Альбом E-40

f/ Ranking Scroo

{*piano roll*}

[Ranking Scroo]
Well I mean Man. Ranking Scroo 'long side E-40, ya hear?
All crew, pick up yourself Thou respect who say, everything's kool

[E-40] Fa Sho, Fa Sho

[repeat 2X]
Oooohh ooooh ooooh oooohhh (Ah Yo Ah Yo)

[E-40)]
It's either gonna be him or me and I ain't finsta be either or
Fear no man, bar none, be a hog like a wild bull
Playas dont keep score
Let em know that this is grown man shit ya fucking with
Autoloaders, Hunting rifles ya fucking with
Somebody gon mind somebody shit ya fucking with
We give a fuck about who ya with and whatever horse ya rolled in on
Ya ain't finna take me outta my zone
Cause I'ma stay getting my money on and be about me and mine
watch out for salty ass niggas during daylight savings time
Cause that's around the time of the year when the splitter splatter
Folks be losing the lives, they kidneys, and gall bladder
We in the stink of it man, me and my runners and gunners
We come through dumping with those autoloader turkey hunters
Never lose sleep, never worry, never weep
You could spend that time praying that what the preacher be speaking
Them suckas like to cheat, watch the beef say its kool
Them double back pull out them hammers and tools
And bettybye your them harrington riches and varmen rifles screws
For bragging rights, just to say he made the news

[Hook - Ranking Scroo]
Oooohh ooooh ooooh oooohhh
Well is noone going? No Step Flowing
With real king news now we all stop joking
Money in my pocket, come try take it
He run up and dont want but if ya want them come get
Cause when the morning come yes we breaking news
Evening come yo we breaking news
So lift up ya foot and put it iny ya dancing shoes
cause if ya fuck with us yo ya bound to lose

[E-40]
Breakin News
If you mess with the bull your gonna get the horns
When the clouds is dark that means it's finna storm
If ya car is parked and the music is loud
That means ya setting off alarms in the crowd
When ya spider senses tell you that something is up
Then I suggest you go with ya gut
Don't ignore your first mind
Always pay attention to your warning signs
Always be awoke, always be aware, always look over ya shoulder
Always be alert of the rollers
When ya perking and ya sliding sipping Saint Ides or King Cobra
In ya scraper, feeling ya paper rubbing Donny Taylor or Clarence Carter
Alot Smarter than the average joe
straight out the ghetto they call me E, 4, 0
Still hungry, still rapping like I'm still 'spose
Still money, still money on my mind folks
I never play out I'm just like Pea-Cokes
I survive in a drought, I sit on all my dope
And wait for the value to sky rocket
make them client pay top dollars so when they come cop it

[Hook]

[E-40]
Breakin News
This just in
Have money, have heart, have when
Cause ya never know when
Ya gotta fight to the death, you can't be running out of breath
Get in shape before its late
Im at 320 now but I used to weigh 358
My doctor made me lose weight, my doctor said Charlie Hustle
We gon turn all this fat that you got into mustle
But fools gon think that I'm smoking, no they ain't loc
You got High blood pressure, the leading cause of death among black folk
Er' since yo ass was just a lil kid
the slave masters would give him all the left over and crap from the pig
Enough of that, I said what I said
Now let's get back to bussing heads
Know when to act a fool and who to act a fool with
Know who to be cool with and who not to be cool with
Cause the same dude you grew up and went to school with
A be the same dude that cross you and try to get you hit
Cause misery love company and company loves misery
And money causes jealosy and envy

[Hook]

[Rankin Scroo talks for a bit]

[repeat 2X]
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh Oooohh

[E-40]
Uhh
H2, 26 inch shoes
Big boy toys, air traveller iceman shoes
Straight fool, look at the way that I wear my hair
Look at the pants and the clothes I wear
Look at the way my that my necklace glare
Cars exotic pimpskillet narcotics
Got 'em pimpskillet, sippin on some Hypnotiq
Pimpskillet a bossy alottamajig, and Sic' Wid It
We pack staplers and zigs and hunting gear equipment
Rug-ers are rigged, I spit at chickens and pidgeons
I flip the clippers at falcons and box Chevy's dippin
Thou'n! Smokin with my next door neighbor
Coughin - turtle and tobacco paper
Gangsta - read all about it
Northern Califoolya got THE talent
Play mindgames and talk slick and slide in
That's why the P's be poppin and the mackin be multiplyin

[Chorus]
Me and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin out the state from us
This is Sic' Wid It, you can't fuck wit us

[E-40]
The Candyman, in the kitchen with the pots and pans
Fiends makin bass pipes, out of ink pens
Where the cherries'll let ya hustle forever
But soon as the murders start occurin they gon' come get ya
Soon as the money start to flowin somebody gon' snitch ya
Soon as the rellis get to knowin that youse a fixture
Off in the bushes on surveillance takin a picture
So the poorer get poorer and the richer keep gettin richer
Real like estate, my works carry a lot of weight
Never on time, always late on a concert date
Get it Raoul, does he know what flavor the Bay
Back up in three-one-oh they give me the playa rank
Born on a MON-DAY! .. Forty Bela-FONTE!
Skippin and skatin and slidin, bouncin and dippin and glidin
Spittin and rappin and rhymin, ballin and wellin and timin

[Chorus]

[E-40]
Boy you the opposite of cold!
Your lyrics stick out, like a turd in a punchbowl
You don't give a man fish, you teach him how to fish
You don't give a broad chips, you reverse that shit
I'm talkin about cheese (cheese)
Only time that you 'sposed to do that when, she's yo' main
squeeze
Got your babies, drive Mercedes
No if's or maybe's, that's your lady
Quiet on the set!
E-40 Belafonte the greatest game spitter of all time beatin down
vets
Comin around the corner in that clean-ass convertible droptop
Corvette
How can I forget a lil' bumpy face and a bottle of that there
Moet
I bumped into this HOTTIE .. at a ghetto-ass PARTY
Frankie V jeans I seen, lookin so fresh and so clean
Got her all up on my team, jockin my glare and my gleam

[Chorus]

[Outro]
(HOT!) 40 Water is
(HOT!) Sic' Wid It still
(HOT!) #1 and we
(HOT!) ..
(HOT!) 40 Water is
(HOT!) Sic' Wid It still
(HOT!) #1 and we
(HOT!) ..
(HOT!)
(HOT!)
(HOT!)
(HOT!)

(feat. Turf Talk)
[E-40 - repeat 2X]
My folks on the block man they got dat work
Man they got dat work? (Don't it smell so sweet?)

[Chorus: Turf Talk - repeat 2X]
(I got dat work!) Yola, cavi, cream
Fuck the law, charge it to the triple beam
(I got dat work!) Young riders run the block
Bosses cook it up, chop it up and dish it out

[E-40]
Yo, what it is, what it was, what it ain't (ain't)
Pimp containers, let's put some paint where it ain't
Block boys, tycoons, big ballers (big ballers)
Young hustlers mayne, shot callers (shot callers)
Get off into this real shit (real shit)
There's a shortage on this real shit, I'm still here
And my heard don't pump Kool-Aid, my heart pump beer
Malt liquor, 211 Steel Reserve
Got'cha potnah hella perved, slidin through the turf like
What that is, family? What it look like?
How much you tryin to spend? What you hustlers need?
I got it all day pimp, weed hop speed
I ball like Spalding, I'm from the game
I keep my mouthpiece loaded ready to iron {?} tame
I'm so damn gone, I'm off the hanger, full of excitement
Run a credit check on ya, front you some candy on consignment
My designated riders got my back like a car seat
Got 24 inch tires on my GMC, EXT
Or should I say, ESV, extended sports utility
Black on black, SUV, fifteen inch screen TV

[Chorus]

[Turf Talk]
Self-reliant, benefits off drug-related environments
Crack pipes, needle fiends, appliances
Alcohol intake, overdose of the big quake
Overdose of that dopness make the bridge break
V-Town, central walk
Serve dope instrumental, me and my folks
Lil' homey on the handlebars
Mean mug hard like a thug on the yard
Throw my weight around mark, don't call it the boul'
I call it the bully-vard, THICK powder to snort
Turf talk won't smoke gotta dip the new cars
Materialistic, Jordans and gold watch (I got dat work!)
You want it you gotta buy dope from us
Swallow rocks through my belly that pass a rush
Throw it up, pack it in, I got dope to push
Tennis shoe pimpin back and forth to my {?} bush

[Chorus]

[E-40]
Oooh! My crimey's doin a dove on the yard (on the yard)
Know all the latest developments on the boulevard (on the
boulevard)
Before he went down he gave out some credit stories
Sent his enforcers and skullcrushers to go collect it
But you know how this new generation is, man they ain't havin
it
Ain't no more rules, it's dirty pool
Ain't no more dudes that can tell me I'm right or wrong
As far as I'm concerned, MOTHERFUCKER I'M GROWN
I got my Sidekick, I got my T-Mobile phone
I'm talkin hella shit (hella shit) shit to my broad, she at
home
I'm like where you at? (Where you at?) She said I'm layin on the
flo'
She said the El-roys there, they done kicked in my do'
For those that don't know, kinda slow, need to be creased
The Elroys, that's what we named the police
I got my d-boys, hood famous {?} suit us
The ghost clears, we right back at it again
Man I keep my parchment paper bail money out of incarceration
And my lawyer too case I need some legal, representation
I'm a warrior like you be listenin to, music you can relate
to
Like E-40 and them and the Sic Wid'It crew

[Chorus]

I got dat work!

[E-40 - repeat 4X]
My folks on the block man they got dat work
Man they got dat work? (Don't it smell so sweet?)

I got dat work!

f/ The Clipse

[E-40]
The definition of quarterbackin'
*Scratched*
the quarterback..

[Verse 1 - Malice]
Tell the cops don't read into it
Them days of slangin' yay been finished, them days have been done ended
So far gone them days that I'm offended
Snitches can't speak my name till they get winded
Can't you tell there's been a switch made?
Now fellas decide that they wanna run and tell like in the fifth grade
But I'm too gone, young'n be clear
Even when you see me, I am not really there
And I ain't play fair wit' my eye on the enemy
Huggin' the block just me and my mini-me
Did it and lived it, grinded here
Cops fillin' wit' my projects find it yeah
Not only was I in the game, I was gifted in it
Served food to the fiends and we called 'em dinners
Put the raw wit' the fake out, mixed it in it
Can't explain the cat's hustle, guess it just was in
It's Malicious

[Chorus - E-40]
If you got the turf crackin' and ya money's stackin', ya
Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin'
Leader of the squad and your the team captain
Quaterbackin', Quarterbackin'
Gotta little change and ya drivin' a range
Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin'
If ya sound system bangs, and ya pushin' them thangs
Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin'

[Verse 2 - E-40]
Might not know what I'm talkin' about
If you ain't never lived it, or seen it, or done it
Seen fiends vomit, green stuff I had to clean it up wit' comet
Mean stuff, so many deaths my streets is haunted
Believe us, you shoulda seen us, like Wile E. Coyote, man super genius
Against all odds like Serena and Venus
I only had a couple jobs in my life, but not too many thought I was grown
Who woulda thought I'd sell my skill for a microphone
And be rappin' about it up in the song, slidin' on some chrome
It's long money I earn, I'm bald headed, but I used to have a lord Jesus perm
When my name was earl before the rap game
Runnin' from secret squirrel, I had my own thang
Raised by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and bulls

[Chorus]

[Pusha T]
I play the field like Vick, from endzone to endzone
Serve that ish like snowcones in the hood
Entrenched in the gutter, I was lost in the good
Cuz I make the gat stutta like a old G should
Mamas lookin, so much snookin'
Nights in the kitchen thought I'd never finish cookin'
Way before pay for this that I'm mouthin'
19 years young, upward of 80 thousand
Trust me young'n Pusha was never browsin' for nothin' section 8 housin'
I'm stompin' thru like King Kong claimin' his home, his jungle
Mumblers beware the hood hates singers
I connect, block the corner like Jenga, fall never, you seen 'em
Posted in the hood leanin' fiends like the Tower of Pisa
Damn he's good..

[Chorus x2]

[E-40 - Talking]
Now of course you know I ain't talkin' about sports
I'm talkin' about runnin some shit
I'm talkin' about workestratin' and illustratin'
Glorifyin' ya paper route
Whether it serve it to, uh..
Gettin' out there hustlin', grittin' and grindin'
Doin' ya thug-thizzlemajiggadale
Quarterbackin' man, hustlin' main
Trust that main, yeah, in real life main
Some call it pitchin', some call it grindin'
We call it Quarterbackin'
Yeah, and I ain't talkin' about sports, trust that main..

{*scratched until fade: The Quarterback*}

[Нет текста]

Y'all ready to get this thing started (YEAH)
Y'all ready to get crunk (YEAH)
Aww Shit

(Intro)
Lets go baby girl, Let's go
Lets get the muther fucking flow, baby girl let's girl
Everybody in the club got the flow for sho'
Some mother fuckers slap on backs for sho'
Now let's go
Let's go baby girl, Let's go
Let's get the muther fucking flow, baby girl let's girl
All my niggaz in the club got the flow for sho'
Some mother fuckers slap on backs for sho'
Now let's go

[DJ Kayslay]
I don't think y'all understand whats about to go down right now
DJ Kayslay the drama king in the building with my nigga E-40
Yo Rick Rock, this is cracking right here baby
I need everybody to turn this shit up loud as you can
And rock to this shit like never before, Let's go!!

[E-40]
Never running out of lingo
Forty water right back at 'em with another single
Money longer than the neck on a flamingo
twenty-thosand on a bet in a casino
I got a partner on parol that just got out of Chino
Not a rookie but a vet, like Dan Marino
My favorite actor on the set, Al Pacino
This is a heater man, hot, like jalepeno
Follow the leader
Forty from Califoolya, you hear it and you speago
My life ain't no cartoon, i'ts not animated like Zito
High like a hot air ballonist, i'm just an opportunist
The sooner the better you let me know you we can do this

[Chorus]
Exuse me lady I've been looking at you from over here
I was wondering if I could buy you a beer and maybe later we can cut
I don't wanna be your man, I don't wanna be, let's have a one night stand
I know I don't know you and stuff but maybe we can get to know each other
over a couple glasses of whatever in this cup
I don't wanna go and dance, I don't wanna, let's have a one night stand.

[E-40]
Let's get it cracking like some broken bones, money mackin'
Talking on those burnt out phones, Cadallackin'
Wood grain dash and doors and floor mats
Good game, cash, I stash and store raps
PS2 clarity, diamond watches, super bad botches
Ankler and Cotches and Choppers fresh out the boxes
I like to polish my rims and tires, hundred spoke wires
With Armorol baby wipes because them Daytons require
Nothing but the best on flesh, just like sex
Rubbin lotion all on her Gluteus Maximus
I don't see no ring, all I see is miss sixty jeans
Walking through the club like she ready to do some things
Full of that turtle got Forty smelling like skunk
But everybody know you can't smell yourself when your drunk
Posted at the bar lookin like a star, I ghetto ball
Two way me your number, I'll give a player a call

[Chorus]

[E-40]
This is for my folks in Zalets and all my guys
There's a new rapper in town, E-40's on the rise
Known for having Sic Wid It records and Jive ties
Business man, always at work like Barry Wise
The guy with all the slang in the game, up out the Yeh
Gorillas, Marie world Africa USA, ya feel us
Its sick out here in the Bay where we stay
We killas, I wish someone would come and pray
Live life like their ain't no tommorow, ain't no tommorow
Life is something that you can't borrow, that you can't borrow
Every days a holiday, every day man we celebrate
Every day we modulate, every day man we perculate

[Chorus]

(Intro)

[Chorus One: repeat 2X]
To all my fellas that's down and doin time right now (right
now)
Hold on, stay strong (stay strong)
I see you when you touch down (touch down)
I see you when you come home (come home)

[Chorus Two: repeat 2X]
I hope you get this kite, write back man (write back man)
Hit me right back man, write back (write back)
Hit me right back man, write back (write back)
Hit me right back man, write back (write back)

[E-40]
They say that it's
easy to fall but it's (but what) harder to get back up (get back
up)
Stand tall through it all player don't give up (don't give
up)
Like Richie Rich said back in the day was true
They can take you from the game but not the game from you
"Tired of Bein' Stepped On," crept on (crept on)
Waitin to get yo' fifteen minutes on the phone (on the phone)
I see you when you touch down (touch down)
I see you when you come home, hold on (hold on)
To all of my fellas up in jail that's in there gettin swell
That ordered my music, bought my music through music-by-mail
We still out here doin it, we ridin Buick LeSabres
and puttin dubs on them bitches, they callin 'em scrapers
I'm tryin to keep it as real as I can man (can man)
You know I came in top ten on the SoundScan (on the
SoundScan)
I probably woulda came in bigger but them bootleggers
and that internet shit be fuckin off a nigga

[Chorus One]

[E-40]
I'm muh-uh, makin spread, life's a factor (life's a factor)
Tuna mayonnaise oysters needles and crackers (and crackers)
Liftin water bags and doin them calisthenics (calisthenics)
No more beef and pork, just chicken turkey fish and lettuce
I heard you're hella swoll and you cut your hair
They tell me that you're benchin almost 500 up in thayr (up in
thayr)
I see you when you touch down (touch down)
I see you when you come home, stay strong (stay strong)
I ain't Cristal'd out, I still be drinkin Cook's
Today I gave yo' momma some money to put it on yo' book (on yo'
book)
Oh and I forgot to tell you too
Congratulations on yo' newborn boy, he look just like you (just
like you)
The turf is still boomin, right now it's quiet and sober
(sober)
You wouldn't believe the niggaz that's rollin over (rollin
over)
I know that you're happy for me I'm doin my thang
Tomorrow I'ma shoot you some pictures cause they mean
everything

[Chorus One + Chorus Two]

[E-40]
Dedicated to all the incarcerated soldiers across America
(that's right)
E-Figgadel man got your back man like a masseuse trust that
(Like a chiropractor) In real life (in real life)
Y'all stay strong mayne (fo' shiggedy)
All my folks doin life (that's right) stay strong
(Stay strong baby keep your head up)
All my folks that'll be out with the hurry-up-ness (uh-huh)
Get out and get your life together baby it's naythun
(It's naythun pimpin it's naythun)
We gon' make it happen baby (that's real, f'real life,
fa-shiggadel)
Trust that (E-40 ain't forgot about you baby)
100 (100)

Walla walla walla bang bang (ehh-yeahhhh)
One me on the grand tree damn come from around kingsman (heh heh heh)
Walla walla walla bang bang walla dang dang dang (yea yea)
Walla walla walla bang bang what a dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh)

[E-40]
Its smoky up in here, so open up the vents
We heated up in here... the street instruments
My piranhas is hungry, we play for keep
We freakin this booch, we 60something deep
We licorice booch if you feel a frog its leap
Promiscuous booch sometimes we like to cheat
I'm spillin' my liquor, its all on my clothes
I'm Smellin like alcohol bout to follow my nose
I'm mad doggin and thuggin, buckin and grudging
We off of them pills, and we aint talking bout bufferin
(You flossin grills?) like they do down south
(100 dollar bills?) with furniture in they mouth
If you like it, I love it, when its dry as a drought
If you dig it, I dug it, be about your paper route
If its woofers and sub hits, clientele and clout
Party and clubbing, up in the building talking loud

[Chorus]
We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass)
We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)

[E-40]
(Yo) I'm having my yay-per, im feeling my scrill
I'm seeing my money mayne, im a hustler for real
Gotta get it while its good, aint no time to wait
Its dangerous in my hood, with plenty money to make
I'm drinking a beer, im smoking a swisher
I barely can steer, im full of this liquor
I handles my biz, im takin' my exit
Then parking this britch, the magazine street exit
I pull up my truck, im stopping my soul
Stop at the 7-11, talking shit on my phone
Hustler by nature (nature), buster by choice
I'm checkin' my pager, im checkin' my voice
Re-up and re-coppin', peddlin' and pushin'
More keys than a janitor, my nick-name is bookman
Bitches be lookin', old-folk be starin'
Patin' me down, searchin' the clothes that im wearin'

We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass)
We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)

[E-40]
(Yo) many fourteens, M-1 therapy
AR-15 pimpin' m16s without me
Wont be no slang in the gang, it'll be extinct
I've been bamboozled and hit with mayne
People hit with all kind of these identity thieves
Underrated and hated, on by all these squares in the industry
Man I'm a legend pimp, they call me EE four owe
XP boy used to push that blow
Gas, break, dip, stop, and go
Ride the strip, hit the sto'e
You know that I bought it, you know that I got it
Had to cop a bottle of the blue hypnotiq
Incredible Hulks, you know what I mean
Mix it with some bark and watch that shit turn green
Higher than an elephants eye, me and my guys
Off Rossi and hash, after that ass...

We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass)
We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)

Well allllright
Me a bad man, ruff by nature
You punkin' on me you goin' into danger
Me and the Don, ruff and down low ranger
Me thought me pot was comin' from Jamaica
No mess with stranger, no like imposta
Call me forecaster, we more like rasta
With the mix for ganja, I buy a lil cha cha
When they know inside, they blow sofa

We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass)
We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)

Walla walla walla bang bang walla dang dang dang (yea yea)
Walla walla walla bang bang what a dang dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh)

(feat. Bone Crusher, David Banner, Lil Jon)
[E-40]
When a motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean I mean
And a nigga be 70 deep
But if a nigga let his motherfuckin scrotum hang over his
shoulder
And come up and do a WALK-BY on your bitch-ass
It's nay-thun
Don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up!
(Anybody can get it!)
Hoe, niggaz, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do?
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!

[Bone Crusher]
Hoes, hoes, money, roll
Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do'
(BONE CRUSHER!) Bring the pain, to your skull
Y'all niggaz don't want a fight, all y'all want is a hug
Your bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug
Let's take it to the grass and we'll see what's up
Y'all knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin; I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin with me
Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky & Hutch
Motherfucker don't act like you can't get touched
Grindin niggaz bows up and we turn 'em to dust
As the crowd go ah-OOOOH-AHH cause you know you fucked up
They don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realest
Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers
This A-T-L nigga!

[Chorus]

[E-40]
I sit at the bar and tear up hundred dollar bills
My car, my Hummer got 26 inch rims
I'm a star on my side of the earth, I bleed the block
Promethazine, codeine, water and hubba rock
Million dollar dreams and fiends and things of that nature
Triple beams and things and T-Mobile paint ya
Told myself - I need to stop pushin hop
I need to stop pushin hop so I can buy a WingStop
My young hyenas be bustin guns, mashin and pistol packin
Smokin so much 'dro that our lungs feel like they collapsin
Trick I see you and yo' partners laughin
Jaw-jackin and scammin and plottin
Old soft-ass, medicated, cotton-ass nigga
You're out of line I told you once befo' it's dubya dot
Bust a Head dot com, on mine, hit the flo'!
And don't come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the Valle-jo
Still rappin like I'm po' - BEOTCH!

[Chorus]

[David Banner]
I'ma kill a motherfucker's ass if I have to
But is it worth it is the question that I ask you
To blast your punk-ass
And is you bleedin, only to give Satan a damn good
reason to play with me, look bitch I'm sayin
You don't listen 'less that tec-9 sprayin yo' ass
Glass breakin in your home boy, thinkin you fast
I never mash out, 'til the iron smack up yo' body
Then you pass out, I pray to God for peace
I done best to get my black ass out of these streets
But y'all don't listen 'less I'm cussin and bustin the shit
You keep beggin, and I'ma give it to ya you bitch!
In your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs
You want war, you will get it for Mr. Crawfordson
They call me really really doe, ain't no hoe in my blood
A couple slugs bitch you thugs'll give me a hug
Real gangster niggaz raise up
Y'all sticky ooh-wee niggaz blaze up
or get yo' ass sprayed up, bitch nigga!

[E-40]
And there you have it! (And there you have it)
Anybody can get it (anybody)
Don't act like you can't get touched, peeyimp!
Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher (that's right)
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz (yeahh!) David Banner
And E-40 Belafonte pimpskillet
Trust that, BOTCH! BEOTCH!!

[E-40]
Elite alloy candy coated custom paint
Verizon wireless phone
Jacob watch with interchangeable bands and five time zones
Tryin to holla at a redbone
Smokin on some cactus
Sippin on some super duper extra strength
A buck fifty a shot louie the thirteenth
Head hard as a rock stop by the barber shop
Shoot some craps in the back then hit the block
There go the elroys
They handcuffin my boys
They fittin to take 'em to the prestink
Couldn't say they ABC's backwards
So? Shoot I can't say my ABC's backwards when I'm sober
E-Figgady a different pedigree than most of these suckers up in this industry
be trying to copy me
Trend setta, game markin decta, vendetta, big chedda, soil block protectas

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk & Doonie]
Hey, hey-ey
Fuck rallies ride gold ones mang
Sick Wid It nigga what you claim?
My niggaz spit gasoline (x2)

[E-40]
Never low on gas
Never on an empty tank
High octane for the brain, puffin on some dank
Traffic backed up like a toilets do, bumper to bumper
Music on slap, sounding like a concert
Drink in my lap, finger on my thumper
Twist wig back, head crack
Flat line, alpine, deck
Rolla supplier, quiet as it's kept
I wanna retire but I can't, the game needs me
The game would be boring without E-Feezy
I wake up every morning to a shot of liquor
A shoebox full of herb and some grits and turkey sausage for my liver
Sellin units out the trunk of my car
And just think, I started with a pickle jar
From a sixteenth of yowder to a quarter kick of blow
To a whole thing of some of that YOU KNOW!

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk & Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies, ride gold ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you claim
My niggaz spit gasoline (x2)

[E-40]
Yo, yo yo
I'm close, I'm doing the most, I flamboast
I coast, take my foot off the brake
Then I casper the friendly ghost up the interstate
Gettin neck motion, deep throat
Honey bout to choke
I got brigadels to see, marbles to make
Drop the prices from state to state like the west nile virus
Prolly gammas miralicious
Big spit, game vicious
Man on the microphigadelian foshelian
It's nothin but the forty water
Always on, uh, some unreasonable
Can't fuck wit it if it ain't equinomically um, er, uh, ta, uh, feasible
Me and my weoples stay yaypered up
Got a "Just say no to drug" bumper sticker on my truck and an American flag
So I can camouflage my image
I'm smokin on some spinach
I need to play some tennis before I go to court
The water might be finished if he don't report

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk & Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies ride gold ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you claim
My niggaz spit gasoline (x4)

Gasoline! (x16)

(feat. Goapele)
[E-40]
Uhh...

[Chorus: Goapele]
What'chu wanna say, what'chu wanna do
Now that you're, comfortable, time to show and prove
Show and prove - on just how, you spend, your day
Show and prove

[E-40]
Uhh, "Heavens to Merkatroid!"
We go back like the video game Asteroids
You knew me when me and my boys was D-boys, runnin from the
Elroys
Flamboastin and sidin and slidin candy toys
I was doin my time
Name ringin like a, tambo-rine
You used to see me strikin down the boulevard
Wonderin what it take to get off in my car
Well I thought about it, and I sat back and told myself
And I said to myself, "Hold on playa she's a sharp-ass
broad!"
Sharp - cleaner than a can of Lysol
Raw, tightest thing I ever saw

[Chorus]

[E-40]
Uhh, you make my life complete; you got my back like a car
seat
You don't need no makeup ma, you look good when you sleep
You never threw in the towel when your boy was out of order
When I got popped with that yola, financial disorder
Marbles at a standstill, barely payin the light bill
But you stuck with a player, cause you f'real f'real
Without a motherfuckin question
Cause see me without you, is like salad without dressing
I recognize my blessings - you gotta understand
I can - look through muddy water, I can - see dry land
I can tell tall timber, from tiny brush
Promise to claim my child, if the rubber bust

[Goapele]
It's a beautiful thing when you, play right
and you find the same one besides
When you feel the same feeling that you felt so many years
ago
With you I'll spend the rest of my life
Don't ever forget just cause you die
Once you die we can never go away
I'll put in work, cause I know our love is worth it
That's how I wanna spend my days

[Goapele + E-40]
Cause your loving is ..truuuue
(The way I talk you know it's) ..truuuue
(The way I walk you know it's) ..truuuue
(Me and you we so) ..truuuue

[Chorus - 2X w/ ad libs]

(feat. Turf Talk)
[Hook: Turf Talk]
This goes out to the triple OG'z
Young homiez shootin dice on ya knees!
Out the window putcha chain in the breeze!
Stay aboutcha paper route stack cheese!

This goes out to the thick breezies!
Juicy Couture, paper, denim, and cloth jeans!
Dark Skin, red bone, ladies!
Stay aboutcha paper route stack cheese!

[Verse 1: E-40]
Drinkin aftershock! on the soil smokin a beedi
Fillin my wheaties in the trenches, lookin out for em
Po-Po-Heezies
Hoppin n hittin em fences livin the life of a hustla
watchin out these scandalous suckas
they dirty and cold them brothas totin and packin pistola
quarterbackin yola stockin and drivin a rova (rover)
Blackberry Motorola! (beep)
Livin lavish from peddlin that tragic magic
immune 2 the beef and static
and thumpers and automatics!
Droppin off packages, savages!
After tryin, and shinin and grindin, blinkin and blindin...
and F-f-flossin n flamboastin my DIAMONDS (blinggg!)
If she knew better, she'd do better
she didn't know no better!
told her to come up outta that cold!
and get up under some of this here sunny weather!
Pressure bust a pipe! Am I right? am I wrong?
Told her I'm rightin my wrongs!
Convinced her to give me dome.
I put my mack hand down then I put my best foot forward
Then I place my bid like a playa, pimp! Better know it!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: E-40]
Pull up to the club! (cluuubb) In front of the buildin!
Feelin like a million dollas! whaa!? (whUHH!?!) they ready n
willin
We some seven figure hittas, big triggas and dojas ferocious!
Some of these suckas be sellin wolf tickets! Don't think I don't
notice!
I got my designated ridas and souljas, weopalization & folkers
the coldest!
We slang good look from Minne-snow-ta, to South Da-Cola
pushin that yola, we puttin it down for the soil! Be perkin n
smokin that doja!
Rockin n rollin them boulders, duckin n dodgin the rollas
Major packers of paper? Bogus, we come from the shouldas.
Whatchu want? A poodle, sweetie? Or a big tycoon like
E-feezy!?
Some people hate e-feezy, cuz he be all up on T-V!
Lookin hella teezy! Wit a couple of playas and breezies!
Sippin some num-num juice! In the boxed up chevy capreezy!
That boy there livin proof! And go on to stay off the heezy!
Not used to wearin suits... just levis t-shirts n beanies!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: E-40]
Uh!

If you like it, I love it!
Subbin and subbin the dead away
When they hear my sub... rockford fosgate!
Speakers n tweeters penetrate through the hood like its
weight.
Disbelievers n suckas hate when I'm up in my peruvian flake!
Yola white scraper makes the haters be mad at u!
Me and my whistlin pipes! tinted windows, park avenue!
(oooohhh!! park avenue?) Restricted, pimpskillet!
Talk to me! I'll talk back! I know you feel this track!
Throw ya hands in the sky! real real high n say
"Feezy! Tell me somethin slick n sly!"
Let's get tipsy, stoned, keyed, and twisted!
Pissy, drunk, tweeted, splifted! Wooooow! (woww!)
Scared man can't win! look at all these broads! Look at all
these gorgeous women!
Look at all that junk in her trunk! Look at all that body
almighty!
Look at how she shakin her rump! Look at what she do off
bacardi!

[Hook - 2X]

f/ B-Legit, San Quinn, Messy Marv, E-A-Ski, Keak Da Sneak

*phone rings*

Machine – “Hello.”
Rick Rock – “Rick Rock.”
Machine – “Has a message for…”
Rick Rock – The Bay Area
Machine – “To accept the message press 1”
*sound of button pushed*

[E-40]
Ugh, ugh
We flow for about five years ago
When we lost a down
But I had fifth of the game
But I knew that one day
That sooner or later it got to come back around
E-40 Water held his ground
Kept my foot in the fast lane
Flew uppidy on mesmerized
Cuz I snuck up in up out the game
You makin' a 40 Water cd
And get you penalized [penalized]
I promise you that you get your face kicked man [face kicked man]
Astonishing, you never know who know who beat you black and blue
Demolish you
Have you lookin' just like the bottom of my shoe
The game, the game feeds off us [feeds off us]
The industry and all the slangin' speeches' [speeches']
So we had to do what we like [do what we like]
Unite; come together like a fist to a mic

[B-Legit]
I'm from the block where they raise you up
Tuck glocks shot's blaze you up
Big shot niggas fade you up
I'm in the cut where they fade you up
5-0-9, you can page me but
I'm a hustla
Bust you wit the Mac
Never trust you wit the sack
In fact, when you ready get feddy out the Lac
I'll block patrol
Dead presidents and pesos
Stack money and I chase hoes
I give ‘em blues, tattoo's on who to choose
Quitters never win and I don't plan to lose
I check shoes, rich watch, and pocket books
Been a crook
Califoolya made ya look

Chorus: [E-40] x2
The land of the hustlas and slick choppas
Ambulance gurneys and helicopters
Gangstas and playas and street ballas
Game spittas like 40 the colla popper

[San Quinn]
Hey boy, I'm a Bay Boy
And I rep every block that I'm on
Every city I roam
From the state that is golden
State where the youngstas keep holdin'
Feds and the narcs be patrollin'
Northern California, come and take a look [come and take a look]
Crankin' off the hook [crankin' off the hook]
Everybody's crooks [everybody's crooks]
They be bringin' you robberies
You can come mob wit me
We can be violent we broke
Plus we smoke
Blow on the best of dro
It's Frisco
Now who's the next to go?
The calico would make a playa hater rest fo' sho
Califoolya, San Quinn reppin' the Moe

[Messy Marv]
Yeah I run up in a party mane and rep my district [and rep my district]
And run up on yo boy like “Nigga what is it?”
I sell each zones [uh huh]
They sell like stones [uh huh]
Frisco, California we stay off them phones [ha-ha]
And I'll show you some thangs
Draw down, pull out the pilly son
And show you the rain
Show you poor hustla niggas the game
Like turnin' one into two
It'll cost you more if I'm squattin' ‘em through
West Coast nigga! [West Coast nigga!]
I'm just lettin' you know
The home of Scalen, Sic Wid It, and Death Row [whoo!]
You still get that blow
And that doe
And wear them watches wit the tic-tac-toe [what!?]

[Chorus] x2

[E-A-Ski]
Yea
This nice guy role's been a God damn cover up [ugh]
We ride on yo block wit the Mac
Hit a nigga up [huh]
God damn it! It's Northern Califoolya [right]
This Mac gon' do ya [ugh]
I swear it's gon' do ya [yea]
The thought's all wrong when it comes to this north side [north side]
I ain't lettin' mutha fuckin' shit slide [naw]
Gangsta, hustlas, pimps, dope dealers [ugh]
Tec's, glock's, A-R's are real nigga
We shoot through your chest [ugh]
Cardiac arrest
Now you floatin through the sky
May God Bless
Who am I? Mr. Ski, apply pressure
The 40 Water call mi “SKI” [hey]
The most aggressive

[Keak Da Sneak]
I was raised up where we say “blood” and “cuz”
Gang bang, slang cane
Breed killas and thugs
I gave up sports, and started sellin' drugs
Use to be a car thief
But now I spendin' love to bars
I'm a star; I was born one [born one]
My jersey is throw back
But never toss my gun
The task force hit the dock
My moms got stopped, ironic
And rep East O
But not from New York son
I get money like Suge, Master P, and Russell
And build up my franchise cuz since the money is muscle
I fuck wit the switch in the front before
And everybody says “fo' sheezy”
But where my credit go?

[Chorus] x2

-=talking=-
[James “Stomp Down” Bailey]
Northern Califoolya game
We've all been properly introduced
To uphold this yay mane
Cuz if we don't check it from the womb
We gon' check it from the balloon
Still serve in mind
I'm pushin' the number one tea spoon
Northern Califoolya playin'
Mac's, pimp's, and ho slayers
Were made sharper than the Gillette blue blade straight out the pack
Cuz Northern Califoolya's the snake
To start the strike
Clear folks and judges up have plenty of this light
So don't get caught up goin' to the spoon by noon
Ya dig?
Because you'll be missin' that coochie
Cuz you be on yo way to the bitter hoochie
[echoes out]

[E-40]
Uhh... that's a good look for you

[Chorus]
(That's a good look for me!) I'm on another level
Rose gold Roley with the yellow diamond bezel mayne
(That's a good look for you!) Are you referrin
to the ESV Escalade with the chrome spinnin shoes?
(That's a good look for me!) Look at the way I'm movin
I'm flippin hella units, nigga this is mob music
(That's a good look for you!) Got up out the game
Still spittin major slang, holla at'cho potnah mayne!

[E-40]
Uhh, see the crib, see the car, see the fast life
See the pigs, see the medallion on my chest right
This ain't theatrical pimpin mayne this is real life
I spit the scriptures with vision mayne real pimpish like
You like to slap this in yo' truck cause it's real right
Hit 'em hard, never bend like a steel pipe
Blow them P's to smithereens when I strike the light
Shockin all exp-luh-explosive on the mic (explosive on the
mic)
What a MIT mean, merkin off that bay-oh-bee-6
Off 7 cups, drinkin Incredible Hulks
You can tell by the lingo and the way that a player walk
There's somethin about him it's the way that that player
talks
Whoa - watch the game unfold it's so cold (it's so cold)
Colder than a six-pack of soda with froze flows (with froze
flows)
Bright idea with the wrong gang with lowest goals
is like tryin to get on yo' feet with no toes

[Chorus]

[E-40]
That's a good look for me! Born and brought up on the turf
Played the game for what it's worth 'til they take me in a
hearse
I'm tryin to eat! I'm a turf hog
Vet in the game I had, music on the shelf
For at least a high 16, me and my car and my cabinet
And everybody on my team stackin green
Now that's a good look for us! Gotta know who to trust
In game we trust, keep it on the low mayne
Live one rule no names discussed
Real hogs makin noise in the game is us
And it's not a good look for you to hate on us
I got a clique, that got a few thangs that click
I'm tryin to make this presidential greenish flip
Cause it's a good look for me to stack my chips
And I'm chillin, I'm tryin to feed all my chil'ren
So I can get both of my lil' niggaz at least a million

[Chorus]

[E-40]
[coughing] Back woods!
Tobacco paper and turtle and Canadian herbal
Me and my people and my weeple gathered up in a circle
Jokin and laughin and smilin, all in the parking lot whylin
(That's a good look for me!) Flowmaster pipes
Look at the stripes on the hood, look at the wood on my dash
Look how I punch on the gas, look at the way that I'm mashin
and dashin dippin and glidin slippin and slidin
Bouncin and skatin and figure-eightin and drivin
And all out the window campaignin drinkin and sidin
(That's a good look for you!) All the ladies like me
They Dig-Dug me, they love me, they kiss and hug me
Suckers be hatin and plottin, schemin to mug me
Wishin and hopin and dreamin that they can fuck with me
(That's not a good look for y'all!) Not at all mayne
1300th block, Hillside magazine!

[Chorus - 2X]

E-40]
(Yeahhhh!) Uh!
(Yeahhhh!) Uhh..
(Yeahhhh!) I like that.. yo
(Yeahhhh!) Yo, yo

I never let my right ear know what my left ear done heard
My favorite beer right now is 211 Steel Reserve
If I had a choice to be an animal I'd be a bird
If I had a choice to be a plant, I'd be a herb
If I was in the jungle I'll be nothin humble
Beat a anaconda down and give a lion a muzzle
I'll open up shop under a straw hut
Instead of sellin bananas, I'd sell coconuts
For twenty bucks a pop, I can't stop
They'll be goin like hotcakes, man like IHOP (IHOP)
I make an antenna out of a wishbone
And start my own cable service like I'm at home
Talkin on my cellular phone, watchin the Flintstones
Me and my stable full of broads, me and my Amazons
On house arrest for soliciting, selling sex
And distributing crevices, centerfolds who sex

[Chorus - repeat 2X (E-40)]
If if was a fifth, I'd be diggin in your girl
Instead of lookin at her (instead of lookin at her)
And if we get hyphy when we want to (when we want to)
Then you bust at everything that we run through (that we run
through)
(IF IF WAS A 5TH!)

[E-40]
If if was a fifth, we'll all be drunk
And if this ain't the bump, then what? Skippy's a punk
My folks in the pen be playin punk
My weeple down South in the sticks be sayin crunk
My dudes on the soil be pushin fins
But if you're tardy you probably won't even know what that is
Uhh.. I'm lookin at the ladies
I'm thinkin if she was a car, she would be a Mercedes
I'm thinkin if she was Pat Benatar I could take her back to the
80's
"Hit Me with Your Best Shot," girl I'm off this Bailey's
Me and you baby, one on one, let's have some fun
Me and you baby, one on one, take off yo' thong
The party's just begun and it's a quarter to one
The super dooper turtle tortoise hurtin my lungs
Tattoo on her titty with a ring in her tongue
She off the Seagram's, the Joseph E. Seagram sons

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Put a fire out now they're suckin me soft
And now they're all on the table drunk peelin it off
Me and Feezy double-fisted the Cali way
Got 'em comin out they clothes in a nasty way
If if was a fifth, she'll be thinkin 'bout you instead of me
(Instead of me) Spendin her money on you instead of me
(Instead of me) Wastin her time on you instead of me
(Instead of me... if if was a fifth)

[E-40]
I'll be on cloud 12, smokin an L
In my burgundy brandy candy convertible dan Deville
In Amsterdam yes I am on a good one
Lookin for some good ol' fashioned turtle
Me and my fellas be on a good one
You're liable to find me up in Alaska shootin dice
Out there hustlin, grittin and grindin, sellin ice
Or pimpin a breezy up out her pants
Sippin imported Louis from Cognac, France

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

[E-40]
VAN-GLORIOUS! (Vanglorious, fo'-shiggedy)
This is protected, by the PEEIMPS
(And who else, who-who else are they protectin?)
The PLAYERS (and and and somebody else right?)
And the hustlers (the hustlers that's right)
With a ki (WITH A KI)
Not a car key (but what?)
BUT A KI (oh a ki, a brick) SISSY (SISSSSSYYYYYYYYYYYYYAHHH!)
Oooh, oooh - BOTCH!

f/ The Mossie, Mo Mo

[Chorus 2x] Mo Mo/ the Mossie:
Twenty Three's on my truck (Wa La)
With the Louie in the cup (Wa La)
We doin' baller shit boy (Wa La) (baller Shit boy)
Candy paint on them toys

[E-40]
Out the gate roll a seven on the dice (Wa La)
Spend a Half' a hundred thousand on some ICE (Wa La)
H2, without lookin at da price (Wa La)
Chrome Shoes 24's, Nathan nice. (Wa La)
Big Boob's in her ? (Wa La)
Almost White, The kind I like (Wa La)
Latest Pipe (Wa La)
Like a Plumber,(Wa La) in the summer(Wa La)
Beat 'em up, Just like a Drummer

[The Mossie]
I Just Gripped it (Wa La)
Bricks' Flippin (Wa La)
Fiend's Twitchin'(Wa La)
Out the Kitchen (Wa La)

This Song's On (Wa La)
She got a Thong (Wa La)
I Got Tree's(Wa La), LRP's (Wa La)
Seven 11,(Wa La) Just Bought A Chevy (Wa La)
On them grown men(Wa La), My Voulbs Spin(Wa La)
Gotcha girl wit me,(Wa La) you know I rolled a 50(Wa La)
All da Baller's if your loots getting taller, then Holla out (Wa La)

[Chorus 2x] Mo Mo/ the Mossie
Twenty Three's on my truck (Wa La)
With the Louie in the cup (Wa La)
We doin' baller shit boy (Wa La) (baller shit boy Wa La)
Candy paint on them toys (Wa La) (Wa La)

[Mo Mo]
I love to ride Cadillac (Wa La)
Buy my Black, Candy Paint Triple Black (Wa La)
Drunk on saph like a Pimp to a Ho (Wa La)
Hangin out the Sunroof me and The Moss (Wa La)
We Flamboastin' (Wa La) Lieutenant Roastin'(Wa La)
Game Infested (Wa La) 3x Vested (Wa La) Cream Dipper (Wa La)
Louie Sippa (Wa La) Bread winner (Wa La) That's why I Pimp her (Wa La)

[The Mossie]
Fifteen's in the trunk, Wa La
With the 20 Grain Slugs in the Pump, Wa La
I'm heavy on the grind So I'm always thuggin
cause you can catch me in that drop thang sideways muggin'
Or maybe at the corner store doin' some hustilin
Or Stridin' out your girl Girl Grit Fresh Unpluggin'
She love to pimp me,(Wa La) Plus to lick me, (Wa La)
That's why she Keep me,(Wa La) after the Sticky(Wa La)

[Chorus 2x]Mo Mo/ the Mossie:
Twenty Three's on the truck (Wa La)
With the Louie in the cup (Wa La)
We doin' baller shit boy (Wa La) (Baller Shit boy)
Candy paint on them toys(Wa La)

[E-40]
Ghetto Superstar (Wa La)
Hanging out the window of my car (Wa La)
Air Traveler (Wa La) Iceman watch (Wa La)
Popo think I'm sellin' rocks (Wa La)
Glass Blocks (Wa La)
Big Ho's (Wa La)
Cell Phones (Wa La)
Slappin' Voulbs (Wa La)
In the Traffic (Wa La) Causin Havoc (Wa La)
Like a Magnet (Wa La) I'm Attracted (Wa La)
The da Ave (Wa La) Livin Lav' (Wa La)
Cadillac (Wa La) Pant's Sag (Wa La)
Like Alan Iverson (Wa La)
They Admire me (Wa La)
Like a Fireman (Wa La)
Get in retirement (Wa La)

[Chorus 2x] Mo Mo/ the Mossie
Twenty Three's on my truck (Wa La)
With the Louie in the cup (Wa La)
We doin' baller shit boy (Wa La) (baller shit boy)
Candy on them toys (Wa La)

[E-40]
Ugh, I heated up like an electric blanket [electric blanket]
I'm drunk as fuck
And I'm wounded and my breath stankin' [breath stankin']
I ain't gettin' this twisted
Holdin' on like a hubcap in the fast lane, in the car pool lane
Puffin' on some maryjane
Me and a couple of my commrads man
We some fools like dat
We live for dis
Ghetto, Gutter, and Gangsta shit like Mack Dime
I'm one vigorous sons of a bitch mayne I'm bout mine
Y'all know what I'll be doin' if I didn't know how to rhyme
Y'all know that the Water would still be out there on the grind
Shovlin', hustlin'
Livin' the dark side life of crime [life of crime]
Money and musclin'
Never workin' a 9 to 5 [9 to 5]
Rubber bullets and tear gas here come the task [task]
Lookin' for yayo in my coffee table harass [harass]
Me and my family on our naval layin' in the grass [grass]
Diggin' and chokin' from the pepper spray that they blast [That they blaaast]
They burnin' theyself out
They runnin' outta things to say
So they rely on WHO! E-40 Belafonte
The innovator, the king of the yay
The money motivator bustin' like a Chinese AK
Game poker rhyme sayer
The alpha and omega of the...RAP GAME
Playa from the hill Vallejo
My dictionary book of slang done finally came
Brought to you by Murder Dog Magazine, Magazine?
Magazine like my street
15 years in the game and I still ain't reach my peak
Be on the look out for the History channel me and $hort
Slidin', dippin' in my super sport
Glidin', tryin' to stay afloat like the love boat
Ridin' away, misbehave
Hit the turtle, blow some smoke man
Oh shoot I'm gone
I'm poked out
I'm twisted, stoned
I'm ugh
Talkin' bout the Pharmaceutical's biaaatch [The Pharmaceutical's]
Stovetop Productions, heavy on the grind intergamin' [intergamin']
Droopy on the beat
4-0, buy some
Wit the hurry up biaaatch
The Pharmaceutical's [The Pharmaceutical's?]
Yeah pimp, The Pharmaceutical's [Who is The Pharmaceutical's?]
Pimpin', that's my production team mayne
I thought you thought
On the planet earth nigga
Don't get it twited
Biaaatch!!

f/ Clipse

[Intro]
[Malice] E-40 and the Clipse, yeah
[E-40] {*cut and scratch "The Quarterback"*}

[Verse 1 - Malice]
Tell the cops don't read into it, them days of slangin
Yay been finished, them days have been done ended
So far gone them days that I'm offended
Snitches can't speak my name till they get winded
Can't you tell there's been a switch made?
Now fellas decide, that they wanna run and tell like in the 5th grade
But I'm too gone, young'n be clear
Even when you see me, I am not really there
And I ain't play fair, wit my eye on the enemy
Huggin the block just me and my mini-me
Did it and lived it, grinded here
Cops feelin where my crotch at, find it yeah
Not only was I in the game I was gifted in it
Served food to the fiends and we called them dinners
Put the raw wit the fakeout, mixed it in it
Can't explain it, cats hustle guess it just was in us, Malicious

[Chorus - E-40]
If you got the turn cracking and ya money's stackin'
Ya, quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
Leader of the squad and you're the team captain
Ya, quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
Got a little change and you're driving a Range
Ya, quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
If you're sound system bangs and you're pushin them thangs
Ya, quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

[Verse 2 - E-40]
Might not know what I'm talking about, if you ain't never lived it
I see you'd a done it, see fiends vomit
Green stuff I had to clean it up wit Comet
Mean stuff, so many deaths my streets is haunted
Believe us, you shoulda seen us
Like Wild E. Coyote make super genius
Gets a lots like Serena and Venus
I only had a couple jobs in my life
But not too many thought I was grown
Who woulda thought I'd sell my scale for a microphone
And be rapping about it up in this song, sliding on some chrome
Uh, this long money I earn, I'm bald-headed
But I used to have a Lord Jesus perm (Lord Jesus perm)
When my name was Earl, before the rap game
Running from Secret Squirrel, I had my own thang
I was raised by wolves, hyenas and barracudas, gorillas and bulls, uh

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Pusha T]
I play the field like Vick, from endzone to endzone
Serve that ish like snow cones in the hood
And trench in the gutter, I was lost to the good
Cause I make gat stutta, like an O.G. should
Mama's lookin', so mistooken
Night's in the kitchen, thought I never finish cookin'
Way before, paid for this here that I'm mouthin'
Nineteen years young, upward of eighty-thousand
Trust me young'n, Pusha was never browsin' for nothing
Section 8, housing; I'm stomping through like King Kong
Claiming his home his jungle
Mumblers beware the hood hate singers
I connect block to corner like Jenga
Fall never, you seen em
Posting in ya hood, leaning fiends like the Tower of Piza
Damn he's good

[Chorus x2]

[Outro - E-40]
Uh! Now of course ya know I ain't talking about sports
(The Quarterback) I'm talking bout runnin' some shit
I'm taking about orchestrating and illustrating
And glorifying yo paper route
Getting out there hustling, grittin and grindin
Doing yo thug thizzle, magigledale
Quarterbackin man, hustlin' mayne
Trust that manye, yeah in real life mayne
Some call it pitchin', some call it grindin'
We call it quarterbackin'
Yeah and I ain't talking about sports
Trust that, oooh-ah
{*cut and scratch "The Quarterback"*} - [Til fade]