(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
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
[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 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)
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!
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)
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
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
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)
(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
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
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
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
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
(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
