Альбом E-40

Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise....
(Surprise niggas!!!)
Biotch!!!
Surprise, the element, apply pressure
Surprise, the element, apply pressure
Surprise nigga!!
Surprise, the element, apply pressure
Surprise nigga!!
Surprise, them lies, I'm talking about the element of surprise

Time to go get some getback, never sit back
Why should I wait on a muthafucka to come and get me
When a muthafucka like me can whip back
If so step back, tax a muthafucka hella quickly
With a twenty guage, fully tellie
Have at his ass first, little remorse
St. Valentine's Day Massacre
Tryin' to hit that patna, dude in the passenger seat
LeSabre, bitch played us, he hate us, bitch made us
It's heinous, he hate us, disobeyed us, hiatus
Underrate us, underpaid us, tried to spray us and erase us
And is on, wonder if it's good or bad karma
So don't try to figure out, try to find out, it's a drought
Maybe that's why everybody walking here around with they lips poked out
So if you rook me
From enhancing growl, come and hook me
Buying yellow clusters instead of counterfiet dope
Alexander the Great, macadamia nut, chief rockin' soap
No rebate, no refunds
Fuck 'em and feed 'em deacons
Money back guarantee my ass
This is the future, that was the past
Sqare ain't nothin' 'bout this game we playa style
Able to smoke weed but you keep on laughin' and smilin
Set your ass up executional style
Hit 'em in the back of the head until they dead
Down on the floor spread, they layin'
Liquid body clot, reekin' brains in the sky
Sleepin', nighty night nigga, nighty night nigga!!
Them niggas gone from magazines
I ain't even try my 4th of July pal

(Chorus)
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Surprise, the element, apply pressure
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Surprise, them lies, I'm talking about the element of surprise

Here come a hundred of them dudes, fifth deep
Carryin' hero firearm, cause it's nice to be dry
Forteen and over LOG's and YG's ready to put down a homicide
Forty-five colt firearm, Remington sixteen guage shot gun
Two of them ultra-light machine bombers, AR fifteen and Tommy guns
Ready to run into bumbles
Rushin', all I need is a shooter with a Rueger ticket
See the definition of the element of surprise is when a nigga least expect it
Retrospect it, It get's hectic (mind's hectic)
See he probably would have been able to prevent if he would've saw it comin'
But he didn't, so he's in it, nigga should've went against the grain
See that's the perfect example of the kind of shit that can happen to a
muthafucka when he owe too much to the game
When a sucka owe too much to the game
That ain't wise, see I got guys, somebody dies

(Chorus)
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Surprise, the element, apply pressure
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Surprise, the element, apply pressure
Surprizise, you got a bullet in your bizack
Surprise, the element, apply pressure
Surprizise, you got a bullet in your bizack
Surprise, them lies, I'm talking about the element of surprise

Sittin' here, just we'll let the fonk die down for a minute or two
Make it look like we a bunch of cuts finna beef
And get into it with some old other crew and hit all they spots at once
Do what we came to do and then get about our business with no delaying
Let's end it up and hit the freeway
I tell my v-lay, I bet you can't do the samething all over and over again
For something like about a weekand a half straight
Duplicate to instant replay, I hate haters that be hatin' on players like me
And the C-L-I-C-K
See what a sucka don't know is what a sucka can't see
And what a sucka can't see is what a sucka don't know
Finger on the chrome
Ridin' crusty with my war face on
Out the window yellin' die bitch die, die bitch die, die bitch die.....

(Chorus and die bitch die continuing)
(Ad-libs until the end)

Trump change? (Chump change)
Nah TRUMP change patnah not chump change
Trump change, I'm talkin Donald Trump change
I'm talkin Steve Wynn, I'm talkin y'know? E-Feezee

Chorus: E-40

TRUMP CHANGE, 32 valve Northstar with the
with the ? FRAMES, ?
candy coated paint, pushin weight
Roller skatin on them thangs! Ridin federal
Super-flossin, full tank of petrol
Me and my Mossie, TRUMP CHANGE
Lucrative loot, long money, big bread
Step on my boots, next day, he was dead
Shit you not, all I gotta do
is cough to have your motherfuckin head knocked off

"Nigga you my nigga if you don't get no damn money
Just remember no matter how much motherfuckin fetti you sittin on
you still a damn nigga"
Y'all know us meth merchants, sherm stick or pies
Y'all know us sea serpents, makin the grass, get full supplies
Little man complex, and if I ain't little
then I'm big, and if I'm big then I got, big man complex
Love sex, took three of my botches welfare checks
Put a down payment on a brand new invisible diamond bezel
Oyster Perpetual Rolex
Bullet proof vest and armored like bricks
Sometimes you might find me drinkin tap water
up out the public park sinks
But most of the time it's Louis the Thirteenth, sixteen
hundred dollars a pop, guzzle sip sip guzzle non-stop
Mo' candy than c it's coca leaves, flamboast and brag
Go on shoppin sprees, and act bad
Never mind how much it cost, put it in the bag!
Bought a brand new Jag without, lookin at the price tag

Chorus

Fresh up out the box, bought a shit-load of guns
with my left-over cop money, pay cash all ones
Talk to me, I feed the dopefiends crumbs
It's monumental, when they let me use they rental
I'm a factor, livin life, with mo' cheese
than the Green Bay Packers, pay off the vice
ain't never went out Blackwards
I'm engaged to this dope game, no swivel
We talked about gettin out, but it's not official
When there's a drought we don't fret, we handle business
Nigga what you sweatin if you have scientizzic chemistes
that can make that shit and when they cook that shit
it's just like dinner
But cluckheads don't use forks and spoons
They use TV antennas

Chorus

BAR-NONE, sucked up to nathin, heavy rotation
If it wasn't for some of that "Tired of Being Stepped On" shit
when I was locked up, I probably wouldn't have never made it
Splurgin, overspendin, doin just a little bit too much
Puttin the ? on a new 40 if I could do it all over again
I'd do it just like
I was locked up on a Friday, went to court on a Tuesday
Third strike victim, judge tried to do me
Lookin at my folks on TV
"Nigga that's my nigga!" In the day room
"VALLEJO NIGGA (watchin' BET) VALLEJO NIGGA!"
Sorry about your patnah, heard he took a fall
Up in here, we get the news before y'all
Now you know we ain't supposed to be talkin on this kind of phones
Dude why you jaw jackin
Well what's the new thing? White collared crime computer hackin
Ticket scalpin, and dang near e'rybody that I know
be tryin to Charlie Hustle and get they paper
sellin cable box scramblers to bootleg bitches
Just tapes, I let my boys drive my toys
Radar detectors and po-po scanners makin hella noise
Lookin out for the Elroys

Chorus

f/ B-Legit

[E-40] Uhhhh.. UHHHH.. UHHHH! Ah? Ah?

[B-Legit] You got Moesha E?
[E-40] All Tha Time B
You got your indonesia B?
[B-Legit] All Tha Time E
You got the street sweeper broom?
[E-40] All Tha Time B
You got your chronic there too?
[B-Legit] All Tha Time!

[E-40]
Might not know how to read and right, but I do know Arm & Hammer
If the screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black, that means it's bamma
If it's too many seeds in your weed, then chop em down
If your bud gets bogus, then run his ass out of town
I'm on the Carquinez Bridge, terminal three, quarter after seven
Pockets full of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine revvin
Smebbin, talkin hella shit to the cashier
Pi-pi's get right behind me askin me how much I been had to drink
and I said, "A beer"
Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin drunk
Let's see I done hit one, two, three ain't no tellin how many skunk
In and out of the holdin cell, blood alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer

[B-Legit]
I been in it, all around it, co-founded
Did it when I done it, I musta been blunted
Ninety-six hundred for the two P's
I let the homie K-One run through these
Places that I roam I let the hubs alone
I wonder if they're trippin at Nextel phones
A bad motherfucker for the butter n grits
and you niggaz need to know this shit

[B-Legit] You got Moesha E?
[E-40] All Tha Time B
You got your indonesia B?
[B-Legit] All Tha Time E
You got the street sweeper broom?
[E-40] All Tha Time B
You got your chronic there too?
[B-Legit] All Tha Time!

[E-40]
I got the turf on lock, twenty-six block
One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by eight o'clock
Organized crime bitch, all the time bitch
Get off his dick and get on mine bitch

[B-Legit]
I be smokin like a broke-down Coupe DeVille
Poppin them generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't hold me, and neither could y'all
Bitch me and my Click is off the wall

[E-40]
I fucks with everybody to somebody, major factors
To niggaz if you can't understand this shit
then nigga you must got your mask on backwards

[B-Legit]
Tiptoeing through the hood nigga, is no good nigga
Gotta have a pass, so we get that ass

[B-Legit] You got Moesha E?
[E-40] All Tha Time B
You got your indonesia B?
[B-Legit] All Tha Time E
You got the street sweeper broom?
[E-40] All Tha Time B
You got your chronic there too?
[B-Legit] All Tha Time!

[B-Legit]
Now the parties don't start until we walk in
Drunk off that gin, down to check yo' chin
I'm a mannish motherfucker with the chips and bread
and enough, to have your head kind of tough
Bluffin don't exist, we pull the whole cards
Tail between the legs when you walk in the yard
So if you hard, and wanna stay that way
You better watch what the fuck you play

[E-40]
Check it out
It's bring yo' own bottle, cause I be likin
to get to perkin somethin awful
and compute that motherfucker slurrin
talkin crazy to bitches, weeble-wobblin
Burpin, gurgin, stomach growlin off the hinges
Lurkin, torqin my stay highs with Red Ledges
I'm tryin to get that fast quarter, fuck a slow nickel
Run a smooth ass operation without gettin caught in the pickle
Take my cool ass on a vacation that maybe someday stop
Buy me an empty commercial lot
and turn it into a car wax wash and detail shop

[B-Legit] You got Moesha E?
[E-40] All Tha Time B
You got your indonesia B?
[B-Legit] All Tha Time E
You got the street sweeper broom?
[E-40] All Tha Time B
You got your chronic there too?
[B-Legit] All Tha Time!

Uh (Uh)
Come on, ai, ai Boskeezy?
Ai, my, my, turn it up (burps)
Hey Boskeezy? Hey that shit right there, ay
(talk to my wepolations), that shit.
That's ibeen? That shit smibeen that shit ibeen?
That shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)

4:15 showcasing to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks
Pitch black normal tint BOOM BAP!
Fucked around and overheated my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, fuck a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em boil
Bullet proof vest never confess keep a bucket full of acid
1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic
Clinetel, raise 'em high raise 'em low
Out on bail everybody hit the floor

Chorus:
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust (ooh!)
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, (BEOTCH!) Blast

Slurp slip, deep throat shit I'm outta sight
I like to get my dick sucked in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
Break your ass down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's what they holler
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation
We hot like jalapenos
Man, how come niggas can't put their money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him back?
He was one of them enemies that tried to participate
in Swiss Cheezin' my clean ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I mean
My under bucket hoopty parked on magazines

Chorus: 2x

Check it out (check it out)
Third verse, let's begin lets be gone
I done served more water than, uh, Evian
Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and Jerry (Jer)
I've been doing somethings, cigars and pinky rings
I'm a fixture up in this shit like E-40 and the Click
Paper all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a motherfucker over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count nigga hustle
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
Do some gotti, fourth of July your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in your town"
ass down in front of everybody

Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)

[E-40 having a playalistic converstaion]
Hoppin over barbed wire fences nigga
Had this one broad right, SHE was so damn sprung
she used to hold my motherfuckin.. motherfuckin SAC nigga!
Thought you though, nigga
And a motherfuckin.. V.H.S., uhh motherfuckin cannister
Nigga, yeah ay, I promise you nigga this game been so damn good
(Said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
(But I don't know how long that's gonna be..)

*Chorus: repeat 2X*
Hope I don't go back to slangin ya-yo
Slangin llello, to get my maillll

Verse One: E-40

Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stealin money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my
hands free car telephone lookin like I'm talkin to myself
Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like
choppin it up like true business men
Talkin about it, by the way
B - what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley
Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley
Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks
Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks
Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers
with a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors
Sippin on Port, watchin my kids play basketball
in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court

*Chorus*

Verse Two: E-40

Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars
Dupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors
Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my ? everybody ain't able
to be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label
Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Saint Char-les
Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo
but now it's Merrill Lynch
And just think, I used to sit the bench
I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped
full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
Po-po waitin for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente
emergency room with glocks, ready to Rodney King me to death
Somehow I managed to make my escape through
the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly
Found myself runnin through the Friendship Apartment Complex
over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the
People's Continuation High School
Somewhere off in Lofas, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh

*Chorus*

Verse Three: E-40

Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin
Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones
"Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathmatics
I'm doing a compilation, should I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?
I tell them, "Hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off the hinges
Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"
Game warrior invested, worldwide Sick-Wid-It shit, independent chips
BEYOOOOOOOOOTCH!

Ay see ay, I'ma tell you nigga
That's the thing about this whole thing that jump off
It's a fool cause a muh'fucka take his bloody money right
until he sit up there and he look and he say
"Hold on man, hold on man"
A muh'fucka, yknowmsayin?
You can either be at this shit
or you can be gone with this shit
and you look at it and then he say, "Man hold on
let me translate this shit - let me translate into some marbles
Let me liquidate my motherfuckin revenelles"
You understand what I'm sayin? 40-Water now, you understand?
Ay, ay, but look, check this out
I'm here to sprinkle motherfuckers, lace they tennis shoes
Teach them about the motherfuckin game-orienfested situations
that goes down in the motherfuckin motherfuckin soils weepolations
I ain't bullshittin niggaz!

[overlaps chorus]
.. I don't bullshit!
I ain't bullshittin nigga!

*Chorus*

[Singer] There's too many jealous brothers in this game
I can't stany the same... I gotta get mine

*Chorus*

[Singer] Get my money on..
Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go
Don't wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy

[E-40] To get your mail, BEYOOOOOOOTCH!

f/ Kaveo

[E-40]
Huh? Want me to speak the real?

[Kaveo]
Speak the real man

[E-40]
Nigga speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real

It's a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o' clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind
You can't afford to pass no money I know you heard about that"
What, what? "Task raided Millersville Ms. Miller had a heart attack"
Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it huh?
I know, she was a good person for certain I know
V-Town, California where I was born, raised and grown
And since 1979 I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits
Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust
Mescaline, niggas know better than fuck with us
I'm pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino
Big bid, fuckin off feddie I could've put down on a crib
I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose
Don't make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam
Fuck the stress
I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
That's what he do for a living
That's all he's used to
Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves and residue, Biotch!!!!

(Hook)
[Kaveo]
Bullshit ain't nothin
You see we gone keep this thuggin
and mean muggin jump until it's a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the real nothin but
What if I bring this back down?
You gots to be about it or be without it

[E-40]
Be about it or without it
Ay, you know what? I smell you on that playboy, look
We fin to run down a a whole tac on these bitch ass niggaz
Niggas ain't smellin this shit
We do this shit

Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome
With my faulty phone
That heifer's tired
She tried to slash my tire
Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji
From the track
She use to hold my sack
I use to dick her down way back in 86
She use to look just like a skank
But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy that bich is bad
For what it's worth, the pussy smelled like Certs
Victoria's Secret
Now folks just remember I never said I thought about lickin pussy
I said I never thought about eatin
Keepin it and treatin it nice
Fuck that I'm a hog
I put it down, I'm from the hood
Where I live, on the outskirts
And down on the tuck in the cut
In Clemente Apartments man
I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my name
I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried
Ready for combat if you plottin and plannin
Oh if you come for me and confiscate my dough
Let the buzzer be the bail
But my suggestion is to stay within your envelope
I'm block to block, swingin on vines
Community service, put up stop signs

(Hook)

[Kaveo]
Uhhh!!! Hold the fuck on!!
Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope?
Sheeit, these toddlers are green to the game
They ain't know nothin about these tramps
six bedroom flats and gettin dealt and held a hand across the mat
You see we from the Yay where we control they minds
and put these hoes on the grind

[E-40]
Ain't got to but I still touch it
Went to the Seven Eleven picked up a traders book and bought a bucket
Use to have a perm taller than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your patna had warrant
That I ain't even handled yet although I'm havin cake
The little homie from the hood want me to put out his tape
He kinda tight too, remind me of The Click crew
Cause they was spittin that old high powered
Godzilla ballin guru ass type shit you
can relate to, wake to, 'scape to when it's sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these streets like I know my dick
I can tell you who the nigga is that's about to get jacked
And the nigga that pulled the lick
I got this bitch on lock
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still in this roster
Kilogram, coca leaf and morphien
What about my niggas in the 4-1-5
Look what they made
My niggaz in the city
They call it made
Top grade regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck

Sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit...
Hell yeah, sheit!!
999,999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man
plus a dollar, plus a dollar man equals a mealticket bitch
Biotch!!!
Sheit! Sheit!

f/ Jayo Felony

[Jayo] W-wh-wha, what, wha-what what?
[E-40] BEOTCH!
Mobster, turn that shit up!
[Jayo] Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh UH
[E-40] Sinister shit
[Jayo] Uh-huh uh-huh WHAT?
[E-40] Jayo, Jayo smell me on this one

[E-40]
Jayo (Jayo)
I hope I don't ever have to go back to slangin
llello (llello) but if I do that's what I do (that's what I do)
*repeat 2X*

[Verse One: E-40]
Grindin out of my Aunties, backyard that's the chronic
I been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my locker, cause I'm fake ID havin
strikin and drivin on a suspended expired license comes in buy it
from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices
Spendin that capital that the big homey advanced me
in front of me with the next nigga
I love money plus I'm labelled rough rider
Known for bringin bitch ass niggaz out of hidin

[Jayo Felony]
Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
to sellin sherm sticks, but if I do that's what I do
Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
to sellin loop loop, but if I do that's what I do

[Verse Two: Jayo Felony]
I stabs a nigga, and Kool-Aid came out
cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunderchicken
Barely livin, and smokin headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my snub nosed back to use
I'm dangerous it gets crucial, cause I loves conflict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery
You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch!
When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin flight
It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin the roof off this bitch tonight
As you fall like Guy, for tryin to swipe my pie
nigga DIE while your bitch give up the Beaumont

Chorus:

[Jayo] All my niggaz havin fancy dreams! (FANCY DREAMS!)
Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (A money scheme!)
*repeat 2X*
[Jayo] All my bitches havin fancy dreams! (FANCY DREAMS!)
Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (A money scheme!)
*repeat 2X*

[Verse Three: E-40]
RRRRAP for free, nigga FUCK the hype
BEOTCH! You gotta pay me just to BREATHE on the mic
High, higher than a dust cloud
Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin loud!
Systemized, a triple striker, when I was born
my mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah cause I'm a Rider
Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine Street
Narcotic ? bomb preparer heroin provider
I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin niggaz like the
like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, finger fuck bitches up in clubs
Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts!
Stuck! Gordon's Gin and Donald Duck
NUT! All on her spine and on her butt
FUCK! Major clientele (major clientele)
Then I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo

[Verse Four: Jayo Felony]
? up the glass is shatterin, bitch it ain't matterin
They scatterin, see me and forty start splatterin
The cowards are heartless, so you burn like flames
Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games
Fuck a bitch, why? Cause skeezers don't please us
So I just go around sippin fine wine like Jesus
And everytime I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote
Drinkin Moesha Brandy, head spinnin like hundred spokes

[Chorus]

[Verse Five: Jayo Felony]
Still drinkin Krypton
brothers is Snapple then I snap like a snapping turtle
Nigga, shittin on the world keeps my land fertile
I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and tobacco
It's third down and forty nigga
You know you gon' get tackled
Get your land while you can old man
Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran Duran
Killa nigga put honey on em, and feed em to my hogs
See I leave no evidence for the police dogs
Now off the low stroll we go so let's flow
Lil' bitch, we the shit because the people said so
You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits
get these chips even if it means lettin these motherfuckers have it!

[Verse Six: E-40]
Nigga got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap
Motherfucker got out of place, I had to chop him
Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out
Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood special
designed strictly for staplin and toe taggin
Po-Po wrote me up a citation cause I was saggin and draggin
my b-ah-bitch, by her w-uh-weave
I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed! Last New Year's Eve
she tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my attitude wasn't carin
Backslapped that hoe in front of her parents
More ki's than a janitor
It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin on a roach, loitering in a McDonald's parkin lot
throwin up gang signs
to ? as if he was some kind of first base coach
I luh I like my egg poached, hard over easy!!!
In the drive through, hollerin at her breezy!!!

[Chorus]

*talking to end*

Uhh, I come from nothin
Come up, I come from nothin
to get it crankin right here
Right here?
Turma-turmoil, torment and turmoil
Uh ooh
We been in bondage for years
For how long?
Trapped up in the ghetto
Yea that's true
Dang, I got a dream though
Fiction
Tryin to make my own progress
That's fictionary

[E-40]
ZOOM!
Even though the streets mob filthy, lights burned out (out)
Dopefiends die with antennas in they mouth
Niggaz are starvin, some of my niggaz is havin they cash
Niggaz is ballin, parkin they car, all on the grass
Livin it up to the fullest platinum colored jew-els and organized glass
Not none of that old fake ass costume jewelry, that looks like brass
I'm lookin out the window while you play Nintendo
You drive a Navigator, I drive a Pinto
I was there, nothin polite, me and my fools
The ghetto, field mice and rat drippings up in my shoes
A rebel, without a pause, commodes n stars
No toilet tissue, dirty doodoo stains up in my draws

[singers]
Ooh zoom, I like, to fly far away from here
where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
And I, found a love, that I long to see
And people, who be, who they want to beeee, ho!

[E-40]
I never had, lobster in my life (or what?)
or teriyaki steaks, just sardines and spam and cornflakes
Pacific Bell done put me on restriction once again
I can't call out, but you can call in
Can barely think straight, barely keep focus
My crackhead cousin spent the night (what we got) now we got roaches
(Damn!) Here lies my property, no composure
Six months behind on my mortgage, house under fo'closure
Momma ain't feelin too good, she diabetic
Scared of needles hospitals ambulance paramedics
And I'm the oldest of fo', sleepin on the flo'
Watchin TV channels we used to borrow cable from next do'

[singers]
Ooh zoom, I like, to fly far away from here
where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
And I, found a love, that I long to see
And people, who be, who they want
Who they want to beeee, yea! HAHAHHHHHH!

[E-40]
I seen it in a dream, a big white home, looked like a office building
An old school Brougham with a sunroof ceiling
Thug living, sixty-four ounce of drinkin thinkin
"How could I come up, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Drug dealin, leelin and dealin tryin to make a million
Blood spillin, driveby walk up to that nigga peel him
Back then I was blind, penetentiary chance at jail
Livin off my gahl for hella long she worked at Taco Bell
And if the heater ain't workin and it's freezin cold
We open up the oven and turn on the stove
Survival, granddaddy's appreciation revival church
of pentacostal, we raised money by givin car washes

[singers]
Ooh zoom, I like, to fly far away from here
where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
And I, found a love, that I long to see
And people, who be, who they want
Who they want to beeee, yea!
Iiiiiiii...

f/ A-1, Big Bonna

Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout
bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout(2x)

[E-40]
Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling
Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets
Stocking caps Ski masks, loced out murder one classes
Those new Wallabe's, hocked up, Chuck Taylors
Permanent creased five-oh-one jeans
Throw away his real ooze machines, Chinese AK zooms, razorblades,
Jerry Curls, fingerwaves, and French braids
labeled him sinner look out for that motherfucker he might rob ya
Niggas come tatted up head in a body slang

[Big Bonna]
Well it's your nigga Big Bonna niggaz be creepin up on ya
Goin for the jugular, niggaz trying to slug ya
Catch a nigga doing all kinds of nasty things
ohh what I feel is mayhem brings
You see us on the block we doing are thuggin, the gottie
Got the whole town wonderin who the fuck shot him
Lookin for the body, tell me what they found,
His head in Richmond the rest in the V-town

[A-1]
Thinking about the set up, trying to get my red up
bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue
So what the fuck they want to do,
seem like we got the vas of these niggas
caught cash and thought we was through
So fuck this old bat shit, I'll get the gat bitch
and probably blow your brains out
looking to get my cap fit,
thinking they all acted up and while I'm at yo ass
I'll probably put these fuckin slugs in yo ass

Chorus: [E-40 and Big Bonna] - repeat 2X

[E] Causing Havoc's, sparkin up chaos, bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under bucks
[B] If you can't beat us, then join us
[E] Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles, and M-1-sixteens

[E-40]
It's a cold piece of work out this way
cause the way niggas are in the baby plan ain't too safe
Niggas will run up in yo car and try to take your face
Move up out the plan so I trust no one take nothing for granted
{?} expanded double 0 chill hillside hillbilly like Jed Clampett
Dammit, us niggaz is deep and new improved like techs
found out where he slept and laid his wave cap
Tycoon decisions, it's really too bad
that those piatchess found our bills
Sit up at the roundtable and discuss
jurisdictional boundaries and territory issues

[A-1]
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots
so who got six niggaz next to carry
off these wanna be's, niggas they gonna see
And if you motherfuckers want some, then 'tach on to me

[Big Bonna]
You see these niggas can't flip doing things that sick (like what)
Cut off your damn dick, make you eat your own shit
But I love a little mayhem fuck it, we can do it
Don't let me get off that masso candy and some fluid

Chorus

[E-40]
Uh uh - A element of surprise, gettin my gig on
split yo house in half, with a dreadlock wig on
When you do ya hot ones, shoot low
Cause it's a reflection programmed in the rolls
til automatics hit the floor
Dump, bust, blast, barefaces
Strike, dip, mash - like a mental patiet
Run, quick, fast, and in a hurry (biaatch)
Don't worry forty vision ain't blurry

[A-1]
It's like military issues, make you wish you never got in
cause now I'm stalkin niggaz like a bitch do
Can only ride so long with that fake shit I take shit
to the limit with no gimmick in ninety-eight bitch
So fuck what you say, and fuck what you play
I down it straight and can't wait to hear what you bitch niggas gotta say
If I can't keep it real you can kill me so feel me cause
I bring things to the game for my scuzzie

[Big Bonna]
We'll kick a niggas door in, hit and lick you brags
Now you ridding in a fan, pulled tight and gag
Then they pullin up out the Glad Bags, the hefty type
(But you niggaz ain't got no kind of idea what a chopped up body looks like)
Then them niggaz start to pull down your Levis
and bust you in the head with ruger P 85's
Call a mortician, call mark class
Somebody in this motherfucker bout to come up missin, best believe

(chorus)2x

bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout
bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout 2x

f/ The Click, Levitti, The Mossie

[E-40]
I gets a phone call about a neighbor
Daylight savings time seven o'clock at night
Three-way conversation 40-Water family member, cousin
"Dude did you receive my card" - "When did you send it?"
"Yesterday, should've been there by now"
9-4-5-9-1 Vallejo, California mail box ect. 9-4-5-9-1"
Damn, shit what the fuck is goin' on around here
Dude 'nem got some paper work out on you
They talkin' about makin' your ass disappear
Not like that, not my sa-hid-nab
They way to sharp
Guess again, you know your so-called homie
Your best friend

[D-Shot]
What I do, believe me you wouldn't wanna know
For what I did I opened up a drugstore
By all means, the scratch was the common goal
To cover team, I hooked up my fellows
Oh what it seems, some fools get some paper and trip
They stick they ass in the air just like a bitch
Now whats the definition of bitch
A punk ass bitch that sit down when he piss

(Chorus) [Levitti]

(Personal, life ain't no rehearsal
Personal, this is what I jack for
Personal, life ain't no rehearsal
Personal, this is why I hustle)

[Levitti]
All this shit I gotta deal with
And every time I look around I'm fonkin'
When I strap on it, now there's work to do
Blood on my hand, I took a life or two
Laid 'em down like a hog
Bucked a nigga down at the mall
Semi-autos, macks, glock full lines
Quick to send you to the mortuary, yeah

[Suga T]
I put this on my folks, it takes nothin' but a call
I jack for the beats or paper, cars, skank and all (dog)
Down for the cause, just like I'm down for a dog
Damn what you heard, it's all about what you saw
Why you up in draws, can't no you can't go skinny dippin'
why you lookin at me silly hoe
Cause I'm makin' moves, clockin dough
Suga T, supa nice, from Vallejo
Oh, oh broken up like Freddy
When you really wanna see me in my teddy (teddy)
I got my machete, y'all ain't ready (ready)

(Chorus)

[The Mossie]
(Kaveo):
Here they come slow it down mossey on the passenger side
Wit about a hundred and fifty rounds
That'll lay 'em down
See we from the town
Where murder for hire ain't no thang
Water splittin' 'caine, bring the pain
When niggas get out of line and get to actin' kinda shady
Niggas don't give a fuck, we'll dump on you when you with your lady
Known to be vicious, a nigga will break your dishes
Get out the AK out the window blowin' kisses

(Young Mugzy):
You den fucked around with some riders
Hill Siders, rippin' on chests and guts
Oh how you fuck around with the quietest nigga and he went nuts
See I den fucked around and been in shoot outs since the age twelve
Shot my house up on graduation day
and damn near killed my first born and my sister
You gotta make more to play more that's what they told me
I could give a fuck about you intended cops, that's what my daddy told me
I put that on my only son, my other seeds
You fuck with me I gone make your body bleed

(Tap Dat Ass)
We got some funk with these niggas that can't stick in they chest
We chief the heat
The garlic hollow tips with the vest
Bulletproof ski mask
Raid they ass like the task
Get the jewels and the cash and send they ass first class
To a six foot ditch
We trippin off that bitch
And that's the same punk hoe that was ready to snitch
On your whole team
For sellin' ounces of cream
You got emotional, that's why it's personals, bitch!!!

(Chorus)

f/ Mack 10, W.C.

Intro: E-40

I pledge allegiance to the ghetto, uh
I pledge allegiance to the game, uh
I pledge allegiance to the money and the cars
and the pussy and the bitches and the fame, uh
*repeat*

(BEEYATCH!!!!)

Chorus:

To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on
In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab
Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh
Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)
Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up

[WC]
Fuck talkin, I'm chalkin niggas, best ta get ta walkin
It's The Shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my nigga the Chickenhawk in on
that 'throw it up throw it up' dip, as I dips, skip with the Euro clip
Hangin for chips on 100-spoke whips
All I know is pussy, money and color bandanas
and tryin to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel Sanders
Play us by the trigger so I'ma live by the trigger
And rivals, seven bitches for all my hoodlum and thug niggas

[E-40]
???? ???? regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang soprano
Wild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin platinum, door and panel
Never dustin up, never crackin under pressure
Seems to me I do my time and I get out whenever, EARLY
People say I smell like Glocks, what kind of ?car? you got?
I tell em "Brooklyn cotch"
Johnnie Walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is what
I drink a nigga up under the table
While all you powder puff niggas take all my votes

Chorus:

To all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on
In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab
Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh
Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)
Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up

[Mack 10]
Well it's that old Inglewood gangbang, hustlin ass nigga
That dope game, flossin ho, bustin ass nigga
still grindin while rhymin now up to seven figures
Low-down, duct tapin, 2-11 lick hitter
Hoo Bangin' sendin birds outta town on the bus
If ya in to sellin crack, nigga fuck with us
I got cars and a mansion with wine in the cellar
and a bitch on my team that'll kill when I tell her

[E-40]
Back with ninjas so ya know
I do this for Folsom and ?Susanville?, fo' sho'
My niggas in Quentin and Vacaville, before I
From Chino to Tracey to Hatchedby to Rikers Island
Pelican Bay solid, dat Long Park and Terminal Island
Keep on smilin, dialin and callin connect
Cos you're my focus, you know I'm accept
A za-, a zap board, deuce amps
Shoot dice with, to all my stamps (BEEYATCH!!!!)

Chorus

[WC]
Could it be me, or was it this chronic or Bombay
that got me puttin it down for all my hoodlums around the way
Lex spares, money dippin, bullet-proof vests and sack warriors
All my street niggas, east to the west to the souths, I can't hearin ya

[Mack 10]
If it ain't Charlie Hustle, it's that nigga Mack Manson
While the G homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancin
and we stay Lexed up wit the parlay features
Sportin beamed-up Chucks wit the flamed-up creases

[E-40]
I represent the flat lands, the alley ways, the moms and pops
The Chinese, the AK, the fiend, the rocks
The liquor store on every corner, the laundromat
The quick-to-run-up-on-the-nigga, to peel my cap

Chorus

Outro: E-40

A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
A getcha scrill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill y'all
A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A dollar, a dollar, a getcha scrill y'all
BEEYATCH!!!

BEEYATCH!!!!!!!!!!

f/ Busta Rhymes

[E-40] Charlie Hust', Busta Bust', let's do it
[Busta] Hehehehe, Flipmode, Sic-Wid-It
You know what's best for you, you better get widdit

[E-40]
I heard him talkin, but then he walkin, now tell me why
they never been incarcerated in a correctional facility
for doin this kinda street chemistry (hell yea)
I'm an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your shoulder
Peas and toes, tryin to make it, it's all oh's
Impossible is a hit never get caught diggin in my nose
Ex d-boy used to be a big time neighborhood rock star
although I never owned a gui-tar
I-uh-I'm lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrilla
type delivery, 40 and Busta Rhymes, was drinkin
and smockin hickory, on the porch one time
When I came up with this line: I was perkin
off of some of that Carlos Rossi wine -- whatcha playa patnah got
Flows, like a latina female orgasm
Hoes, be yellin and screamin causin contractions at my
shows, they take off they clothes and throw they pantyhose on stage
Any appliable age from dookie braids to suki braids, deal widdit

Chorus:

Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to meeeee!
(We go do it, do it, do it)
Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
[Busta] Just do anything you want to do to me (2X)
(We go do it, do it, do it)

[Busta Rhymes]
Check it out yo
Do it to me I'ma do it to you
Rubber you glue, bounce off of me I stick it on you
Weather whatever you could never ever measure my pleasure
Dig in my treasure, be making your lungs cave in together
Blow smoke out my face, pick up the pace
Speed up the race, never let a hot joint go to waste
My dogs'll bark when your marksman trespass
You better use caution, your body parts might get auctioned
No need for you to keep stalkin, HELL but what you talkin
have you dusted like a zombie lookin straight Christopher Walken
Shorty tried to call me and warn me and E-40
about these other corny rappers that ain't got nuttin for me
You know they all blew it, time to move it
Blow the spot you knowin how we do it, capitalize
Upgrade to gold now we platinum-eyes
Keep my flavor holy sacred and pasteurized, WHAT!

Chorus

[Busta Bust']
We doin this to blow through it til you suffocate, losin your breath
til you satisfied, you know we do it to death
Ay you know we do it to keep you flippin, do it for whylin
Doin it for me to get my hustle on, do it for profilin
Do it for the love affair because I'm lovin it
When we clubbin all you hear is the live DJ rubbin it
Runnin it all into the ground, doin it for days
Do it for money, know I gotta keep my bills paid!

[Charlie Hust']
My reals be pokin and stickin out like nipples
The felines, be lookin at us like we some popsicles
Busta Rhyzzzimes, and Charlie Hustle, or should I say Fonzarelli
Poppin they collars and workin they star jelly
Up in the club, order the one, the party's just begun
Love, batches outnumber the fellas ten to one push come to
shove, forgot my gun, but it won't hurt fool
My music come up out the woodwork, beatch!

Chorus w/out Busta (3X to fade)

f/ Silk-E

[E-40]
The names have been changed to protect the innocent
The Adventures of Lieutenant Roast a Botch..
and Sherrie Stack a Grip

Ay, ay ay, ay nigga pull that motherfucker, ay!
Ay! Ay hold on playboy
Ay pull that motherfucker over dude
(Bu bu bu bu bu bu bu!!)

[Silk-E]
I know he is not about to bring his motherfuckin ass over here

[E-40]
Buu!!! Huh?

[Silk-E]
Damn!

[E-40]
You had a smile on your face yesterday why you lookin mean today?

[Silk-E]
I was tryin to holla at your potnah that's why

I say, uh-oh, look out danger
Captain Save a Hoe with the Rescue Rangers
You wanna holla right
Hell naw you ain't gettin at this
While you was in the Hall of Game you should've checked my exhibit
Lieutenant Roast a who, I'll leave you balless
Always can come, this ain't no beach you fuckin walrus
I'm Sherrie Stack a Grip
Known for slappin niggaz'n shit
I'll take your refrigerator and your bank roll bitch
Only way you gon' see this
If it's under your tongue
Get out my face you fuckin eclipse, you're blockin my sun
{*car tires skeeting*}

[E-40]
Bitch what the fuck you talkin bout?
It ain't like you some kind of notch or somethin
You know what I'm sayin? Bitch
I'm Lieutenant Roast a Botch, you ain't knowin huh?

Captain Save a Hoe
Bitch that's my long distance cousin from Boise, Idaho
We cake patnas, but dude be savin hoes and I be savin marbles
It's a long ass distance between me and that fool
Cause he's one of them modest fellows
And I'm Lieutenant Roast a Botch known for roastin hoes like marshmellows
Let you tell it cause you a strong black sista about your clout
Knowin you ain't got a pot to piss in and a window to throw it out
Are you itchin, can't think about sexin
Irritated by yo' yeast infection
She's a lazy hoe - y'all seen her
Sit in her ass all day and watch Jerry Springer
Ten kids by ten different dicks - Biotch!!..
Your whole house smell like piss

(Chorus)
[Silk-E] If it ain't about cash, then it ain't about shit
[E-40] Throw it, money, fonky cock beoott..ch
Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant Roast a Botch
Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant Roast a Botch
[Silk-E]
Sherrie Stack a Grip, Sherrie, Sherrie Stack a
Sherrie Stack a Grip, Sherrie, Sherrie Stack a

[E-40]
Aten-hut!!
Stand at attention cause one of the main thangs you need to learn
Is to shut the fuck up while tycoons is talkin
Raise your hand and don't be speakin out of tongues
Only when told to speak, spoke
Only time you laugh is when I tell a joke

[Silk-E]
Nigga damn your personality
You're never gettin no ass from me
Big, beared muthafucka couldn't get no pussy, sittin there mad at me
Ain't it about business for Pillsbury to be smokin on Swishers
Lieutenant look like you roastin mo', turkeys than bitches
With your fat ass
Fix your cash in a grab bag
By the time you touch your toes
Muthafucka I'll be in Baghdad

[E-40]
Hoooooo!! I heard your pussy went platinum
Cum all in the cervix, herpes chlamydia in the abdomen
Sherrie Stack a Grip
Nicknamed Sherrie Stuff a Dick - The Ratchet Mouth Biotch!!
See I go hard on a batch (HARD)
Like my little cousin Sir Nose rappin ass brother from Dallas
Gold hard black - gold diggin batch I ain't got no scratch

[Silk-E]
Ah nigga Sherrie Stack a Grip don't give a fuck about that

(Chorus)

[Silk-E]
Why are you screamin at me are you mad from frustration
It ain't my fault you still masturbatin
If youse a balla muthafucka help me recognize
Roll over this fifty dollar bill and give me ten fives
You weak dick havin, roach clip needin
Wheezin tryin to breath oversleepin ass nigga
With your fat ass
Always wanna holla sittin there stank
With your fat ass
Cheesy knuckles marinatin with your drank
Hey fat ass!!!
You best go tender your Phillies
Paw lubricated, dick in hand
Poppin chicken like skillets
I hold your account like clothes
Oh God you quit it
You don't believe me
Call your bank and go and ask your bitch

[E-40]
Haven't you noticed
Put your hand in front of your mout and smell it yourself
Oh, bitch that's halitosis
When the last time you saw a doctor about your health
Oh you hoes, talkin bout you got the flu
Ignorin do-do breath you can't avoid
Somebody give this hoe a Altoid
Would you please put some lotion on them scuffed up, ashy knees
Clothes lookin like they need to see a dry cleaners
You out there bad with your imitation Prada bag
I know your history hoe
Thunderbird and grape Kool-Aid
You remember suckin dicks in the seventh grade
All you needed is some bamma and a couple hits
That's why the sa-habs called you
Sherrie Stuff a Dick the Ratchet Mouth Biotch

Chorus

[Silk-E] If it ain't about cash, then it ain't about shit..

f/ C-Bo

(*Screeching tires, gunshots, broken glass, sirens and screaming*)
Yeah (3x)

[E-40]
They want problems; soon them want me waxed, contracts on my ass
It's comin from the pen, they say I owe 'em cash
Dwellin off the past and they need it fast
But what they fai'lize is I'll be quick to blast
Die hard cold blooded killer all about my work
Dressed up like a female in a mini-skirt
Specialize in doin dirt - shootin niggaz in the shirt
Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh
Cutlass, guzzlin down a 40-ounce bottle of Swiss malt liquor brewsky
talkin to a cutie standin outside the movie theater
sittin on top of the hood of my Cutlass
Smokin on a non-filter pink pack colored edition cigarette
Clove-family affiliated cancer stick lookin +GANESH+ beadie
What the fuck? W here's the peace treaty?
Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy, M-16's don't shoot no beebees
Programmed to amputate anything that gets off in my way
Then I put them same size left over bullets up in my A.K.
I can't wait 'til we bump heads

Chorus:
It on, on sight day and night no matter what I'm dumpin'
I'm tryin to see you niggas 'bout somethin' (2x)

"I'm heated, them niggas cheated" - 3X (in background)
We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been squashed (3x)

Shit was 'posed to been squashed

[E-40]
I've got a hunch; meet me at the Olive Garden spot let's do lunch
Fool and dem tried to pass the buck and set us up for lumps
Sons of bitches must think we some chumps
Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps

[C-Bo]
Nigga fuck stress and pull lick, we kick in the door with full clips
Out of Magnums packin when we blast 'em we all out for the chips
FOol, 40-Water never slip, saw the niggaz quick and then dipped
Before we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them niggaz shit to
side-ways up off they block, poppin gears in a big block
All out non stop riders until our casket drop
We smashin, blastin on any, while I remember many
Dash and blastin double two-three's, fuck the enemies

Chorus

[E-40]
One of my big dudes up out HPA shot me a kite today
He up in Pelican Bay three striker
Doin 25 with a L cause he won't tell on one of his
high-ranked dudes in position who wears a diaper
With the shit stacked on the side of his waist
blood splattered all on the windshield wiper
Somebody tried to take his face - caught him up in his Viper
Loose as a goose ass out tried to down him like a sniper
hyperventilated started havin' seizures
No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers

[C-Bo]
We stand tall, like Manute Bol with bigger balls than RuPaul
Strapped with 4-4's down to execute all y'all
Don't want to see us niggas on a mission
150 round drum 45 slugs bitten
No remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho'
Leave him stuck in his front seat
70 rounds through his front window
Ain't no fuckin' with G's
Fill 'em up to they neck from they knees
Leave 'em dyin' in the street as we escape on they goldeeze

Chorus

f/ K-Ci and JoJo, Too $hort

[E-40]
Testin testin
It's game orienfested, size six-ex vested
K-Cizee.. JoJo... that boy Too Sheezee, Todd Shaw
and Earl Stevens, a.k.a. Charlie Hustle
Hey Todd, you on? (Am I on?)

*K-Ci and JoJo singing*

[Too $hort]
The foundation was laid several years ago
I built a whole empire in your stereo
Got a four leaf clover representin the Bay
Oakland, Frisco, Vallejo, and EPA
We keep the shit together, let's keep it that way
From Sacramento all the way to San Jose
We in a new era, for ten years you made hits
so what's up E-Feezi? (We still the shit) Beotch!

[E-40]
How you think I got this pot belly, overnight?
Shet a nig-ga was hongry, I had an appetite
Just like a lie to my people that's caught up in the struggle
Motherfuckers tryin to bubble, niggaz tired of slangin
Barney Rubble, gettin in trouble and fuckin up
Parole got me makin my kids piss in a cup
It's cold, that's why I got a few bucks, I put up
from sellin greens, investing in some vending machines
From the ground up

Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo

We started, with nothing
From nothing, we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us
From the bottom, we started
We started, with nothing
From nothing, we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us
From the ground on up!

[E-40]
From the ground up, here go some details
This verse right here was made, said strictly for the females
Don't y'all know it's time for y'all to blow up, like Napalm
Instead of sellin Tupperware, and Avon
Get your business license, go on and put the peas in the pot
Tell your baby to get your baby daddy to buy you a nail shop
or a beauty saloon, since he come to be the biggest tycoon
with methamphetamine laughs and heroin balloons

[Too $hort]
Six po-lice pulled me over laid a nigga on the ground
Searched my car real good I know you know what they found
I had the trunk, full of that junk
X-Rated lyrics, laced with the funk
No doubt, I was just about to flood the streets
Big boxes full of tapes with them dopefiend beats
Two white boy groupies, mad as hell
Black men makin mail, couldn't take him to jail

Chorus

[Too $hort]
I spent sixteen hundred makin Born To Mack
Used my niggaz gold ropes and his Cadillac
I was broke to start with, didn't give a fuck
Couldn't tell me Short Dawg wasn't comin up
When motherfuckers roll by bumpin your stuff
It makes you feel good, like when you bust a nut
Now I'm a millionaire, and can't get enough
Forty tell em how it is (way too tough Short Dawg)

[E-40]
When I first started rappin motherfuckers would cap!
"That nigga fake he sound like Woody Pecker on crack (ha ha ha HA ha)"
Niggaz would laugh and say I rap too fast way back then
But now I be catchin all kind of motherfuckers
tryin to sneak my little old style in
And that's a compliment, cause I ain't trippin on the money
(what about the money what about the money)
Ask me, sheeit, I think there's enough money up in this bitch
for all of us, we can Sasquatch pimp the system without a doubt
All we gotta be is bout our paper route

Chorus

[E-40]
That's real, Too Sheezee, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli
K-Ci and my nigga JoJo we all come from the ground up
BEAOOOTTCH!

[K-Ci and JoJo]
Right from the bottom to the top
From the ground up we never stop
Right from the bottom to the top
We never stop
(repeat 2X)

Never stop, no we will never stop baby
We will never stop, we will, we will never stop
We will never stop!
From the ground up, from the ground up
from the ground up, nooo
From the grouuuuund up, from the ground up
From the bottom to the top baby
Baby baby baby baby...

Oooh oooh

Flashin' (*belches*)
Oooh

I'm gone off that boy and dog food, Purina Chow-Chow
Pow Pow, hot lead on a nigga head G-style
Never understood, grew up in the hood
Never knew right from wrong
Get to dumpin on a nigga for nothin for no reason
Mannish little knucklehead, hardhead heathen
Meanin, give a fuck about life, I seen my momma
stab my daddy in the stomach with a knife
when I was three years old, finally figured it out
That's why a nigga sold coke, clientele and clout
Without a motherfuckin doubt, take a nigga out
for tryin to goaltend a motherfucker paper route
Wet his ass up, fat lady single
Fully automatic converted by my whiteboy arsonist
fire extingusher, if you ain't spendin with me then motherfucker
you betta damn sure be workin for me and that's real as fuck
Either that, I get your jaw wired up, pathological liar
Dope game got me like this, murder for hire
Smokin more bomb than Cheech and Chong, I'm SAYIN
Hit up Denny's resteraunt and order a gang of food
Run up out of that prejudiced fuck-ass motherfucker
without even havin any n kind of intention on even payin
Damn near flashin, that's what the fuck I'm doin
and I'm blastin up in this motherfucker
I got my motherfuckin weiner out and I'm sayin fuck the world
I'm pissin on everything, fuck it, nigga I'm flashin
I'm actin bad
I got all kind of marbles on the motherfuckin table
and I'm tellin a motherfucker you touch my shit and I'm flashin
Understand my shit, the situation is way damn real
Motherfucker I'm drunk off the shit
and I'm breakin bottles on the pavement, I'm flashin
Nigga I'm out there bad I'm poppin in the air for nothin
Nigga for no apparent reason I'm DUH DUH DUH DUH check it out

At this, got it fired up, choppers in the back of the truck
about to light the nigga crib up
Bang bang shoot em up claim fame
Got a little to my name, slick as sugar cane
Three in the mornin it's hard labor chasin paper
Nigga twerkin, go to several Russian car
Cluckers comin through with VCR's
Microwave ovens and credit cards
Pullin all kind of heavy metal straps
Beatin bitches down with bumper jacks
L-R-P's bitches overseas shoot craps
Tryna to have more paper than a fax
Motherfuckers gettin to showin out when they off ecstasy
Liable, to fuck a hoe on her menstrual cycle
Vital, lookin out for the rival tribal dead on arrival
Psycho, it's all about survival
Quarter ounce zippers is on
Run up in his home while he slappin bones
with the chrome pist-al, pistol-whip a nigga
with a zap board, Zenith hammer, Arm and Hammer
bakin soda, listenin to the scanner
Scared man can't win, especially when I'm paper packin
Fetti stackin, mashin, flashin

I'm flashin, the Elroy's pulled me over
and put the flashlight to my window and told me I was speedin
and I got to, fa-lashin on they ass
I got to actin like a demon the motherfuckers told me
the other day I go to turn off my P-G-and-E
Nigga and I got to actin bad and I got to flashin
on a motherfucker, motherfucker come out there
talkin crazy to me lookin at me crazy up in the motherfuckin sto'
and I said, "Bitch I'm F-ah-lashin!"
Don't let me get to flashin on yo' ass nigga
Motherfucker up in the club, and a motherfucker step on my shoe
and I got to fa-lashin!

It's all bad, motherfucker used to be my comrade
Used to fuck the same hoes, wear each others clothes
Closer than a booger to a nose, choosin vogues
Slammin Cadillac do's together, cookin crack
and make these zippers back, overkill
Put the whammy on the whoop, be on the lookout
for the state troop, might shoot
Durin the drug deal, flippy at the mouth
Voluntarily ratted your motherfuckin folkers out
Tight about since Little League, Boy Scouts
Paper route dropped a dime to get some days dropped
I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, moody like a old hag
Shit gone get hella stanky if you square snitch-ass
sucka butt-ass niggaz don't bring me back my motherfuckin duffle bag
Consequences off the hinges
Lean ballin, alcohol and weed
A thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken feed
A criminal record a full of dirty deeds
Givin niggaz black eyes and bloody lips
Cauliflower ears and extra clips
Gun clappin music slappin party crashin
Blastin, motherfucker flashin

The holiday just came on the first second and third of the month
Made my check late and I got to, flashin on motherfuckers
Next door neighbor hollerin that shit about my beat too loud
I walked up the motherfuckin steps and I got ta
tellin that bitch I'm F-ah-LASHIN
Send a rookie to the store to bring me back some Rossi Ron
He brought me back Chablais, and I get to FLASH
on that bitch ass motherfucker, silly nigga
Yknahmsayin? A motherfucker up in this motherfucker FLASHIN
Get to testin my testicles nigga and I'ma FLASH on yo' ass
Behind my back and it get back to me and I'm flashin
Lost all my money up in the dice game and I FLASH
Didn't let me up in the Club Cafe Echelon and go to FLASHIN
Dopefiend ran off with a hundred count of my defense and I FLASHED
B of A wouldn't cash my faulty money order
so I took it to Scottie's to keep myself from flashin
Bought $250 worth of liquor and they tried to charge me
for some ice and I FLASHED
Got jumped outside a house party and my fools left me for dead
when I got home I seen them motherfuckers
and they ass was in the red, I got to FLASHIN
I tell ya, bitch these niggaz I tell ya
Shit I tell ya, SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT BITCH, shit!

f/ B-Legit

(B-Legit)
Mobb shit biatch.

(E-40)
Biatch!! Biatch!!

(B-Legit)
This shit ain't went no where. (Trademark)
You understand me?? (Uh!)
It's like, when a muthafucka do his dirt,
it don't be no ordinary dirt, you understand me??
A nigga do dirt bad. Check it out.

(E-40)
I took a, I took a, whole thang of ice cream,
a kilogram of birdie a unit,
put the wammy on it, stepped on it, wit out ruinin it, or abusin it,
like a muthafucka would supposed to
when there's a shortage on sumpthin, (on sumpthin),
that way I could get em off like hot cakes,
an you know there's plenty more where that comes from,
you see I know this one storage place that this one particular ball-ah,
sneekin an keepin his job-ah,
for you tardy unaware troopers
now hoppin in the game truant ass niggas,
biatch!! biatch!! yadda means powder
yola, yola, ice cream candy,
man that shit be comin in handy,
but anyway,
dude hella bootsy an he was juss askin to get robbed,
that's why me an my side went ahead
an pulled one of them 'ol inside jobs,
on his 'ol, move the show room,
show me more Willie Fu-Fu put the red on his,
put two on the ten, all protected an tryin to impress a bitch,
don't you know I'm all off pullin licks
on busta brown ass zarks like you,
scopin an casin 2-11's an holdin patience

(B-Legit)
I huddle wit the dogs up on defense day,
Lieutenants get the kicks, backwoods of the Yay,
soldiers leave the place, so the cream I keep,
six or seven g's everytime I beep,
hit the streets like I can't, plot fo the bank,
fuck wit a boss, cuz a pit got rank,
make yo body stank, leave you lost in the woods,
a nigga from the hood, up to no damn good,
we ride Fleetwood, hit 'em dummied out,
walk a clerk to the safe, an get the money out,
I'm on a money route, and all cash I claim
a nigga deep in this muthafuckin game.

Chorus- *(E-40 & B-Legit)*

187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt.

(E-40)
B-Legit from what I understand, his breath was stronger than his bite
(beeeeee-yaaaaatch!!!) nigga was sellin mo wolf tickets
than a sold out Lennox Lewis an Evander Holyfield fight, shit
we ain't no strong or soft niggaz, we savage damn it,
like who?? like the crocodile hunter,
that crazy ass muthafucka named Steve,
who caught me doin' dirt, cuz I'm dirt cheap,
an I like to do most of my dirt when most of y'all be asleep
down an dirty, 'specialy when I'm doin' dirt bad,
pull akickdoe, run up in yo baby mama's pad.

(B-Legit)
I been it down from day uno,
baby bottle full of pruno,
knew I was the shit named B-Legit,
had a thang fo bakin soda, an high info,
couldn't wait to put the Vogues on a 7-8 rogue,
I'm on a telephone, my communicator,
on the track wit the team, gettin hella paper,
fuck a playa hata, see he cheats to win
an me, I be the B-Soft Gin,
cuz I'm the man wit it,
got the taste of blood,
so dirty when I'm wet that I turn to mud,
I smoke purple bud,
an make a hit hurt bad,
ain't no tellin when a nigga doin' dirt bad.

*(chorus)*

40-50, 45, 4-7-0,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11's 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, uh, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad.
BIATCH!!

(B-Legit)
We doin' dirt bad, me and Charlie Hustle,
niggaz push up on us cuz now we got the muscle,
got they yay sewed up
an you gonna have to see us,
either that or get hit, wit the millimeters,
keep my burners on,
ain't no peace out here,
a good place to leave yo whole fuckin career,
so keep yo game near,
an don't cross game,
until the list have your own fuckin name.

(E-40)
Them badgers,
Them bitches,
them batches,
the got my faulty tapped,
but the po-po's hate it,
cuz I be talkin in code,
street slang, so they can't interpretate it,
an the only way that they gonna be able to interpretate
it is if they go out and get a reliable source,
which is a snitch, a fuckin affidavit
one that gives up very important valuable information to the vice
a rathead, a rathead, turns in they mama for the right price
money hungry for bread, you wussy, willow ass,
bitch-made niggaz workin for them,
it's hoes like you that got us doin' dirt bad.
Biatch!!

*(chorus)*

187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad.

BIIIIIIIIII-AAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAA-TCH!!

*sung by Otis & Shug*
Let's get Sick Wid It baby
Sick Wid it baby, yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah
Let's get Sick Wid It baby
Said I'm gonna get so Sick Wid It, yeah
Said I'm gonna get highhhhh

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink
Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out

[E-40]
While I was bullshittin,
bitch tried to hit me upside the head with her shoe
Talin bout, "Who the fuck you been doin it to?
Comin home always smellin like tuna fish and brew"
I said "Bitch, if you don't get up outta my talkin face,
I'ma slap you real tough-like
and I can almost rest assure you
that it ain't gon' be no pretty sight, ugh"
2-4-7, 3-6 DeVille
I pull out my dick and spell my name over the bitch
Shoot the hundred fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu slammin?
That there shit across the street? That ugly ass gremlin?
Buy some sticky, you got the pillow
Here go some Black'n'Mild style, split it down the middle
What's that? That Oakland Crip? Nah it's that white widow
I was about to say cause they'd botha have your ass
up in the hospital, check it out

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink
Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out

[E-40]
Smell me on this one, check it out
Hit up for 5, and hold it for 10, I'm true lung
Let's see who got the most wind, get em sprung
Make em wanna come back and spend, Afghani bomb
From juice and Seagram's Gin
Fuck all of that Cristal-poppin, drinkin Moet shit
I'm from the block
Wheaties, Thunderbird, gorilla milk and Aftershock
?Boom square wide country?, Wild Irish Rose
Smugglin Hennessey and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequila shots
Drinkin 40 ounces was how I first got my figure
Then I graduated to straight hard liquor
So hah, let me take a swig of that Crown Royal
What you puttin on that blunt huh? Hash oil
My Panamanian saha from south San Francisco
on some marijuana farm down in San Luis Obisbo
Wake yo' ass up Charlie Hustle, wake yo' ass up, why you asleep?
Cause, nigga that shit got my twaskin?? my life nigga, shit!

Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink

[E-40]
Seein two's and three's
Highly intosticated while I'm slidin on a brim
Set of Z's and V's, spit Long Range Pimpin
L-R-P sophisticated wannabe's, stuck up H-O-E's
Disease-infested back-polluted pussy hoochie mamas, ooh ooh
Give a damn, make that 2-8-9, think I had a V8
Highly carbureator, four-barrel engine scram
Get gas, go in sideways, figured up like a philly
Ready, get that motherfucker hop up away
Everybody got the munchies and they ain't tryin ta miss
We ride around the corner, nigga there go Emmitt Smith
Webulation! Bust a U-ey folker, oh as I'm hoppin out
Damn that's my beeper, I got dinner at the house
The rules and regulations of the game up in the Yay
Just slap a bitch silly if she gets off in my way
She's open to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yay
Three or four different bitches, five or six different times a day

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink
Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out

Let's get Sick Wid It baby
Let's get Sick Wid it baby

(Voicebox: Wow, wow, wow, wow ooh jump my bone)

Chorus:
I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone (2x)

Gettin tweeded up in the club niggas in the parking lot
sasquatch pipmin bitches from different cities
And I'm tryin' to stick my ding-a-ling
between one of these super badass bitches
"Say ho, oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that?"
She say, "Oh I got your hoe, besides nigga
I don't even listen to rap"
I said, "How you know a motherfucker rap?"
She say, "Ain't you 40-water?
I read an article on you while I was up under the dryin' net
magazine double XL" (XXL)
I heard that, okay what's crackaleezie what's the heezie deezie?
Why you try to act like you was God's gift to the world
a few minutes of a keezie leezie?
All my dentures gathered around to take a look
at this bankded beauty Dolly Parton gluteus maximus
Ass big enough to fit a cup on her booty (booty),
straight Centerfold Suzette
I'm in the mix (I'm in the mix) check it out
I'm in the mix like a blender
Stay right down the street from Paul from the Diamond Center
I used to cut grass for a livin'
But now I count cash for a livin' (beotch, BEOTCH!)

Chorus:

Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito truck
Stuck, man this shit here's crazy
I'm in a Ford, Fix Or Repair Daily
Old school antique lifters tickin'
with a gas leak radiator off the heater reads
I'm in a desperate need of some antifreeze
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit what the fuck's wrong with this car?
Shit, shit, shit, shit I should've drove my Northstar
Dependable, new school get you where you need to be when you need to be
Enemies aimin' at me with they darts
While I'm footin' it, walkin' to Kragens Auto Parts

Chorus:

A week later, everything was fo' sho'
My album was about to drop so I went on a promotional to'
Bus driver why you cruisin' dude? Where we headed?
Houston Texas, one mo' mile, two mo' exits
Quarter to three me and the Mossie checkin' in at the Doubletree
lemme call my dudes, who? 8-ball and MJG
Ball where da hoes?
All the hoes be at Poppago's
Later on that day
Say you know a motherfucker can't come to Houston
without visitin' Little J
The Scarfaces, The Drapers and The Greens
The Northsides and Club Boomerangs and BEOTCH!

Chorus

f/ Master P

[E-40]
Tryin to make it..
It's been a long road
Sic-Wid-It Records

[Master P & E-40]
UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! (C'mon, ooh)
Y'all feel that? (I feel it playboy, I smell you)
It's real out here 40 (It's real Pee!)

[E-40]
I'm out here in the slums where thugs be usin, ghetto tactics
like, choppin up candy canes
sittin on top of a dried up JCPenney day mattress
Whatever it takes to survive, see that's what I supply
Like slippin and slidin in the grocery store
and settling out of court
Soft white coke a black turn into hard solidses
Thirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wah-wah
The saga continues, the struggle's just beginnin
And it's hard to look up to snotty folks, cause THEY be sinnin
'Pac gone, Biggie gone, Seagram gone -- and we also lost Eazy-E
one of the first gangster rappers of all time
to the most vicious and deadliest disease in history since cancer
To Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone
From the graveyard shift, RBL's Mister C
One love, to Rappin Ron and Plann B
Victims of the trigger (unnngggggggghhhhhh)
Po' out a little liquor

Chorus: repeat 2X

It's not the same, this world is crazy
We out here goin through it all
Everything must change, it's gettin shady
Got our backs against the wall

[Master P]
UNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, I shed tears for pain 40, some for anger
Seen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers
Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) only time'll change it
and fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this game
And my lil' homies ballin, picture me fallin
and momma in the funeral screamin and crawlin
Is there a heaven or hell?
To ghetto kids in the anky only time will tell
And jealousy, and envy, come with money
While crooked, politicians, run the country
And it's a, damn shame to see my, weeples vanish
Now they teach us ebonics, what about english and spanish
I couldn't, live my life behind bars and gates
While the government play a game called process to eliminate

Chorus

[E-40]
Case #246, shootin in an inhabited area
They was steady complainin about the dope sellin
But they ain't never been evicted, or convicted
They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested
Shackled like an animal for pushin rocks
Dang near choked to death by motorcycle cops
Pepper sprayed and laughed at like that shit was funny
Pregnant breezy threw down on her tummy
Do you ever think I'll ever be able to get
a chance to repent and ask the lord for forgiveness
before he close the casket, will my son end up growin up
without a father will he end up bein a bastard?
A bastard -- that's a good question (unggggggggghhhh!)
I don't know, I don't know

Chorus

Ooohhh... (To da beat!)
Oooh ooh! (To da beat!)

Wake dey ass up, check it
BEAOTCH! Ooh! (To da beat!)

[every two lines end with 'To da beat!']

She hit me on my locker, I was off that truck
mechanic orange juice and Absolut vodka
Smokin on a beadie, chasin it with a fat Strike in my
fresh off the showroom flexin 32-valve Northstar Caddy
Gettin it cricket, slangin em sideways, walkin up the streets
Residuals, re-enactments, constantly repeatedly burnin Vogues
Flamboastin, high-sidin, turnin heads, REWINDIN!
Ain't had the car but two weeks and already need a wheel alignment!
See us Bay negroes is nigger-ain't-give-a-fuck
Flip a spankin new vehicle, tear it up
We play mind games with tizzy airhead ass hoes, make em
buy us things like diamond ear-rhings and clothes, a, uhh
P, I-M-P, come V-I inch up bitch and pay me
Hoe, ahh pay me n-uh-no attention
These are the things that you need to know
But just remember Charlie Hustle always told you so, it's to da beat y'all

Chorus:

And it don't stop, a TO DA BEAT y'all
And it won't quit, a TO DA BEAT y'all
And it don't stop, a TO DA BEAT y'all
And it won't quit, cranks out DA BEAT y'all
Voice boisterous, make the shit throb, a TO DA BEAT y'all
Deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb, right TO DA BEAT y'all
Deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb, a TO DA BEAT y'all
Now do it up and say whassup off-i-sah-ha (To da beat!)

[E-40]
Ah-cho-ah-chokin on some burner, in my little deuce, white interior
Smoke grey exterior, convertible ragtop Hummer (To da beat!)
Little homey ain't but sixteen years and a millionaire
Sittin on somethin clever talkin about, "40 Water can you help me out?
Can you give me some kind of advice,
cause I ain't tryin to be up in this bitch forever?" (To da beat!)
Told all my motherfuckers to try to wash they monies
and make some kind of good out of bad, buy you a couple of fixer-uppers
Shit it ain't gotta be no brand new Caddy (To da beat!)
Use da dope game as a stepping stone, let your little sister run it
Turn one of the fixer-uppers into a care home, I'da done it (To da beat!)
Where I'm from, Vallejo California born and raised in crew
We got the highest paid police force, look what they do (To da beat!)
Too busy tryin to scrutinize and slander me
As much as I done did for the community (To da beat!)
Do me a favor why don't you go out of state and go visit
some of your family members down South and mention Vallejo
And I bet the first thing that come up out their mouth
is Earl Stevens and Denell, bump this shit til your tape break
and youse a bitch if you didn't buy my last tape, BEOTTCH!!!!
To da beat y'all

Chorus

[E-40]
S-ah-sinister shit, for you to ride to, you got your clip?
Uh-huh, a-ight, then let me guide you (To da beat!) into my world
Straight up, this ain't no circus, playboys and girls
Listen up, we's bout to get on turbans (To da beat!) boom boom!
Woofers in the back BOOM BOOM! niggaz and bitches talkin bout
"Did you hear that nigga 40 Water new shit?
That nigga got the SLACK!" (To da beat!)
You can pat that nigga down with a metal detector
and still not have a clue
Fools be slidin up in parties on crutches
limpin, with a derringer in his shoe (To da beat!)
Fuck a Cuban cigar, give me a Black N Mild
Then watch me tear up a brand new hundred dollar bill
and throw it in the crowd (To da beat!)
I don't need no iron, I'm already crisp -- whatchu got whatchu got
whatchu got -- I don't need no money, I got mouthpiece (To da beat!)
Closed mouthtank get fed, dude what you talkin here, what
all of a sudden you got amnesia nigga
I know you didn't forget who buttered your bread (To da beat!)
Old money but new game playboy and it ain't recycled
I ain't to be toyed with, so don't call me Tyko

Chorus

"40-H2O, I got a few ends, can we do some kind of business mate?"
It depends on how much you wanna spend
and how much profit I'm gon' make
What's the crazy? Sellin half a kezy, right now they go for eight
But you know we in the middle of a drought playboy,
so tomorrow might be too late
Prices keep on elevatin,
escalatin and fluctuatin like Oprah Winfrey's weight
Hesitatin, eliminatin competitor's competition out the gate
Peruvian flake, cotton candy yams and Highway 5
About an estimated four-and-a-half hour drive, LET ME GO
Na na, can't do that, too dangerous, too young
Back off, it's a commotion, might even swallow your tongue
HOW?!? I'll tell ya later, hop your ass in this Kezy
Where we headed? Venice Beach
Gotta go pick up our greasy ex-po po martial arts expert
Money on grip and desperate, nuttin to be reckoned with
I tell you motherfuckers she's a fool
Damn she sound like a fuckin nut
Let's bust her potna and get the fuck

We smoke trees and slang ki's, off the fuckin E's
Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
(Look here)
We smoke trees and slang ki's, off the fuckin E's
Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
(Whatcha do?)
Doin a bunch of dirty deeds

It ain't gon' be no cakewalk, so whatever ya do don't talk
Others been sufficed to triangular markers with numbers on em
and bodies outlined in chalk
Bodies outlined in chalk, triangular markers with numbers on em
and bodies outlined in chalk
Call them organs, call my lawyer while you're at it
Tell my gal get that dope up out the attic
We ism, I caught the po-po tryin ta spoil it
Too much narcotics to be flushin down the toilet
These bitches talkin bout some shit I never knew about
Some shit I never heard, some shit that I could sue about
Knew I was in Pittsburgh promotin a charity concert wit my weep
and luckily a motherfucker like me
had enough common sense to keep the receipt
35th and room service
buffalo wings and Bleu cheese dressing, Caesar salad
a glass of wine and lots of sexin, don't you doubt it
25 percent bookworm, 150 percent street smart
Makin business, accusations only reach a start

We smoke trees and slang ki's, off the fuckin E's
Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
(Watcha do?)
We smoke trees and slang ki's, off the fuckin E's
Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
(Uhh)
Doin a bunch of dirty deeds

As soon as I could walk I'd cooked up bout half a meal ticket
at the age of 17 years old fuckin em up like that
Ovulatin in the kettle loft cos I kept watchin the game
I'd fall in the yard
Operation Desperation, go get your fetti,
daddy slingin niggas who off
in front of the liquor store tryin to get somebody
to buy me a bottle and a pack of Newports
so that a motherfucker can up-chuck on the teacher
when I get to school, restricted
So move up out of the classroom, better yet after school to diss this
Hella quick tip, wit extra manners, tie your ass up wit the phone cord
Duct tape your mouth, talk to your ass in Spanish
Describe me voice, like me no speak no English
Take me razorblade and get to choppin at your fingers
Straight killers new to my squadron
My deuce don't even know that's on my squadron's back
Godzilla ballers, a juvenile with damn man respect
Craze up off the set, pistol whippin negroes wit my Tek
Nina millimetre heater, heavy metal wet
Crushin heads and snappin necks, causin nosebleeds
A 150 percent street nigga about dem dirty deeds

We smoke trees and slang ki's, off the fuckin E's
Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
(Whatcha do?)
We smoke trees and slang ki's, off the fuckin E's
Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
(Whatcha do?)
Doin a bunch of dirty deeds
*repeat x3*

f/ LeVitti

Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
eleven years old dropped in the good location
My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin
got a nigga seriously thinkin
"How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Minimum wage flippin patties - nope
I'd rather fuck around with Coca-Cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Slave for men - that's what they told me
and I'll break you off somethin suitable
Brought you a key of crack quicker than ?
? recoupable
? future black and beautiful
My partners used to be plucked and ugly
Hangin around them old squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me
They straight cut for me
Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E
E-to-the-F-to-the-R-T-Y
I spits the shit from the T-O-P
It's me, the E, droppin it nuclear all the time
Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin.. mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, motherfucker!

Chorus: LeVitti

Sittin in my livin room
Thinkin of, a master plan
Tryin to find a way out
Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh
So I painted me a picture
of a life, to make a dream
Can you feel me now
Ballin outta control, ballin outta control

Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I'm havin long money, like Ross Perot, so take
notes from a big ol' ? pimp, pretty much established
Livin out of hand lavish
Throwin parties ?
with big time folks makin big time cabbage
Become a savage, get swoll by ones
Twenty a drum's established
Six figure digits, just like I tell you like
I got the whole city sewed up in stitches
Your product'll win if you gots top grade
Keep, your law-yers and your bail bondsmen paid
The word on the street's is that I done came up too fast
Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
You don't wanna bring your bitch
to what type of ? out of control sittin on tickets
Million dollar spots, technology chops
and a motherfucker proud fool-assed ridiculous
Straight fuckin em up like that, throw me my strap man
? feel me
Reverend would you put some blessin oil on my head
and hear me
I never sell my soul cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker! Ballin outta control

Interlud: LeVitti

This ol' game, kids they run
Never get a second chance
so take me to this world
Now there's always time, to getcha
I guess by now you get the picture
of what I'm tryin to say
I'm ballin outta control

"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin"
"Every other fuckin day I'm tellin my sahies how to quit"
"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin"
"We can get it on, we can get it on"
"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin"
"Forty-Water, straight lettin em know"
"Even though my pocket's fat and my belly's bigger..
gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic-Wid-It"

Throw, the hoe
Y'know in a big ass gumbo pot
Full stir
Let it settle to make it lock
Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier
"Whassup you timah, when your ass gonna retire?"
I ain't knowin
Keep tellin myself that I'ma call it quits
But I got myself
Too much motherfuckin cabbage out there runnin in the streets
Lookin up out the way for the one-time
Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin
Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry
cause fools be playa hatin
Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks
Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks
Cause niggaz be tryin to make movies
when they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies
I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother
I ain't even gon' lie I'm to'
Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped
Fuck these niggaz they think I'll sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, motherfucker!

Chorus

[LeVi] Yeah yeah, I'm ballin outta control
[E-40] Out of motherfuckin control
[LeV] I'm ballin outta control
[E-40] Cause I'm way too cold
[Lev] Yayayy, I'm ballin outta control
[E-40] MotherFUCKER! Ah yeah
Feel me main
[LeV] I feel you main
[E-40] Can you feel me main
[LeV] Yeah, I feel you main
[E-40] Vitti can you feel me?
[LeV] I feel yah!
[E-40] Motherfucker can you feel me?
[LeV] Yeahahayahahah!
[E-40] Feel me main
[LeV] I feel you main
[E-40] Feel me boy?
[LeV] I'm ballin outta control, yeahahahhh
[E-40] Every fuckin time
All day, motherfucker

I'm tryin to hear some of that MOBB
Make it sound like a gorilla tryin to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, well let's get this shit crackin then)
Super duper super duper, trunk rattlin
(That's what I'm talkin 'bout)
Old school, in the basement
(Some shit for the fuckin trunk nigga)
Magazine Street, Hillside type
(This is what we do, all day like this nigga!)
Mobb shit now!
(Get this shit crackin den nigga!)
It's a drought on
(Fuck now!)

BEOTCH!
What you holla? What you say? What dey know?
What dey know about this, so what dey know?
What dey know about this, so what dey know?
BEOTCH! Now...
Strictly mobb, strictly mobb

I might be rich and I rap, but sheeeyit
A hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollars
Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite on that
I stay on stuff, fuck a cup, I likes to drink out the bottle
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? secure my novel
When, I was fifteen years old
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature cause I'm Naughty Naughty
La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull triggers
We do cause trouble cause we dump on niggaz
Yeah, I'm Just a Hustler, remember that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989
Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller
My little sista Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated mission
Tryin to have it In a Major Way after I was on the late night grind
Strapped with nines and Desert Eagles, me and my weeples
come deeper than them skinny bitches, crept on us not too long ago
Sold our Lexuses and went back to the Cutlass Supreme
Buster demand they Zima's and forked toes
Starwise, with the helicopter knockoffs
My down South thugs call em elbows, turnin heads
with the personalized license plates with the tremendous bump
Fuckin they nose, fakin them domes
Breakin and shakin the neighborhood up, disturbin homes
Ridin on rims *tires peeling out*
Reyimmms, slidin through stopsigns, just like them action films
Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving myself up to the Elroy's
Doing time on the weekends, all up in the county writin rhymes
It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to
Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to
Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to
Some shit, some shit I can relate to

Chorus:

It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to
Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to
Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to
Some shit, some shit I can relate to
It's just some shit that you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some shit to make a nigga Practice Lookin Hard
Some shit for all my folkers on the Boulevard

It's traditional, heavy ass shit for the mobb
I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind
Forty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me you gonna resign
It's too early for this, dude you in your prime!
I said -- no not me, I won't stop
I'ma do it for my nigga Tupac
Sober see, that can't be
I been pervin all day since six o'clock
I pull a bootch like a bad tooth
with the cheapest EconoLodge a nigga like me can find
Drop her ass off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone booth
stranded freezin to death... empty handed can it
Stubborn hella hard to reason with
It's game orienfested, let me explain it
I know they say that I been, givin up too much game
But I'ma teach ya how to blossom with my new invention
You might wanna pay attention
I used to sell Kirby vacumn cleaners but I wasn't a punk
I worked at Mickey D's (what did you make) Employee of the Month
Livin above my means -- motherfucker that's a bald-faced lie
Po-po's raid, I got an alibi
Shot my first video for $20 bucks, motherfucker
Some cheap shit, Marriot's Great America
Mean Green hooked me up down South
Made a name for myself by word of mouth

Chorus

Hah... oh what dey know?
Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?
Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?
BEOTCH!!

Hella..
The board of weebleizations up in this motherfucker
The board of weebleizations
Head Above Water productions
Collaborated with my motherfuckin nigga, Sam Bosstigili
Professor Bosstigili up on this bitch ass motherfuckin track
Fuckin they nose up like this
Where that nigga Sojourn at, whattup boy?

Chorus

BEOTCH! With this here, we mobbin out
We mobbin out, Suga T (ay whassup gurl?)
D-Shot (D-Shot ???)
B-Legit up in this motherfucker (Yo E-Feezee main!)
Young Muggzy, Keveo (YOU, KNOW!)
Tap that ass Celly Cel (Whassup, whassup nigga!)
My nigga Big Bone Tyrone (Big Buddha!!)
D-Day from A-1
They doin it like that down they bitch ass
The Resevoir HOGGS up in this motherfucker!
(All day smashin)
There go Max and that nigga Parlay
LeVitti the R&B singer on they bitch ass
gonna fuck they nose with that mobb shit
Fuckin they head like that
My little young cousin Mac Mall up in this bitch
from the V-Town nigga I thought you thought all the time
up in they, bitch ass tall can B (Sic-Wid-It nigga!)
Cousin C-Bo
That nigga Otis and Shug singin
"I hope I don't go back to slangin llello" on they bitch ass
Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac Shon
That nigga K-1, Gino
Smitty, The Funk Mobb up in this bitch ass motherfucker
Fuckin they heads up like this
V-Town nigga Millersville I thought you thought
(Uh-huh)
Yeah my cousins nigga Down-n-Dirty
Kamikaze and the Mobb Unit bitch
I thought THEY THOUGHT!!
..
BEOTCH!!