E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000) by E-40 (보컬) on maniadb.com

[E-40]
Mobb that shit out nigga!
Bosko, mobb that shit, BEYOTCH!
Mobb shit (mobb shit)
We invented this shit (what'd we do?)
Boy I helped pioneer this
Boy I helped pioneer this..
.. HOE BEOTCH!

I'm irkin; head spinnin dome swervin
mergin to the right to the left, see three, hallucinatin
Stoned ain't got a lick but a bra protection on my phone
therefore that'll make it this that much easier
for anybody with a computer that got the right data information
software to CLONE, clone it off the streets - how much?
Basshead dis down playa price boy a hundred piece (hundred piece)
Shit I don't figure dat dere ain't no mo' worse than clonin sheep
Just understand, I dub this for my weeples
More hair on my face than my daddy do (daddy do)
I guess it's them steroids that they been puttin in our food (in our food)
Shit the man behind the counter at the liquor store asked him for ID
before he get to askin me and if he ask me for ID then I'ma get
?? bitch to use some of that swindlin ass fast-fast talkin
con man ?? in the ghetto urban reverse psychology
Niggaz got it tough out here; tough out here, it's rough
Niggaz got it rough out here; nigga out here it's tough

Chorus: E-40 (repeat 2X)

Let's hit the weed spot, let's hit the L.I.Q.
Let's hit the liquor sto', let's hit the L.I.Q.
Let's hit the house party, let's hit the L.I.Q.
"Pull up sideways, doin about a buck-fifty"

[E-40]
"Hello my friend!" Whassuper dude?
Give me a pack of sunflower seeds
and a box of larger size Magnum rubbers
A generic lemon squeeze lime juice
and a bottle of Goldschlager
A pack of licorice, lick-em-and-lock-em Zig-Zags
a hard boiled egg and a pickled pig feet (pickled pigs feet)
Shit I gotta do as much f**kin and partyin as I can
I gotta go turn myself in next week (BEOTCH)
I'm up all night - playawhatchagonnabedoin?
Up in somebody's ?? layin pipe
Bitchbetalkinaboutsuin and try to accuse yo' ass of rape;
cause you rap
Sa' HOE, I ain't even tryin to entertain that
See I dip in mo' holes than a golf ball
Pussy fallin all out of my Granada
Squabs in Kansas City, squabs in Colorado
Learned how to pop my collar in the city where they shot The Mack
Dem were some of the players that helped tie my shoes and lace me
name was Curtis and B.O.
Well whaddya know? Doo doo dirt clucks ??
Messy and tap that ass fool we in hella mo' (BEOTCH)
Bitch-ass niggaz like B-Legit and ?? ??
and Mac-Shon, mack D-Shot and Lil' Bruce - BEOTCH!

Chorus

[E-40]
On the dope track where the bassheads be comin through
I see more killings and more hop than the kangaroo
My baby's momma she stink, she on that glass dick
Be crawlin all on the RUG lookin for that shit!
Hogan High School prom queen right?
On her hands and knees pickin up lint and anything that's white
That's how you can tell that a dopefiend's gone psycho
when they get to hah.. lookin all out the curtains with they high beams
On the corner, be that dice game unfoldin (what happened?)
One of my dudes, SERIOUSLY, he rollin
then a couple of fools pull up and went for theirs a-course
with intentions of splittin my wig but it wound up gettin reversed
I left they kite flyin, down for the grind, witnesses dissolve
A prime example of bad karma, Murphy's Law
If you gon' be a fool then be a fool, shit
But just know when to act a fool and who to act a fool with!

Chorus

[E-40] Hoeeeeeeeeee! SHIT!
"I don't care, call the cops.."
Mob shit
"I don't care, call the cops.."
Mob shit'll never fall
Mob shit gon' always sell through, smell that?
What mob shit do?
"I don't care, call the cops.."
All mob shit do is quadruple
I'm in this bitch, irkin like a motherf**ker
"I don't care, call the cops.."
F**kin shit, BEOTCH!
"I don't care, call the cops.."
Yeah that's that shit
"I don't care, call the cops.."
See that's that shit that get a nigga krunk, right there
That's that shit that'll get a nigga buck, on they hoe ass
Mobb that shit out nigga!
Bosko, mobb that shit - they ain't knowin
Oooo-eeee-oooh, see I spit that shit too look here
Oooo-eeee-oooh, make the shit go like this here
Oooo-eeee-oooh...

I'm in my Fubu drawers, she in her gown
Is it some cats tryin'a have at me or is it the canine and the batteram
Plannin' on splittin' my crown but it ain't gone be too simple
See I'm a baller, I've got bars around the windows, Rottweilers, pits, Akitas
Doberman Pinchers taped up in the yard With a sign on the fence that reads
Warning ? Beware of Dogs
Leap like a frog if you feel froggish, nigga leap
Like to neglect my dogs, starve ‘em, sometimes they don't eat
Elroys questioning me about my triple beam ? officer, I got proof!
Po-Po! That's for weighing nuts and fruits!
Run with a whole bunch of rugged-ass rowdy knuckleheads ? know what I mean
Big niggas ? the size of a football team
I wear these glasses so I can look like a square but if you ever see me in a
fight with a bear, don't help me, nigga help the bear! Me and my whales, we be
coonin' ? but see you the type of nigga that go in the back room and Beep
yo'self and act like yo' pager's boomin

(B-LEGIT COMMENTARY)

I'll have you know ever since I was ankle low to a centipede's toe I always
wanted to flow play pro baseball Weepolization family, that's my favorite sport
But instead I'm back and forth to jail and in and out of court
Serious about my rock shrine I don't give a fuck how much courage juice you
had, nigga yo' mug don't mean like mine - I bring the noise like a cymbal
I fuck with 40 nem, make ya stick yo' pistol out the window
Y'all otta see me at the state fair showin' off in front of my broad tryin'a
win my little nieces
One of the biggest stuffed animal prices there
Nickname is Charlie but my street name is EARL!
Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell newphew little Darryl
I know the streets like the task force know dope
I am the streets my ghetto pass can't be revoked
Ten percent I pay my tithe forgive me for my sins
Smoke a ounce a weed a day maybe that's why I ain't got no wind

(B-LEGIT COMMENTARY)

You can call me Lawry's cause I'm seasoned I eat crevey ? but not when it's
bleedin'
Don't get me wrong I love sex but I don't play that part
I love Virginia ? but not when the Virginia's tart
And if it's good then I might Dolce & Gabbana it
Gave yo' ass some bread and let you go buy up some shit
Callin' yo'self takin' advantage of my riches
I'm tryin'a be nice to yo' ass, I normally talk bad about you bitches
Inducted into the hall of game back in the via
Notorious for slappin' chicken heads upside they weava wit my nokia
Mayday mayday I can't call it all patrol cars and units be on the lookout for
the hillside finagler forty water the ballaholic
I'd rather fly than ride Amtrak! When I'm in Dallas I fuck with C-Bo and Go
Hard Black
Maka opera singer want to write some raps
I'm papered uuup! (like who?) Like a fax

(B-LEGIT COMMENTARY)

If you's a ballaholic…you's a baller.

Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded

[E-40]
Uh, you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot butter
I'm in an antique oldschool four door muffler draggin' beat up duster
Wit scrapes and scratches, nicks and scars
Y'all git to drink out of wine glasses, we gotta drink out of jelly jars
Down and out like four flat tires no washing machine nor dryer
Just ah pillow sack
and ah bunch of clothes wrapped in a sheet on our way to the laundrymat
Will I ever get paid, can I make a dollar out of fifteen cent
Y'allz got it made, we broke and starvin' barely payin' the rent
Sleepless nights, alligator tears
Mommy arguin' wit my daddy, daddy drunk too many beers
911 Mr.Po, Po dey ain't happy wit day marriage
Pops tryn'a beat her down and make her have a miscarriage
My cousin shoots the needle, she be gone for days
She on that da ah diesel, she gone end up wit aids
I told her I love her but you know what she said to me
Everybody got a gay or atleast one dope fiend in they family
You ain't the only one wit a reject in yo family
That's real

[E-40]
Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue
Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne
I'm tryin to have me that, lipstick by Mac
Make like a car accident, hit her from the back
My fetti might be salty but my game ain't damp, see I be hood(?)
but the only cheese I ever had, was from the goods
and man that was divided among (?) brothers and sisters
Raised without a dad
Basically we was supposed to be have to make good
but what we hadn't (?) get the gat from one of my (?)
on the tough, Uncle Bruce(?)
Hustle in my veins and lungs, sucker pump
Chickenheads squash through my hood, with good intentions
but always end up sparkin antennas on bus benches
Watchu know, whatchu say, what's the sco'?
Is it a go? Then you with me after the show
You smell? We hit the hotel, and knock boots
Taught me some thangs, like who? Like Dr. Ruth
HEY!! (HEY!!) HOE!! (HOE!!)
All up in the kitchen on the flo', feel the mantra

Chorus: repeat 2X {sung}

Do what you do good, cause you know what you know good
Do what you do good, cause you know what you know good
[Do what you know good]

[E-40]
Uhh, rappers sport my style like they sport clothes
then have the nerve to say they made it up, now that's some hoes
That ain't no stickin to the rules and regulationship
That ain't no man if he can't admit he grew up on The Click
On the East they got hot dogs and pretzel stands
On the West they got tacos and burrito vans
In the South, it's (??) and briscuit
What about the Midwest? The midwest, dey just love to kick it!
Top shelf, ghetto tycoon the area sponsor
Can't be seen, like Bigfoot, and the Loch Ness Monster
Dialin for dollars paper route and money counters
Scrilla scratchin paper chasin poppin collars

Chorus

[singer]
Do what I know good
I kick it in the hood real good
Smoke real fat big blunts
Sticky-ickies to the lil' krunks
Thirty-one double-eight-seven, that's nine-eleven
Act like you're livin

[E-40]
I ain't no Captain
At the bar, signin autographs on napkins
Ball til we have it all - bartender talkin about
"Last call for alcohol!"
I'm bout to get to, mashin on that (??)
if we don't get no mo' (??) throw glasses at that Moesha fag
and I'm walkin up out the do', step stuck and stutterin
Didn't even screw up and hit the floor
If I woulda fell, it woulda been embarassing
Full of that there liquor, walked into a closet
But I'm a king size nigga, baby pull my coattail! And just..

Chorus

[E-40]
Ghetto celebriteeeeeee... ooooh

Chorus: D-Shot, E-40

We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous)
We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous)
We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous)
We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous)

(D-Shot)
Well let me start again with a stiff chin, go 'head and take one
I just begun, to break yo' ass off a lump sum
with double (??), I got a (??) in the garage
And ready to mob, so get the fuck up out of Dodge
before I trip, and slap yo' ass with this new grip
One slip of the tongue'll get your monkey ass hung
Two lungs is what it takes to inhale the dank
and one cap is all it takes to put you in the paint

(The Mossie)
So beware, to stare, in the glare, of this infrared
You dread the day we pull out the glock display
One way, is what your headed down, we got the pound
So bow down, and give me the ball because we on the mound
Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit
Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit
Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit
Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit

Chorus

(E-40)
Wha-da-da-dey, wha-da-da-da-dang
Hustlin on the thirteen-hundred block slangin 'caine
Call (??) bitch (??) (??) (??)
with walkie-talkies and po-po scanners on the lookout for the pigs
I make long bread, I brought big cars
Everybody know the hustle, it's like I'm a movie star
but in the middle of the night, out the mouth they foam
Jumpers be knockin on my bedroom window
with they cats with they friendly spook on talkin about
"Can I borrow some fetti? Loan me a dimepiece til the first"
and I be like, you mean to tell me yo' uppity ass
ain't got no money in yo' purse?
"Nah but I got a Bic" A Bic?
Some dopefiend matches, a little bit of that and she'll suck yo' dick
She's a bootch, she fat, she out there bad
I promise you somethin proper Lil' Diva, the devil pleaser
The neighborhood head doctor, I give a FUCK about a chickenhead cluck
I'm tryin to get papered up, I'm gangsterous

Chorus

(The Mossie)
We import chickens from the Japanese
Drop 'em off to the young homies
If they come up short, we breakin knees, spines and spleens
Killers on the team greated at the age of thirteen
By all means makes niggaz buy cream from us
Triple beam dreams is a motherfuckin must
We slide through in a tough, black Expedition truck
If a nigga cross game they get ripped and bucked

(D-Shot)
Buck 'em up, lay 'em down nigga, we for the figures
If your money bigger, we got yo' head behind the trigger
Cough it up nigga, we want the combo to the safe
Give it up nigga, before I catch a murder case

(The Mossie)
(??) it up nigga, ain't no survivors so realize it
A half a ki, in the trunk is all mine, so penalize it
I hit the block, serve a flock of that, good white girl
Bust 'em down, bag 'em up and serve the whole damn world