E-40 Album

[No lyrics]

[E-40]
You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'?
(Aight) Let's go
Uhh, a little more volume pimp YEAH, okay
Just tell me when.. yeah
It's mobbin - this shit sinister
Straight sinister mob
Rick Rock you did this? (Yeah!)

[Verse One]
I don't spit metaphors (metaphors) I spit L-R-P's
on these dark murky bloody streets of Vallejo, where I get my cheese
Never mind the trauma playa, you don't wanna be wearin a helmet
I'm not divin back in the cocoa plant game Mr. Johnny Law I'm celibate
Rebellion, slightly throwed off, but hella smart (smart)
Got the mouthpiece of a pimp (and what?)
And a perm like Reverand Sharp' (Sharp')
Now tell me if I'm wrong (wrong)
if I open up my, own barbershop, and get me a small business loan
Gotta lay it down for a minute (whatcha gon' do?) Do what you do
If you in the jail, don't let the jail get in you
And the C-H-P's think they slick, trick
They got a new device out there for high-speedin called the spice drips
See potnah dude right there (uh-huh) he talk more shit than my batch
but he's a coward (coward) and plus a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch
He's a wussy (wussy) if I didn't know better, seriously
Pimpin, you'd think he got a pussy (got a pussy)

[Chorus: E-40]
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal

[Verse Two]
Oooh, he was listenin to my tape (to my tape)
He was on his way home last night
out of bounds and they got him at the plate (at the plate)
Soon as he put his foot on the porch, they to' his ass up
(What he had comin?) He had it comin (oh boy)
Now keep in mind (mind)
this nigga done been shot (how many times?) Fo' or five times
This nigga done been shot, three times befo' this time
(For what?) For lyin, and havin numerous conversations with the law
(For what?) For spyin and havin diarrhea of the jaw (of the jaw)
I don't get along with undercover
Like Republican and Democrat, we don't cut for each other
I think it's hella WRONG when us brothers
rat each other out, and roll on one another
Oooh, dis rap is just like the coke game
(Illegal dope, but it's cutthroat)
Dis coke game is just like the rap game
(With saditty, plastic ass folk)

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Oooh, like a tittie I used to buy my gal the songs
to send my breezy up in Albertson's
just to make grocery just to play it off
Why (why?) Because.. I figure if I did it it'll be too obvious
But whaddayou mean too obvious? Sheist
Arm & Hammer baking soda in gumbo pots white napkin wipin
Oh I see - that makes a lot of sense
Pimpin you kinda smart huh? Ain't never had to hit a fence
You got boys? (Boys?) Do I, strength
What did you start off with? A sixteenth, a pinch
You sittin fat (fat) I know that for a fact
Don't let these glasses fool, see I just look like that
Be the first one to pop a cap, first one to put one through ya
Don't think just cause I rap, that I won't take it to ya
I don't think you squares understand
You ain't fuckin wit a boy (who you fuckin wit?)
You fuckin wit a man

[Chorus]

[E-40]
That's big spittin, oh boy, fo' sho'
Motherfuckers ain't stickin to the script no mo'
(Nah they ain't stickin to the script)
You know that's why when you find a real cat
(What you supposed to do?) Find a real tycoon on your team?
(Uh-huh) You gon' cherish that pimpin-ass nigga mayn y'know?
(Fo' sho') Cause they hard to come by mayn, just like a bitch mayn
Just like bitches are hard to come by, the good ones?
Niggaz is hard to come by; real niggaz y'know?
That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some real shit, dig that
Oh boy! Uhh.. (Not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin)
(Yeah we fly straight around this motherfucker)
(We pimps in this bitch, we stay spittin these L-R-P's, oh boy!)
(Dig that, that's why we MOBB like this, dig this nigga, beotch!!)

f/ Suga-T

[E-40]
Ahhh..
UHH, yeah, uhh! (UHH, yeah, yeah)
(Click Click, Click Click Click) Yeah, Click shit
Oh boy (oh boy) Suga (oh boy)

Chorus: E-40, Suga T (repeat 4X)

[E] Want me to tie yo' shoes? [S] Yeah (YEAHHH)
[E] Want me to lace you? [S] Lace me (lace me up!)

[E] Suga, I'm a man and believe me, most men is faulty
They only out for one thang and that's to get between them drawers
[S] Now dere you go with that dry drama Captain
I know you mobbin, but why you tryin to stop my action?
[E] Tear that off! You better get somewhere with that, you trippin
[S] You know how long we been long range pimpin
[E] I'm sayin, have a little class
[S] I'm 'posed to break his ass right, right?
[E] Den give up the ass!
[S] Okay, let's go hit the pot
Watch 'em serve a knot and get two hundred off that cot
[E] That's trill; crack him for his change
Get off in his narrow mind, exercise yo' game
[S] Like that? (Oh boy) So quick
They call me Suga Break-A-Trick
[E] You mean like Sherrie Stack-A-Grip?
[S] Yeah; ain't nuttin to it
Us females ball too - somebody gotta do it!

Chorus

[E] I got, three switchin beotches, Christine Irene and Dorene
Cleanin and clurvin, Listerine and chlorine
[S] I got, trick willies, kickin me down allowance
Buyin me clothes, that they can't even pronounce
[E] I got, game - off the backboard
[S] I got, materialistic shit most females can't afford
[E] How bout - fame, money, cars
and (they love the way us "Rappers Ball")
[S] But let me put you up on these schemes females practice
Screw you real good and steal the money underneath the mattress
You got to be an actress, it's conniving and cunning
We fake orgasms, and make 'em think we cuming
[E] Okay; dem some cool clues
I ain't gon' lie, you laced my tennis shoes
I'ma go back and tell all my dudes
Y'alls playin football with basketball rules
[S] Jewels - our niggaz, we make 'em
buy engagement rings and give ultimatums
[E] But see Suga you ain't dealin with no square ass figure
They call me Earl; I can show 'em the newest way
to play the oldest game in the world
I ain't never been one to be suckin up to no chick
My grandaddy told me to whip the pussy,
don't let the pussy be the whip

Chorus

[S] I tried to told you about a batch (what they did?)
Hit yo' windows out with a bat and put yo' tires on the flat
Now we can be some skanless sneaky sly hoes
Burnin indo even though to' up from the flo'
[E] I smell you cause I be hustlin, tryin to make some mail
But my broad keep tryin to send me back to jail
[S] She caught you fuckin?
[E] Yeah, now she holdin grudges
Took her keys and scratched up my Cutlass
You gotta watch us slick talkin bay area niggaz off that gin
We'll fuck around and get drunk and run up in yo' best friend
[S] We pop bra straps
[E] We pop collars
[S] We bout that scrilla scratch
[E] We bout them dollars
[S] It ain't gon' be no, "Fuck Faces," no dick tasters
without them big faces (what I do?) He already tied my shoelaces

Chorus

[E-40]
It is so enthusiastic to hear my mouthpiece as I spoke upon the game
I promise you pimpin I am so open to the public about these LRP's
Come on down, to my soil right?
And I can lace the tardy people up, I'm havin a tutorin class right?
And if you need to be tutored man,
come on down to Shoestrings'n'Things they'll lace you up real good
You underdig? The Pop Ya Collar Network
Up under the Bosses Will Be Bosses umbrella
And I promise you, my mouthpiece is so devestatin
and it can not be paralyzed man because I promise you
It ain't nothin but straight G-A-M-E comin up outta here pimpin
Oh boy, oh boy!

f/ Eightball, Jazze Pha

Say playboy, whatchu know about Jazze Pha,
big E-Feezy 40 Fonzarelli from the Bay, and big 'Ball?
PLEASE BELIEVE IT!

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Niggaz must be blind..
Or that hoe must got yo' mind..
You niggaz must be blind..
Or that hoe must got yo' mind.. your mind

[E-40]
She was lookin kinda classy in the back of the club
Baby kept eyein me, lovin the stud
Teasin and tryin me while I'm sittin there stuff(?)
Quiet like jockin me, all on my nuts
Til my focus got sloppy, spillin this cup
Went way up out of his mind and started touchin her butt
That's premature mackin nigga you're fuckin off my action
Nigga you Captain Save-a-Hoe (bitch) action packed nigga

[Jazze Pha]
You was young and foolish (young and foolish)
Didn't know what you was doin (what you was doin)
Didn't really know she was a hoe.. ohh noo (a hoe!)
She had a pretty face (pretty face)
Drove you wild (drove you wild)
I bet you want that hoe to have your child (yo' child)

[Eightball]
Yeah, uh-huh
I don't respect no dick-suckin freak in the pack
Most niggaz claim pimpin but that shit be a act
I ain't got nothin for you hoe
You ain't got to spend the night, you can get your shit and go
I'm not no sugar daddy hoe one-stop
Top notch hoes even got to have they own knot
I seen niggaz get caught up, right quick
I seen hoes capitalize, and hit licks
I wonder what the fuck be wrong with these tricks
So me and 40 singin this song for these tricks
You know them niggaz who call them hoes all day
At the hoe job all in the hoe face
As soon as the hoe tip off and get tipsy
She got dick on her lips, up in the Embassy
And be home befo' fo', snuggled up witcha
Wake up and pretend to make love witcha

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Niggaz must be blind.. you niggaz must be blind
Or that hoe must got yo' mind.. you can't see what I can see
You niggaz must be blind.. niggaz must be blind
Or that hoe must got yo' mind.. your mind, your mind

[E-40]
Oooh! I told you she was skanless (skanless)
I didn't know you was a rest-havin pimpin
I thought you was a polygamist (polygamist)
A polygamist, yeah mayn, ??
A polygamist means havin, forty-one broads
I'ma tell you what's real pimpin, I'ma tell you straight up true
I'ma keep it real withchu pumpin, I promise you I got you
She was off in the vocal booth, talkin about I'll do you wrong
Some of that genocide and juice, then the thing about the thong
Fantasizin about sex in groups, nothin small
She like niggaz that like to shop at the, big and tall

[Jazze Pha]
You was young and foolish (young and foolish)
Didn't know what you was doin (what you was doin)
Didn't really know she was a hoe.. ohh noo (a hoe!)
She had a pretty face (pretty face)
Drove you wild (drove you wild)
I bet you want that hoe to have your child

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Niggaz must be blind.. niggaz must be blind
Or that hoe must got yo' mind.. that hoe must go yo' mind
You niggaz must be blind.. you niggaz must be blind
Or that hoe must got yo' mind.. your mind, your mind

Yeahhhh! (Pretty face) Hooooo! (Drove you wild)
E-Feezy, Fonzarelli, yeah, please believe me
Eightball, Jazze Pha

[E-40]
See, I promise you nigga you gotta ay
This a fool, cause these niggaz out here man
they be rest havin these hoes man (rest havin)
And the bitch got, a hundred thousand miles on 'em man
(So many) I call them hoes Southwest hoes mayn
Ya underdig because, for the simple fact that (ya underdig it?)
These bitches mayn, they make like airline stewardess y'knahmean?
(Please believe it) They travel a lot
Man they pussies travel a lot mayn
I mean these bitches is goin DIAMOND mayn (tell 'em Feezy)
Like Britney Spears and them mayn
I'm talkin bout ten million copies mayn
I'm talkin bout ten million dicks they done been through
Ya underdig? Oh boy! I shit you not man
You need to better stop
tryin to just really just love these bitches man (oh boy)
Too tough like (oh boy), when ya know that the bitch got nut stains
all up in her crevice stain, nigga what? Oooh!

[Jazze Pha]
?? gets your bitch
Get that trick off my dick
Don't you ever hate on these pimps
Let these macks hit a lick, macks hit a lick, yeahhhahhahahayyyy
Please believe it, please believe it!!

f/ Nate Dogg

[Nate Dogg]
I don't know if you don't, but I know
Whenever the wind blows
I be chasin all of my cheese
Think I'm lyin? Silly ne-gro please
My niggaz is out to get rich
Better watch out man, cause they sick
Somebody better get this dick
I'm about to get Sic'Wid dis shit
Although them niggaz is tight as tight as me they never will be
So what some niggaz is famous man some niggaz is out for they G's
Some niggaz is lovin hookers man some niggaz send hoes to they knees
Some niggaz will rescue a bitch
some skanless niggaz'll let the hoe bleed

[Chorus 2X: Nate Dogg]
If you gon' ride nigga go'n ride (zzzzoom)
If you gon' hide nigga go'n hide (witcho' bitch-ass)
If you gon' shoot nigga go'n shoot (doo doo doo doo doo doo)
If you gon' spook nigga go'n spook

[E-40]
The cherries, sirens, got me layin, po-po penelopes make
noises, throughout the night, bring the yellow tape
They so, lost, bodies bagged up
Streets, blocked off, victims AIRlifted up
Lieutenants, bosses, block monsters, kingpins
Funkin, beefin, killin they best friends
And to prevent bloodshed we used to try to reason
But right now it's a drought, and ain't nobody eatin
So therefo' (therefo') there the problem right there
Ain't no jobs provided, so I'ma blame the mayor
Sinister mob, throughout the town
Y'all grew up on this shit, y'all love the sound
Y'all threw up on the shit, all on the tar
Got you twisted with the shit, dang near wreck yo' momma's car
Dirty needles, welfare checks
Poverty, despair, housin projects

[Chorus]

[E-40]
Smeb with me, and Nate Dogg
M.D. 20/20 see that them breathin alcohol
Took a 40 to the head with me
Eightball, let your anger out, throw it up against the wall
{*glass breaks*} I dropped a C-note, didn't miss it
A little skank from the other side picked it up and kisses it like
{*smooch*} Good luck, you deserve it and you makin it
Even though, my boyfriend n them be hatin it
I'm a top hat, them cats is mouses
I sport ice, cost mo' than niggaz houses
I'm nothing close to bein fake
I tried to tell them tricks a long time ago to get in this rap game
but it's too late
I'm on my way to my (where) studio session
Switchin ears, tryin to get a better reception
Changin gears, super size
Poppin wheelies in my, brand new ride

[Chorus]

[E-40]
Glow in the dark night vision, solar ray tinted glass
Power heated side through mirrors, ?? back airbags
Off the new with the stump
My Cadillac DTS Deville 32 valve ain't no punk
Get up outta here some ol' jacklin and square
hollered adjitudes and ate the gravel
I said I ain't no mark-ass any ol' rapper
Potnah I was built for battlin
And about all that ol' jaw-jackin you doin potnah I ain't playin
You get your head put on flat, think it's a game
I got choppers done fucked with jelly jaws
Screwed a few, bitches in my car
A temper problem, I can't hide
Issues, violence, problems deep inside

[Nate Dogg]
Although them niggaz is tight as tight as me they never will be
So what some niggaz is famous man some niggaz is out for they G's
Some niggaz is lovin hookers man some niggaz send hoes to they knees
Some niggaz will rescue a bitch
some skanless niggaz'll let the hoe bleed

[Chorus] - 1.5X

f/ The Click, Mack 10

Straight nigga shit, nigga shit

[Mack 10]
I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party
Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi
Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til death do us
Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us
For me to bust a Bay bitch she gotta be the thickest
I dig them Bay niggaz cause they Sic'Wid'It and Click-ish
Like that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond
Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin

[B-Legit]
I'm a Bay nigga, all in L.A. nigga
No matter what you say nigga, long as you pay nigga
I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' shit
A steel toe mack down to break yo' bitch
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
to get DVD's and big screen TV's
Wanna be like me? I run from vice
Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice
Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice
I know it ain't nice but nigga that's life
Black black on the scratch, no tradin back
2000 'llac, can you fuck with that?
Me, Mack, 40, Shot and Bosko
All strapped down with the roscoes

[Chorus: E-40, B-Legit]
[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit
[E] Click shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit
[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit
[E] Sick shit, big nigga shit [B] Big nigga shit
[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit
[E] Click shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit
[E] We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit
[E] Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit [B] Hard liquor beatch!

[D-Shot]
Here I come.. steppin out the Vader
They call me D-Shot and I'm about my paper
Been in this game since eighty-six
One of the first bosses to hit the independent lick
Y'all know my dawgs is the C-L-I-C-K
Them true boss ballers that done paved the way
I throw my Roley up in the air
It cost me 25 K, do you think I care?
I rolls bodies, as thick as you can get 'em
You know them 600's with the V-12 emblems?
The rap game's been good to me
I like the money and the hoes and the V.I.P.
The lavish lifestyle that I live
consist of big-ass parties and sippin gin
We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce
We hit the studio and then bounce

[Chorus]

[E-40]
See I'ma, street walker, gun clapper
Papered up hood nigga livin like a rapper
If you see me you would think I sold a million copy
like what's-her-name? Ice all on my body
All kind of bitches be thumpin over a motherfucker for the worst
One of 'em got a pair of ?? school college scissors in her purse
Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig' (beatch)
Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig'
See I'm a slick talkin boss playa
full of straight mindgames and schemes
Find your botch's weakness, get off in her jeans
Tell her she's the sweetest, pull her mental file
See if I can help cause she's livin in denial (bitch)
You liable to find me on the ave, slangin o's
Parked on the curb, sippin white Irish ross
Smokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes (what else?)
Hella perved, standin on my P's and toes

[Chorus]

[Suga-T]
I'm sportin Benzes, Cutlasses, smoke trees and hustle for G's
Pop game that pertain to plenty, shoppin sprees
Magic shows, gatherings and ceremonies
What's your testimony? Ain't nuttin bout me phony
I'm a boss bitch botch
Known for smugglin heroin balloons in my crotch
Beat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the block
Teasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit

[sung]
We're just some real ass niggaz
We're ballaholics everyday
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Our only motive is to get paid
We're just some real ass niggaz
We're ballaholics everyday
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Our only motive is to get paid
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz

{*ad libs to end*}

f/ Nate Dogg

[E-40]
F'real, uh...
Oh boy, due to the graphic game-orienfestedness
of this program, viewer discretion is advised
I promise you pimpin; I mean that there's so many L-R-P's
Lone Range Pimpin jumpin up on this track man you underdig?
We spit these L-R-P's and we do this damn thing real toughlike
You underdig? So this a bitch, c'mon

[Nate Dogg]
The homies done made it, I'm so elated
Got all of the ladies, ohhhhh, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Don't try to play me, just cause I'm faded
Don't think that I'm crazy, whoooh, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

[E-40]
But Nate Dogg, what if my bankroll was to fall?
Think she'll cut from me, think she'll stand tall through it all?
Think she'll boost for me, steal me a pair
of dum-dum dum-dum's from the mall? (Hell naw)
Bear it all, pose naked in the camasol (nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)
You got a baby by me, I got a baby by you
Whaddya mean? I'ma always be able to plug you
You tell me to lick (lick) I tell you to suck (suck)
We be mad at each other, but we still WHAAAT?

[Nate Dogg]
I do what I wanna do, just cause I want to
Don't care too much about you, hell naw, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Nate Dogg ain't gon' force you, I'll wait until you want to
If not then I'll erase you, you know, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

[E-40]
I left the club staggerin (staggerin)
Blasted handcuffed and lifted in the paddywagon
In a holdin cell, without a doubt
Your momma put her house up to bail me out
If that ain't stickin to the script
I'm her future son-in-law ain't never gave her no lip (lip)
Uhh, thought I wasn't (wasn't)
Love you cause you was down when I was scrubbin

[Nate Dogg]
Say you're lookin fo' a gangsta, girl I wanna thank ya
When niggaz come and question, do you know? Nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
While other niggaz thankin, corners I be bankin
Money I be makin, you know, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

[E-40]
You was a, new comer, turned out by Barry White
GiGi Hana, mesmerized by my slang
I pop my collar one time (one time)
Got control of yo' mind (mind)
Never know, I'm sometimes in Kenneth Coles
Thugged out, never judge me by my clothes
When there's a drought, I be ridin, Z's and Vogues
Five times on the look out for the po'-po'

[Nate Dogg]
Nate D-O-double G (double G) Don't wanna fuck me (wanna fuck me)
As happy as can be (as can be) Nate Dogg and 40, Fonzarell'
We're gon' reach to the bay (to the bay) 'Frisco to L.A. (L.A.)
Don't care what you say (what you say) they all fam-lay (fam-i-lay)

[E-40]
They all family.. Oh boy, whaddya know, y'know?
Yeah, straight game you underdug? Oh boy
Yeah we stay doin this.. you underdig?
Please believe that part of the game oh boy
Uhh.. Battlecat on the track, oh boy
Please believe... uhh
Sick Wid It records... Oh boy
Please believe, we stay doin this
Uhhh, uh-uhh!
Uh-uhh
Uh-uhh! Oh boy
Uhhh, ssp spit it pimpin.. please believe
Uhh, oh boy, uhh, uhh, E-Feezy

f/ The Click

[E-40]
Uh-huh; barbecue or mildew, hhhoe?
Ssshit heh
My fetti has a first name - it's E-A-R-L
About my mail, ssshit!
Nigga you know I'm up in this motherfucker, on a good one!
Fffuck yes!!

[B-Legit]
You know what I mean? It's like a, a Y-2-Yea thing y'know?
(Haha) We does this out here (fo' schizzie)
We pop our collars; please believe that playboy (like this here)

My moves is swift, I'm stiff with mine
Remi Martin straight, then I hit it with lime
It's time to shine, to strike my pose
Five carats on my pinky, pickin my nose (BEATCH)
I stroll on hoes, and give 'em a chance
to let me see the ass while they backup dance
I glance and breeze - if the body is true
I'm off and on to part two (part TWO)

[D-Shot]
Now I done scanned at the club (what else?)
I popped my collar to all my folks with love (what else?)
And all the niggaz that didn't respond to me (what else?)
I got my dogs watchin constantly (what else, what else?)
With one hand in the baseball glove
Hella throwaways - and dangerous subs
For my protection and my protection only
This boss balla slippin whatchu thought I was phony?

[Chorus]
Fresh up out my Coupe de Ville, I popped my collar twice
About my money this loot is real, plus I'm dipped in ice
I got a fat mansion on the hill, cause I made a mill'
So if you see me please believe, cause I'm yo' potnah still

[E-40]
(Pop ya collar!) It's all from the wrist
(Pop ya collar!) Been poppin my collar since Moby was a goldfish..
.. leavin 'em curious
Hoppin out of my Lincoln Continental, signature serious..
.. parkin lot pimpin!
One of my niggaz yell (HOLD ME DOWN) while I was pissin
Is that young 40 y'all?
Drunk as fuck and about to fall?

[B-Legit]
Done washed my shoes, the gators they bite
Baby bright light but not my type
But if she want tonight, she come with dollars
She either holler, or pop a nigga collar
I'm fresh up out that Coupe de Ville
Four times gold on my vogue wheels
Big sunroof with the insides ill
Gotta give it to the boy he got skills

[Chorus]

[E-40] Made a mill'.. uh-huh, HOE BEATCH!

[D-Shot]
(Pop ya collar!) I done stepped on in
(Pop ya collar!) Now can I come up?
All these freaks hang out at the dump
Me and my dogs got this party on pump
All the hoes look like they wanna hump
I'm bout to pull a lil' lightweight stunt

[E-40]
On a mizznission about that cut
Rough, buck, smokin on a blizznut
Ticked, pucked, ?? ?? was loc'd
Dick, Van Dyke, all up in her truck
Lick, at night, E-Feezy ain't no punk
Gobble, swallow, get her hella drunk
40 ounce bizznottle, til I tr-uh-Trump
Tip, hollow, mizzmillimeter thump
Feels no sinorrow for a sucka sap chump
Ya underdig? Yeah just
Y'know just tug on your lil' shirt
Pull it a lil' bit

[Chorus 2X]

[E-40 over Chorus]
That's what we do out this way.. twice!
Dipped in ice..
Where? Made a mill'
I'm still yo' potnah
Uh-huh.. Northstar
Yeah.. dipped in ice..
Where this at? You made a WHAT?
Uh-huh.. I'm still yo' potnah nigga
(Pop ya collar!) Homeboy
(Pop ya collar!)

[No lyrics]

Shit, if the shoe fit, wear it, fuck it
BEOTCH!

Chorus: E-40 (repeat 2X)

To whom this may concern
All you rappers with all that fetti to burn
The industry is finicky so let me make this clear
THEY'LL HAVE A NEW NIGGA NEXT YEAR!!

[Verse One]
I know you're shinin like a light
I know your record sales is politics and hype
I know you're boohoo'n
cause none of your royalty statements never had a check attached to 'em
Famous but unrecouped; circumstances predicated on
large-ass video budgets, and takin out advancements
Uhh, March and September, that's quite a ways 40 - 40?
Oh he get paid every thirty days shorty!
Uhh, I ain't no lame
I'm different from y'all, I come from the game
(From the game) I ain't gotta explain
I been hella raw, I been spittin game
I seen you on the Billboard
I saw you when you got that MTV Award
Uh, number one on SoundScan
Congratulations playa; dude can I shake yo' hand?
Oh you don't wanna shake my hand, now you too good now?
Oh it's like that you 'sidin on yo' folks now?
Enjoy it while you're here..
.. THEY'LL HAVE A NEW NIGGA NEXT YEAR!!

Chorus

[Verse Two]
Uhh, air-play, program directors from the Bay
don't support they rappers in the Yea (in the Yea)
They figure we ain'ts real hip-hop (hip HOP)
They lookin for some mainstream flip-flop (flip)
But I ain't finsta sit down (sit down)
Sit down and wait for this shit to come back around
Shit I just like to perk (whatchu like to do?)
I like to get out there and network
Charlie Hustle fall off? I doubt it
Shit, when niggaz stop talkin about me
that's when I'm gon' WORRY about it
And if they do I'ma take the independent road
A hundred thousand units on the underground;
playboy, that's ghetto gold!
Never breakin a sweat (a, a sweat)
Slangin albums from the internet (from the internet)
Ain't nuttin but respect here..
.. THEY'LL HAVE A NEW NIGGA NEXT YEAR!!

Chorus

[Verse Three]
My loyal fans wanna know why it's so noticeable
and how come none of E-40 lyrics
ain't never been in The Source 'Hip-Hop Quotable'?
To tell the truth it's kinda irkin me, cause I don't know
I ain't rappin too fast, see y'all just listenin too slow
You can ask +Zomba+ I'm about a thousand songs deep
Spittin ghetto anthems that I done had
I shoulda been ran out of heat (ran out of heat)
I had to prove myself first
I didn't get my deal based on a sixteen measure verse
Uhh, damn right and ever since dude 'Pac passed away
the West coast ain't been eatin right
If he was alive I'd ask him for his opinionation
and if he was me what would he do in this sort of situation
Would he take off on these journalists, tell me what you think
for assassinatin motherfuckers characters with all that bad ink?
How they gonna have me Top 50, #43?
I'm a hog, shit; that's why I don't fuck with Blaze
I fuck with Murder Dog

Chorus 2X

[E-40]
BEATCH!
See what I'm sayin? This shit is finicky
It's a fool out there, ya dum dums!
Smell this nigga?
Charlie Hustle, millenium ballers nigga (beatch)
Thought you thoughtamajig (HOE!!!)

f/ Young Mugzi

Hand me one of them thangs killed John Wayne
D.E.A. back in this bitch, hmm-hmm, va-rooom

[E-40]
Hah hah hah hah, fuck around with this nigga Bosko
He stay mobbin..
Shall we spit some saliva? Spit some saliva

In and out of the traffic
Sparkin up a bunch of commotion and static it's a habit
Bloated twasted loaded tilted when I roll it
Like the steering wheel on my Deville when I first drove it
Who the caviest and the savviest (?) strikin like a pack of matches
Blood alcohol, lookin like above average
Money tall player, papered up, ghettofabulous
You can ball too pimpin just be about your cabbage
I don't need no iron I'm already creased
Pistol-whip a bitch with my mouthpiece, paid for hoe
On my car, fuckin lease
Strikin through your neighborhood, disturbin peace
Boogie green Cutlass with the gold feets
Same colored tint with the bucket seats, beatch!
All my wife I was raised around killers
Boy I tell ya - these monkeys don't wanna see no gorillas

[Chorus One]
IT'S LIKE A JUNGLE - it's like a jungle sometimes
IT'S LIKE A JUNGLE - it's like a jungle sometimes
IT'S LIKE A JUNGLE -
You know a sea serpent snake in the grass can post up lies
IT'S LIKE A JUNGLE - it's like a jungle sometimes
IT'S LIKE A JUNGLE - it's like a jungle sometimes
IT'S LIKE A JUNGLE -
We play for keeps, so nigga if you feel froggish LEAP!
Leap nigga! Beotch!

[Young Mugzi]
Chest splitter, game spitter, go getter
I stay busy like Mighty Joe, the go-rilla
One hitter quitters if you're it, bump my feet nigga
I hit the turf, knockin off wall pictures
Nowadays niggaz can get arrested for reckless dressin, attempt to pimp
But they don't know a broke horse
and don't know how money makes a pimp pimp
See I'm like a pimp, I got to be about means
Twinkied out, with a car full of TV screens
I mean I'm mean, I boss up for the green
Hit the scene, and check my runners bout my cream
One-eighteen, haters wanna cross my dream
Handicap me, shoot me in the spleen

[Chorus Two]
IT'S LIKE A JUNGLE - it's like a jungle sometimes
IT'S LIKE A JUNGLE - it's like a jungle sometimes
IT'S LIKE A JUNGLE -
If you see me in a fight in the forest with a bear
don't help me nigga help the bear.. don't help me nigga help the bear!
IT'S LIKE A JUNGLE - it's like a jungle sometimes
IT'S LIKE A JUNGLE - it's like a jungle sometimes
IT'S LIKE A JUNGLE -
Boy I tell ya, these monkeys don't wanna see no gorillas
See no gorillas

[E-40]
Man potnah you ain't from 'round here, you ain't got no pass
Oh you with 40-Water, we can go 'head and let you go
but next time, it's yo' ass
Lick you for yo' cash, get you for what you got
Cause triflin on this side of the soil
that's all we do is plot
Seen it, lived it, did it, been in it, done it
Cooked it, shucked it, sold it, couple hundred
units a month, dirty white girl
Baby powder, China white, step-mother pearl
I'm out of weed, I'm losin my focus (focus)
Ash tray full of doobies and roaches (roaches)
In the parking lot rollin a blunt (blunt)
in the middle of some funk
Dudes got to dumpin bitches, haulin ass (ass)
Takin off they pumps, fallin in the grass (grass)
Cowards flyin everywhere, fools gettin glassed
while I'm sittin in my Cut' thang, tryin to play
They fuckin up my shit

[Chorus One]

[Outro - sung]
Be about your paper bro, don't hate on mine
It's like a jungle sometimes..
Gorilla pimpin ain't easy, but I'm steady on the grind
It's like a jungle sometimes, yeah yeah yeah yeah,
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah..
It's like a jungle sometimes.. yeah yeah yeah yeah,
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
It's like a jungle sometimes.. yeah yeah yeah yeah,
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
It's like a jungle sometimes.. yeah yeah yeah yeah,
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
It's like a jungle sometimes..

f/ Ice Cube

[Ice Cube]
Say Earl, let's get it crack-a-latin in this bitch..
Uhh.. nigga nigga.. y'know (y'know) y'know!
Uhh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker
(Ice Cube and E-40) For those that don't know,
we do it like this (like how?) We do it like this (like this)

I gotta say some shit 'fore we start the single
I'm sick of motherfuckers bitin 40 lingo
Everytime I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle
and you ain't wrote shit, got it from my people
Your whole ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
get the Desert Eagle, blast on your Regal
Your dub, no "California Love," California slugs
from California bloods, and Calfironia cuz

[E-40]
Dip ridin them little itty bitty ass wheels
in the town like you might see on shoppin carts
If I ain't ridin mustard or mayonnaise-zinas(?)
and bowed toes, (?) low on horse
then I'm bluffin, I'm less than nothin, a constipated dude
Constantly fartin, but I'm really supposed to be, shittin on fools
Peep - Ice Cube and E-40 doin a track together
That's HEAT! Players it don't get no better than this pimpin
That's HEAT! Two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla-ass niggaz
to ever touch the mic.. (touch the mic)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
[I] Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin mill's
[E] Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin pimpin, be about your mail

[E-40]
NOW! I might talk a different language but I'm not Scottish
Got more homies in jail, than I do in college
I'm a cold piece of (?) - slide through the park
and come back every fifteen minutes in a different car
on the strength of flamboastin pu-uh-purposes
Smokin burners (burners)
Finger on my thumper (thumper) in this concrete habitat
Never know when you just might have to, put a head on flat

[Ice Cube]
Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is rent houses
We got, ten houses, can't even, spend ours
We go, invent ours, in about, ten hours
Comin with that mob-ass shit, it's a hit bitch
Broke bitch, turn into a rich bitch
Every trick bitch wanna be a legit bitch
We got big ol', big gold gates
We got big ol', big gold, nickel plates (who is it?)

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]
Let me tell you, broke niggaz can't offend me
Evidently, yo' Bentley musta said "rent me"
I see you rollin, lookin stolen, L.A.P.D.
is actin just like me, they can't believe what they see
Pull you over, it's over, nigga, can't be sober
Rollin through this neighborhood fool nice to know ya
Fakin like you got the bacon, with that tickin-ass Rolex
A nigga blast til the soul reflects

[E-40]
My roots grew up tearin projects, players shootin craps pimpin
Placin side bets, hair full of naps pimpin
Bunch of ruffnecks, play the old tracks mayne
Money cars sex, servin cocaine
White girl, wedding dress, in the dope game
Block cleaners, poppin out of my Ford Excursion truck
with heaters, poppin at all of my enemies better duck
Even though I'm makin tapes I'm still stuck

[Chorus] - 2X

f/ Pastor Troy, Pimp C, Too $hort

[E-40 talks over intro]
Nigga up in this motherfucker
I mean I been fuckin with this motherfuckin burgundy carpet pimpin
What about you pimpin, I mean I know you fuckin around with that
purple bag youknowhatImean? That Crown Royal, oh boy!
I mean, we got, we got a whole bunch of player-ass niggaz
up in this m'uhfucker right here today
We got that nigga.. E-Feezy, Too $hort, knahmean
Pimp C up in this motherfucker, nigga Pastor Troy

[Too $hort]
Damn fool.. I hits free (free) it ain't wholesale
Just got through hittin it so well, at a hotel
But don't tell (don't tell) I cuss your fuckin ass out bitch
Fuck yo' drunk-ass and watch you pass out bitch (beitch)
And when you wake up, I tell you anything
You fucked me so good bitch, you deserve a wedding ring
I practice what I preach, ridin vogues and findin hoes
I told her I'd buy some clothes, but I'd be lyin to hoes
I ain't buyin her shit, bitch I can't do that
I had to jump in my car, and call you a cab
Cause I'm out.. you know I'm all about fuckin hella good
Take the rubber off I'm in your mouth comin to a town (beatch)
near you, real soon..
Infiltratin hoes nigga, we some real fools (real fools)
And it's true, and baby girl knows it too
Ask her shit, she'll tell you how I do it fool

[Chorus]
Doin the fool! - Ain't no love motherfucker we breakin the rules
Doin the fool! - Niggaz like me ain't got nuttin to lose
Doin the fool! - We servin you haters straight off the top
Doin the fool! - Just to let you know this shit don't stop

[Pastor Troy]
Okay okay up next, oh, it's the boss, from the home of the Braves
Down here chillin with E-40 cause it's time to get paid
C'mon, actin a fool, cause y'all know how I'ma do
She fucked me, Pimp C, and $hort too
I drank no brew, it's Remi, that special kind
Don't fuck with who? My nigga, you out yo' mind
Fresh off the grind, my niggaz is the killers
Actin a fool bout this motherfuckin scrilla
No one no trill'a, but tell them, I'm down mayne
Go grab my leather, and get into some gangster shit
So if it's cool, it's cool..
But just that quick, I act a fool..

[Chorus]

[E-40]
But I ain't never been a sucker
I ain't never been a mark
I ain't never been a busta
I ain't never been a simp, potnah I always had heart
Papered up hustlin never 'posed to handcuff a beaotch, mon
Pimp to the hoe, protect the trick beaotch, mon
Be extra mannish (extra mannish) get some skull
Purple bag, Crown Royal (Royal)
Gotcha beaotch actin mannish, think she spoiled (spoiled)
I'ma Camoli all over her body, she used to that
Potnah big 40 had it like that
Cadillac (Cadillac) sittin on buttons, 32 valve
The DTS (DTS) half a gallon to the mile
Platinum chest (platinum chest) lite brite, love to smile
What a mess (what a mess) horny fucked me on my desk
Kitchen tile (kitchen tile) then she swallowed up the rest
Ask me how (ask me how) a fat ass cum shot on her breast
She said, "It's been a while since I had sex" (what she say?)
She said, "It's been a while since I had sex" (what she say?)
(she said, oooh oooh.. oh boy!)

.. c'mon c'mon, okay okay! ..

[Chorus]

.. c'mon c'mon ..

[Pimp C]
Comin down in candy car, smokin on some candy bar
Everyday I'm choppin blades, comin through on old school maids
Got in this game so heavily, just like Frankie Beverly
Silly nigga that Southern girl
put cocaine up in your world
Cause I'm a young ass nigga on the slab
Comin through in a whippin Nav'
I used to be out on the ave
But now all my keys got the Midas stamp
Change my name to Sweet Charles
Smell like sixty-four dollar cologne
Comin down in burgundy Brougham
and I keep a chip off in my phone
Sweet Charles, bitch! Hold up
Smoke somethin..

.. c'mon c'mon ..

f/ Baby (Big Tymers)

[Baby]
Playboy..
Times is hard too fo' sho' nigga, came back real hard
I know you hear me cookin the ice up playboy
And it's shinin like twenty inch dubs nigga
Y'understand? Me and my nigga E-Feezy bout to do this shit
All the time, y'know? The Bay, is definitely where the Yay (ya-yo)
Uptown - is the home of the motherfuckin AK's
Playboy believe it

[E-40]
Ah step, ah steppin the club aroung twelve o'clock (clock)
Me and my folkers at the afterspot (spot)
We bought a - Remi, Hennesey, Courvosier (yay)
Belvedere Vodka, and Gran Marnier (yay)
I love this life, what can I say (say)
Doing this damn THANG 'til I'm old and GRAY
Poppin these P's and, jackin my slacks (slacks)
We some yay niggaz (yay niggaz) that's just how we act (how we act)
We disobey niggaz (disobey niggaz) doin a fool (fool)
We shake fake niggaz (niggaz) If you ain't cool (cool)
You can't hang wit' us (hang wit' us) all access (access)
I fuck wit' real niggaz (niggaz) like Baby Bea-trice (Trice)
Mack Dime (ah) uhhh see and Sir Too Sheezy (sheezy)
Eightball (uh) Pimp C and Jayo Felony
Nate Dogg and Ant Banks to name a few (a few)
Straight Flamboast, that's what we DO

[Hook]
Flamboastin'- yolking, dip-n-flowin'
Through your neighborhood on Zenith spokes'n
Gettin' this money cause we never broken
Roastin' these hoes is all we knowin'
Flamboastin'- from coast to coast
Flamboastin'- that's all we know
Flamboastin'- watch out hoe
Flamboastin'- fo' shiggedy

[E-40]
Swole pockets runnin through bout a rack a day
Please believe , a look that they never check fee (fee)
Twerkin my star jelly (jelly), E-Feezy Fonza-riz-nelli (relly)
Sic'Wid'It hog medallion, hangin all the way down to my belly (belly)
Lower development housin - Carlos Rossi by the gallon
Ebonically known for my spittery - see all type of people asking me
"How you come up with dat shit?" - Pimpin I bought your tape
Could you show me how to do that damn thang
(do what) no fingerprints backwards hand shake

[Baby]
Now look - Mercedes wagons with buck eyes
Lorenzo Kits with TV's inside
Twenty inch (*bling, bling*) that's platinum
Jumped out the hummer nigga with the fist to mack em
This is a parking lot pimping and bitches
I slap 'em holla at my nigga - E-40
And we gap 'em twenty inch couldn't fit - adapt to slap 'em
Get the matching house at over east that's platinum

[Hook]

When I smooth up in a writers block and my pee-en is my enemy (enemy)
I hit the orange roughy to enhance my cre-a-tivity (creativity)
Hustler on the go (go)
Straight up ghetto star "Star"- Darnel from 310 (OHH)
Niggas (???) glove compartment for my strap
Climate control, Air-Conditioner , A/C in tha back
Interior (?) with a typey on my lap
Officer Smokey and Mr. Johnny Law swear I sell crack
(Swear I sell crack) Artistal Pimp on Rap - Proffesional Highsider
With the black screens, dash and who order the sunlights?

[Baby]
Everything black or silver - I'm macking
Weezy We gat a Beamer thats platinum
Supposed to be a Low-Low on 18 and adapting
Bitch thats not a movie and nigga we ain't acting
Cadillac truck got hot - I paint it platinum
And I know a bitch in oakland named Platinum
Talk about how she could eat the dick off the platter
I'm the #1 stunner bitch and I'm Mack
(And I'm Mack, and I'm Mack...)

[Hook]

(What is it?)
It's pimpin, what.. (what is it?)

[Chorus]
It's pimpin with me, what is it with you?
Bitch hit the strip and do what you do
(Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
(I'll be right back, when I be right back)

[repeat Chorus]

[E-40]
Tryin to have a stable full of, gregarious, clear bitches
Professional wonderful ladies of leisure, merrylicious
that'll get undressed at the drop of a dime at my request
And believe that, e'rytang I tell her to do is for the best
Hoe you in violation, you in the red, wait a minute hoe
You mean to tell me you tryin to jump camp
after a big ol' player like me done buttered yo' bread?
You free to go, I ain't gon' tell you no mo'
I told you twice, you'll be back cause you need, pimpin in yo' life
That's how you gotta get at these broads, you gotta check 'em
Man a hoe'll walk all over ya if you let 'em
I give her a Chinese name (what?) Won Gone
Then I stab out, with my ham sandwich, Fleetwood Brougham
Break a bitch, pimp shit, L-R-P's
Long Range Pimpin hoe, overseas
Whites blacks filipinos, viet-ma-nese
Atlantic City, Vegas, Reno nigga please believe

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two]
(It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
(It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
(It's pimpin)

[E-40]
She was a baby (baby) she was lame (lame)
Til I turned her out, now she's pussy trained
Pussy trained, not potty trained, but pussy trained
Pimpin you hard, you got some game!
This one of the ones, I like this knock
Who did the beat? My nigga Rik Rok
He a fool - that shit on hit
You know what this remind me of? Some of that Dr. Dre shit
Blarin, imagine that shit on blast
at the Arco station after the club, pumpin some gas

(Wait a minute, wait; hey hold up.. ba-ba-bump-bump! *car horn*
ba-ba-bump-ah *car horn* Baby.. ay sweetie! Ay look here baby
Underdig this, ya underdig? Ay look here
You need to get with a boss, tell that day old seven to get lost
Yeah, cause all he gon' is damage you
All I wanna do is manage you)

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two]

[E-40]
She said - just take me out to the pimp pic-nic
I'ma put it down for you..
Represent that Sic'Wid'It
Whatever you want me to do!
She loves me (loves me) she loves me not (loves me not)
As far as family, I'm all she got (all she got)
Pimpin and panderin, handlin these hoes
Penitentiary chancin it (?) with these hoes
Checkin the track, collectin my scratch, and slammin Cadillac doors
Countin my stack, spat to them straps
Directin the mannerisms of these hoes
Ready for war, never too to', with Taylor shoes on my toes
Sickin my beotches on these rappers cause they be payin these hoes

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two]

[E-40]
F'real f'real nigga, I bet you that
I see a bitch nigga I bump the fattest bitch in the club
Nigga bout my pimpin nigga, I give a fuck and a half
I refuse to be livin under a bridge an'
pushin some motherfuckin grocery baskets pimpin
Y'knahmean? (Cause it ain't in a bitch beauty
it's in her duty mayne, youknahmsayin?)
Please believe that (Yeah a real pimp'll
put a wig on a pig mayne, I mean so fat)
Fo'shiggidy
Hey nigga hey nigga doe I'm just curious doe pimpin
Hey man straight up how many hoes you got doe f'real?
(Man I'm six deep with no sleep man
I mean fat knees, to clackin they toes
a tappin, I'm bout a pimp smackin
I don't do nuttin but finesse rest and dress man
and let these bitches do the rest, y'knahmean?)
Fo'shiggidy (I pimp SO fat)
That is the best game I can smell pimpin
I promise you, it don't get no better mayne
(I mean, I used to do this since way back when man
I didn't even have a car, I used to have a swing man
And I'll put a bitch on the fifteen gurney in a hurry man
And tell that bitch, that-a-way!)
It's pimpin to me..
(It's pimpin..)
(It's pimpin!)

f/ Mystikal

(E-40)
Forty water and Mystikal
What cha know about that nigga?
Huh?

(E-40)
What cha want girl?
You interested in a thug ass nigga
Wit battle wounds and scars
Lawyers, doctors, rappers, R&B singers or sports stars?
Wig splittas and dome crackers that s all I'm accustomed to
Allergic to suckas and bustas and get to sneezin and shit aaachew!
Ain't affiliated wit pathological liars and name droppers
Just bosses and mafia niggas
Slick talkers and collar poppa s
Drug traffic and racketeer bank robbers
Young pits pants saggin totin and packin choppers
I'm having this ghetto money tryin to stay papered up like a fax
I keep tellin all these niggas out this way
you ain't got to have dandruff to have scratch
Protect yo neck and yo chest
See my mentality hasn't changed just my physical address nothin less (less)
I smoke wit the gromiest and the highest
Takin my chances on hepatitis
Sharin my forty s of malt liquor drinkin
211 after any old nigga thinking&

(Chorus)
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Pimpin mob wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
I mean sic wid it

Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Pimpin mob wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it

(Mystikal)
Nigga you must have been drinkin dog water
If you think you can fuck wit the bayou godfather
Smoke like scaldin water I'm come from the 12th ward
Cuts and welts and scars whoever face-off
Burnin and turnin they lights out makin them stay dark
Body beatin and sweepin keepin em sleepin
heat seekin deletin
cause bitch I ain need cha
feel like bullets hit cha when the rhymes flyin off
when I get finish wit cha
you gonna feelin
Dog tired boss (John Cofey from the Green Mile)
Jump shop, hop flight, cop ride and
Tellin finally smell it and chop it up wit Fonzarelli
These niggas be sounding like they talking bout they on one
but when I come they only fuck up one run like homerun
Fire-bringa
Rhyme-singa
Pussy-banga
Young dick- slanga
They funky like Kunta Kinte own thang
on my bike I'm ridin the fuckin rap game on the handle bars

(Chorus)
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Pimpin mob wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
I mean sic wid it

Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Pimpin mob wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
I'm talkin sic wid it

(E-40)
Livin in California ain't always to cute
Like New Orleans
You can fuck around and get yo head put on flat in a road rage dispute
The poor get poorer
And the rich keep gettin richer
These hoers keep pourin
And the spicks keep getting slicker
I play the game for what it s worth
Hard like penitentiary steel not soft like a Nerf
I know some cats, seriously homey maybe twice,
ain't neva been pass four blocks in they li-a-life
dudes can't even dream a dream about gettin paid
just sittin on the corner sittin there for about a decade
I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed but I'm a rebel
Some cats'll bury their self alive
just to prove they know how to use a shovel
And about you sounding like everybody else ass rappers knock my flow
But in the back of your head you really be sayin
that their nigga right their be snappin
that nigga from the bay
I ain't even gon lie pimpin
That nigga a fool right their
He got a fool style
That nigga their can go&go

(Chorus)
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Pimpin mob wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
I mean sic wid it

Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Pimpin mob wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, Clown wid it
I'm talkin sic wid it