another day in the max world
I'm too short, I pimps and I plays them
I don't give a fuck if she was Indian or Asian
[E-40]
(Yeahhhh!) Uh!
(Yeahhhh!) Uhh.
(Yeahhhh!) I like that. yo
(Yeahhhh!) Yo, yo
I never let my right ear know what my left ear done heard
My favorite beer right now is 211 Steel Reserve
If I had a choice to be an animal I'd be a bird
If I had a choice to be a plant, I'd be a herb
If I was in the jungle I'll be nothin humble
Beat a anaconda down and give a lion a muzzle
I'll open up shop under a straw hut
Instead of sellin bananas, I'd sell coconuts
For twenty bucks a pop, I can't stop
They'll be goin like hotcakes, man like IHOP (IHOP)
I make an antenna out of a wishbone
And start my own cable service like I'm at home
Talkin on my cellular phone, watchin the Flintstones
Me and my stable full of broads, me and my Amazons
On house arrest for soliciting, selling sex
And distributing crevices, centerfolds who sex
[Chorus - repeat 2X] + (E-40)
If if was a fifth, I'd be diggin in your girl
Instead of lookin at her (instead of lookin at her)
And if we get hyphy when we want to (when we want to)
Then you bust at everything that we run through (that we run through)
(IF IF WAS A 5TH!)
[E-40]
If if was a fifth, we'll all be drunk
And if this ain't the bump, then what? Skippy's a punk
My folks in the pen be playin punk
My weeple down South in the sticks be sayin crunk
My dudes on the soil be pushin fins
But if you're tardy you probably won't even know what that is
Uhh. I'm lookin at the ladies
I'm thinkin if she was a car, she would be a Mercedes
I'm thinkin if she was Pat Benatar I could take her back to the 80's
"Hit Me with Your Best Shot," girl I'm off this Bailey's
Me and you baby, one on one, let's have some fun
Me and you baby, one on one, take off yo' thong
The party's just begun and it's a quarter to one
The super dooper turtle tortoise hurtin my lungs
Tattoo on her titty with a ring in her tongue
She off the Seagram's, the Joseph E. Seagram sons
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
Put a fire out now they're suckin me soft
And now they're all on the table drunk peelin it off
Me and Feezy double-fisted the Cali way
Got 'em comin out they clothes in a nasty way
If if was a fifth, she'll be thinkin 'bout you instead of me
(Instead of me) Spendin her money on you instead of me
(Instead of me) Wastin her time on you instead of me
(Instead of me... if if was a fifth)
[E-40]
I'll be on cloud 12, smokin an L
In my burgundy brandy candy convertible dan Deville
In Amsterdam yes I am on a good one
Lookin for some good ol' fashioned turtle
Me and my fellas be on a good one
You're liable to find me up in Alaska shootin dice
Out there hustlin, grittin and grindin, sellin ice
Or pimpin a breezy up out her pants
Sippin imported Louis from Cognac, France
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[E-40]
VAN-GLORIOUS! (Vanglorious, fo'-shiggedy)
This is protected, by the PEEIMPS
(And who else, who-who else are they protectin?)
The PLAYERS (and and and somebody else right?)
And the hustlers (the hustlers that's right)
With a ki (WITH A KI)
Not a car key (but what?)
BUT A KI (oh a ki, a brick) SISSY (SISSSSSYYYYYYYYYYYYYAHHH!)
What's happenin'?
You need to take it inside
Take what inside?
You're disturbing the peace
Yeah yeah, I done got too big to be hoppin'
Over barbed wire fences, right?
But I had this one broad
She was so damn sprung she use
What? Uhh, and ahh, and a VHS camera
And a VHS camera
I promise you playboy
It was somethin' serious, felt so damn good
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo
Slangin' llello, to get my mail
See a lot of people don't know
The legendary status of which I come from
Old school like Cab Calloway
Right
Hot damn, I taught him his thang he do
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo
Slangin' llello, to get my mail
See a lot of people don't know
The legendary status of which I come from
Old school like Cab Calloway
Right
Hot damn, I taught him his thang he do
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin' dubs in church
Red-handed, caught me stealin' money our her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
'Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin' a conference call on my
Hands free car telephone lookin' like I'm talkin' to myself
Shootin' the breeze cuttin' it up real smooth like
Choppin' it up like two business men
Talkin' about it, by the way B
What we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley
Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley
Or maybe at the shootin' range, me and Banks
Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks
Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers
With a beat that's out of this world, lookin' down on doctors
Sippin' on the porch, watchin' my kids play basketball
In the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo
Slangin' llello, to get my mail
See a lot of people don't know
The legendary status of which I come from
Old school like Cab Calloway
Right
Hot damn, I taught him his thang he do
Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars
[Unverified] days like this were made strictly for outdoors
Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my [unverified] everybody ain't poor
To be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label
Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Saint Thomas
Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo
But now it's Merrill Lynch
And just think, I used to sit the bench
I remember gettin' chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped
Full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
Probably waitin' for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente
Emergency room with glocks, ready to ride
And hang me to death, somehow I managed to make my escape through
The back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly
Found myself runnin' through the Friendship Apartment Complex
Over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the
People's Continuation High School
Somewhere off in the lights, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo
Slangin' llello, to get my mail
See a lot of people don't know
The legendary status of which I come from
Old school like Cab Calloway
Right
Hot damn, I taught him his thang he do
Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin'
Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin' up phones
"Charlie Hustle, I got a few homies, I'm doing a compilation
Should I go with [unverified]"
I tell em, "Hell yeah, that's a done deal", drew them off the hinges
[Unverified] them did my cover and my bus benches
Game warrior invested, worldwide sick-wid-it clique, independent chips
Lay that down, lay that down, that's what I'm sayin'
I'm gonna tell you it's cool, 'cause your playa partner
Take his other money right, and then he'll sit up here
And he'll take it then he'll say, "Hold on main"
Let me handle some phone booths
Let me get off into the business, dealers, ballers
Let me get off into the florist business, Beamers, barbershops
Get into commercial lots
Merchants, whatever fertilizes the right way of livin'
You dig what I'm sayin' man? Ay look
Playboy, I look at myself and I say, "Hold on main"
Lemme see what's down, lemme translate it
Lemme translate it into some marbles
Lemme liquidate my revenues
You understand what I'm sayin' 40-Watermelon
Ay, but look here, I'm here to sprinkle my
Godzilla brawler playboy potnas untouchable
Mafia game warriors to adjust to the situations
That goes down in they life, I ain't playin' wit it man
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo
Slangin' llello, to get my mail
See a lot of people don't know
The legendary status of which I come from
Old school like Cab Calloway
Right
Hot damn, I taught him his thang he do
There's too many jealous brothers in this game
I can't stand the same, I gotta mine
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo
Slangin' llello, to get my mail
See a lot of people don't know
The legendary status of which I come from
Old school like Cab Calloway
Right
Hot damn, I taught him his thang he do
I gotta get my money on
Don't wanna go, don't wanna go
[E-40]
My killers don't take out dopefiends, my killers take out factors
My killers ain't even from out here dude
My killers some out-of-town freelancers
Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt
Broccolis up under they belt
A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt
"Forty, there go that nigga
that sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set"
You mean that soap for that synthetic dope
that ripped me, that shit that was wet kid?
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin
Within the next few days, potnah came up missin
See a lot of these niggaz bitch up
and crack under pressure when it's time they facin
Get to bumpin they gums, rollin over
breakin the rules and regulations
Wild nigga not stickin to the script
and get the jacket put on yo' ass for life
What jacket? Batch, this jacket:
That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice
That's why we can't be talkin and bein all careless on these phones
I know technology now
allows po'-po' to look inside walls and see inside homes
I know all I was tryin to do
is buy my little daughter a brand new pair of Jordans
That's important, but you gotta remember
to stay one step ahead of the law enforcement
Be short with all of yo' shit
Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy
Talkin pig-latin keep you employed
Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies
Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your brain
Auction off yo' assets nigga, sell yo' trophies, sell yo' Mustang
You know what that bring? Ching ching
Playa potnah motherfucker dude that's some mail
Convertible top, black on black interior exterior
He gon' be worth about twelve
Talkin about you was savin it for your little nephew to scatter
Nigga don't you know anything over 20 years old is a classic?
Regulation #1: keep yo' business to yo' lonesome
Regulation #2: make sure the product you carry is wholesome
Regulation #3: make yo' cheese, never eat it
Regulation #4: never put yo' trust in a hoe
(The rules and regulations)
Chorus: E-40 (repeat 4X)
These are the things you need to know (The rules and regulations)
[E-40]
Uhh, you're 'posed to, you're 'posed to
play that damn game like it's supposed to be plinayed
Always keep a bucket full of battery acid
to throw yo' dope in just in case they raid
That way they can't prosecute your residence
cause you done been already got rid of all the evidence
Tryin to get a BUCK -- a BUCK?
A soup pot, a blender and a measurin cup
In my section eight appartment COMPLEX
Messy MATTRESS, and dirty CARPETS
"Nephew, did you get my message?"
Yeah I got yo' message; you told me to clean up behind myself
and scrape the residue up off the edges
"What else?" Always look over my headrest and my rearview zone
cause triflin be skanless and the skanless might try to follow me home
Never tell a motherfucker what time you gon' cop or come back through
Throw they ass off a bit - come back within the next day or two
I don't need no cowards, just warriors on my team
I don't sell coke no more dude, I sell mescaline
Regulation #5: when it's a drop nigga park yo' feet
Regulation #6: fuck 12 and a box (?) (?) street
Regulation #7: don't take yo' business to where you livin
Regulation #8: keep yo' heat but fly straight
(The rules and regulations)
Chorus
[E-40]
BLAOW, pushin numbers on the dial-tone
Took a swig of my 40 but I forgot I had the cap still on
Look to my left and ask, honey for a light
She looked at me and said, baby you alright?
I said I'm cool, but ain't this shit supposed to relax us?
Fired up a Newport, but I accidentally lit it backwards
For some strange reason I had a feelin
that that hood-hoe bitch was sneaky
Come to find out this bitch done laced my weed and slipped me a mickey
Now I'm feelin sweaty.
Eyelids gettin heavy.
Stomach feelin queasy. {*YAWWWWN*}
All of a sudden, now I'm slee-py
Woke up naked, slowly regainin my memory
Well where did they find you? Around the corner from Applebee
Over there by Costco, right there off the freeway
Admiral Callahan Lane, yeah! Right next door to Safeway
Stripped me clean, got me for some G's
Set me up, stole my car keys
Guess that's the consequences when you sellin that D
Shit, next time I bet I take my drink to the bathroom with me
Regulation #9: check in those that get out of line
Regulation #10: don't sell yo' soul if you hit the pen
Regulation #11: keep yo' hooptie hot and revvin
Regulation #12: keep enough to pay your lawyer mail
(The rules and regulations)
