E-40

(feat. Suga Free & Bo)

(talking)
Testing testing, Bosko where they at
Tonight swinger what we getting into

(Chorus: Bosko - 2x)
If you wanna dance we can do it tonight
If you wanna smoke c'mon it's alright
If you wanna drink c'mon we popping Don Perion
Doing the damn thang till the dawn

(E-40: bridge)
Love me tender, love me sweet, I'm a thug, pack my heat
All I do is spit these ki's, L-I-P's, overseas
Get your feddy, stack your bread
Make them duck heads give you head
If it's money, bout them dollas
Jack your stacks and pop your collars

(Verse 1: E-40)
Ooooh, fa shiggedel
So slick, so sly, so slal
Ghost pick, those thighs, those gals
Came prepared, to my last show
Fire it up, wire it up off of the a sal
Hide in the birds trying to throw it at me now
Let me breathe on you for a minute as I snatch up
This fine ass little brusslesprout and I have to apprehend her

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Suga Free)
Now guess what, what, chicken butt
Bitch goody goody, wait a minute
It wouldn't be cracking if my cousin
4-Tre wasn't in it, goody goody
Now if you wanna dance, smoke, drink
We got the party cracking like all for you baby
Goody goody, god, make a pimp wanna jump back
Goody goody, don't stop, the beat rock
Cause we hot, the heat rock, and don't stop
Believing, just get your money where you're breathing
This is for the thugs set butts in they laps, goody goody
And this is for E-40 and The Click in the land goody goody

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: E-40)
I prosaic, chemically imbalanced
Black folks, lactose and talerance
Red cup, strictly riding gut
Hard licking tricking, bitch playa banked up
Love the baby with the big butt
Walking up, to my F5-50 truck
What's your name, Sandra
Like that, where you from, Atlanta

(E-40: Bridge)

(Chorus - 2x)

This is the operator. I have a collect call from
"Hey this yo' potnah main!"
who is an inmate in a California State prison
To deny charges, hang up now
To accept charges, press five now

Mmmmm..... welllll
One love (one love)
ohhhhh (one love) The L, the L, the L, the L
One love (one love)
welll (there's only one love) The O, the O, the O, the O
One love (one love)
ohhhhh (one love) and the V, the V, the V, the V
One love (one love)
welll (there's only one love) it's the E, the E, the E, the E

Member that game Fat Bank Take Skinny Bank?
Well now we play Skinny Bank Take Fat Bank
That's because it ain't no work bein offered main
They act like they ain't even thinkin bout us main
I promise I swear the po-po threw my homey in the slammer
Did him bad, wish I had my candid camera, made me mad
Vanilla be swarmin like bees surveillance binoculars hidden in trees
Reliable sources copying keys, oh p-uh-please
One for the life, and two for death
Three damn strikes no chances left
Let me tell ya lil bout me
E-40 and the C-L-I-C we used to have to use
sheets for curtains, socks for washtowels
I was happy as hell when my cousin gave me his hand-me-downs
This ain't no happy Shirley Temple talleistic crap
This here is serious more Realistic than Radio Shack
Observe as I strike a nerve, reach out and touch my kind
Open up your photo album man, and I bet you find
Folks that passed away, potnahs that been blasted away
I miss you steal some liquor main, who got some tissue

One love (one love) One love
ohhhh (one love)
One love (one love) well well One love
well wellll (there's only one love)
One love (one love) One love
ohhhh (one love)
One love (one love) well well One love
well wellll (there's only one love)

Erybody wanna shoot em up bang bang
Way I was raised we had to knuckle up and throw them thangs
We got em up and you know I had to check em swell
Cuz if I ran home and didn't fight back my mom'd beat that tail
Just received word from my folks upstate
They said uh, they tryin ta, they tryin ta take away our weights
And uh, no more beef and pork just muslim books and fish fork
and laps around the yard with my Walkman bumpin this
Now I'm bouts ta get married, is it clever
Thought it was, till I got the Dear John letter
Been down for ten bucks and got a eight year stay
And I just found out she had her baby yesterday
Ain't nobody been to see me yet, but I ain't gonna worry
Man ya out there ballin main can you drop a twenty up in my commisary
Uhh, my family thinks that I'm a thug homie
When you see my momma man give her a hug for me
And tell her

One love (one love) One love
ohhhh (one love)
One love (one love) well well One love
well wellll (there's only one love)
One love (one love) One love
ohhhh (one love)
One love (one love) well well One love
well wellll (there's only one love)

Huh, thinkin back, you gotta watch your back and play it well
Enjoyed myself when I was out there tryin ta get in that mail
We used to kick it at the waterfront the whole Vallejo
Watchin the pervin contestses between E-40 and Del
That's what we did up under the bridge fools posted up
Choppin game conversatin gettin toast up
Leanin against my seamless convertible tops and boosted cleaners
Them Click boys mobbin deep in cuts, actin meanest
The good times, they gone, here in the can is my new phone
Guess in order to do some right I had to do some wrong
Picked up a package yesterday and I was HAPPY
It was a box and full of goodies from my PAPPY
Tripped me out ain't seen or heard from Poppa Duke in years
Sent me a picture and some fetti dang they sheadin tears
See first you born then you live then you die
One day soon I'll get another try, one love

One love (one love) One love
ohhhh (one love)
One love (one love) well well One love
well wellll (there's only one love)
One love (one love) One love
ohhhh (one love)
One love (one love) well well One love
well wellll (there's only one love)

(feat. Kokane)

[Chorus: Kokane]
Doin too much (too much), seven much (too much)
Don't you know that I'm the one
You can't get nothin over on me
Doin too much (too much), way too much (too much)
You doin too much - I'm the one

[E-40]
I see you over there peepin a player out from hella far away
Tryin to get with some of this here mackin
Apparently you ain't tryin hard enough cause if you was
you woulda been made your way over here to the V.I.P. with us
Where yo' man at? What's the matter with that clown
leavin a sharp-ass lil' broad like you up in here with all us players?
Hopefully you up in here with some of yo' friends, so some of my friends
can get with some of yo' friends and turn it into somethin
I'M - fin' to walk over here to the bar and get the bartender
to mix me one of my customized drinks without the blender
Get everybody up in the club up in here off the numb-numb juice
Vodka, 7-Up, and cran-apple juice (eww)
The ladies outnumber the fellas six-to-one
And me and my fellas up in here like good one pimp, we all won
The pretty ones in here are hot like a dog in heat
Touchin they toes, backin it up, and dancin like a freak

[Chorus]

[E-40]
MAN! I'm over here on super-purp' (super-purp')
Up in the club hollerin at somebody else's work
Yeah pimpin I'm up on all the slang that you make up
But I believe you stay about your marbles and be about your bacon
Youse a player about yours and I'm sensin and smellin
that youse one of them sharp-ass lil' sisters huh?
Might even want you to be my baby, maybe ma
Speakin upon my baby ma, here she comes
And she hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie momma
Same ol', same ol', dry-ass drama (drama)
Comin up in my face about the, child support
Talkin about, takin me to court (to court)

[Kokane]
Eww eww eww, takin me to court, can't work me
Most of these hoes be mo' full of shit than a Christmas turkey

[Chorus]

[E-40]
Well alright ho
Boss mo', player hater hater my noggin
D-Boy, people swear up and down I'm a rocker
But I'm a soil block turf hog built for battle
15's in the trunk, like a snake they rattle
Leave skid marks all on the gravel
Drivin like a bat outta hell to the hotel
Bounce roll rock skate side to side
Baby got the gin and the Astroglade (and the Astroglade)
I hopin that the jimmy don't bust
while I thrust much cush gush knock boots with lust
Swish swush loose nuts drop juice drip stuff
One two three fo' five six seven much!

[Chorus]

[Kokane]
Baby baby baby baby you doin too much (and all the fellas say)
Ah la la la la, la la (and all the ladies say)
Ohh la la la la, la la (and all the fellas say)
Ohh la la la la, la la (and all the ladies say)
Ohh la la la la, la la (and all the fellas say)
Ohh la la la la, la la (and all the ladies say)
{*fades out*}

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)

[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 (yeahhH!) David Banner
And E-40 Belafonte pimpskillet
Trust that, BOTCH! BEOTCH!!

(feat. Fabolous)

[Chorus]
(Kokane & E-40)
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)
Do what you do playa, (what you do)
Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)

[Verse 1]
(E-40)
???, Stackin' my mil
Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail
Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales
Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals
Payin' the rent
Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent
About my business, Memory like an elephant
Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream
Special represented tactics team, They out for teams
And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens
Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens, Spittin' licence, Police indicements
Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest
Ughhh, My heart made of granite
Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it
I didnt come in here empty handed
I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit
Been out the game, Did that mane
Valejeo I claim, Made the name
Feel my pain, Ghetto fame
Magazine Street hustla mane
Messin' around in the fast lane
Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs
Novas, Granadas, and Falcons
Project livin' and Public housin'

[Chorus]
(Kokane & Fabolous & E-40)
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind
(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)
In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh)
Do what you do playa, (what you do)
Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)

[Verse 2]
(Fabolous)
Its ghetto F-A-Beezy
F-A-Sheezy, Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies
Playboy, These techs spray easy
Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy
I get money on the grind
So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind
Ya honey gone be mine
Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly
The kids look sunny on the shine
I'm gettin' ticked off again
Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in
The Click often been
Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in
I got chicks offerin'
But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again
You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it
From the Brooklyn to the Bay
Bring the hook in by the way

[Chorus]
(Kokane & E-40)
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)
Do what you do playa, (what you do)
Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)
To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)
And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)
To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)
And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)

[Verse 3]
(Fabolous)
It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin'
Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in
You slow pokin' or speedin'
All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'
I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'
Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'
I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in
To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit
(E-40)
I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom)
Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)
Aint nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom)
Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules
Stuck to the script, Made a Click
All a my fellows and all a my dawgs
Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges
Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down
Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town
Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down
(write that down)

[Chorus]
(Kokane & E-40)
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)
Do what you do playa, (what you do)
Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)
To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)
And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)
To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)
And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)

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.

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

Chorus: LeVitti

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

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

Interlud: LeVitti

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

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

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

(feat. Miko, Stressmatic of The Federation)

(Verse 1: E-40)
Out here is sick, AR-70's and albino pits (Albino pits)
Patriots and bushmasters, home invasions and licks
I'm in it to make the most, you in it to flamboast (Boast)
You in it to tricking off to them hoes, I'm in to make her buy me some clothes (Clothes)
I be treating my scraper like a Rolls, lemme stop lying, no I don't (Don't)
I be sideways on two toys, all the rappers call me Unc (Unc)
Feasible, unheathable, the best thing that ever did it (Did it)
Incredible like E. Jerome, you pitch it, I'm a hit it (Hit it)
One of my youngsters just got popped with a thumper (Thumper)
They tryna wash him, they talking football numbers (Football numbers)
They tryna stop him, it's murk in the Ave (In the Ave)
Take one of mine, I'm take three of theirs (Three of theirs)
Some of you suckers can't take a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage)
A coon from a plum, kangaroo from a radish (From a raddish)
Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame)
Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane)

(Hook: Stressmatic x2)
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
... Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab

(Verse 2: Miko)
M wanted this piece, already (Already)
Squat a 33-year-old Chevy (Old Chevy)
Replace everything, all in Heat Cherry (Yeah)
So much chrome under the hood, straight scary
Get my grown man on, Sacramento Valley
On 22's, playboy vet rallies (Rallies)
Tremendo, to the extreme, where I go
Pimping I'm cleaner than a San Jose car show
... Hotter than Barstow in August
Chevy Land love me, I'm year one flawless (One flawless)
The law just, pull up beside me, give me the thumbs up
I turn the beat up like "That's what up"
Hah, studio tone, yadadamean
Got us mobbed out, smacking like magazine (Like magazine)
When I wanna roll deep, I gotta van (Gotta van)
But right now, it's young Meek in the waterbed

(Hook: Stressmatic x2)
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
... Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab

(Verse 3: E-40)
Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot like a broken stove
Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and Cholos
... On the soil, taking precaution
On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching, oooh
... Good grief, it's never been this ugly out here, we in some heavy beef
They left his body in the streets for twelve hours
Candlelight vigils, sidewalk funerals and flowers, oooh
These youngsters aint listening, they disrespecting me
Aint no OG's to holler at, no one to detonate, oooh
... Chemical babies, the parents smoking rocks
Plus they aint never had a chance to know God (To know God)
In my days, I was raised in the church
Momma did what she could just to keep us off the turf (Keep us off the turf)
... But it aint no one to blame (But)
But Noriega and Regan and rock cocaine

(Hook: Stressmatic x2)
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
... Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab

(feat. Miko, Stressmatic of The Federation)

(Verse 1: E-40)
Out here is sick, AR-70's and albino pits (Albino pits)
Patriots and bushmasters, home invasions and licks
I'm in it to make the most, you in it to flamboast (Boast)
You in it to tricking off to them hoes, I'm in to make her buy me some clothes (Clothes)
I be treating my scraper like a Rolls, lemme stop lying, no I don't (Don't)
I be sideways on two toys, all the rappers call me Unc (Unc)
Feasible, unheathable, the best thing that ever did it (Did it)
Incredible like E. Jerome, you pitch it, I'm a hit it (Hit it)
One of my youngsters just got popped with a thumper (Thumper)
They tryna wash him, they talking football numbers (Football numbers)
They tryna stop him, it's murk in the Ave (In the Ave)
Take one of mine, I'm take three of theirs (Three of theirs)
Some of you suckers can't take a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage)
A coon from a plum, kangaroo from a radish (From a raddish)
Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame)
Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane)

(Hook: Stressmatic x2)
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
... Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab

(Verse 2: Miko)
M wanted this piece, already (Already)
Squat a 33-year-old Chevy (Old Chevy)
Replace everything, all in Heat Cherry (Yeah)
So much chrome under the hood, straight scary
Get my grown man on, Sacramento Valley
On 22's, playboy vet rallies (Rallies)
Tremendo, to the extreme, where I go
Pimping I'm cleaner than a San Jose car show
... Hotter than Barstow in August
Chevy Land love me, I'm year one flawless (One flawless)
The law just, pull up beside me, give me the thumbs up
I turn the beat up like "That's what up"
Hah, studio tone, yadadamean
Got us mobbed out, smacking like magazine (Like magazine)
When I wanna roll deep, I gotta van (Gotta van)
But right now, it's young Meek in the waterbed

(Hook: Stressmatic x2)
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
... Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab

(Verse 3: E-40)
Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot like a broken stove
Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and Cholos
... On the soil, taking precaution
On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching, oooh
... Good grief, it's never been this ugly out here, we in some heavy beef
They left his body in the streets for twelve hours
Candlelight vigils, sidewalk funerals and flowers, oooh
These youngsters aint listening, they disrespecting me
Aint no OG's to holler at, no one to detonate, oooh
... Chemical babies, the parents smoking rocks
Plus they aint never had a chance to know God (To know God)
In my days, I was raised in the church
Momma did what she could just to keep us off the turf (Keep us off the turf)
... But it aint no one to blame (But)
But Noriega and Regan and rock cocaine

(Hook: Stressmatic x2)
Block, block, block, block boi
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi
... Block, block, block, block boi
Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab

Bootsee let me define it you can rewind it after I finish spittin'
Now I want you to tell me if you know somebody in yo town that fit the description
A sucka, a ignorant mothafucka
One of them show boatin' high sidin' want to get some attention type nagas
Just as flashy but bitches be askin me
If they can borrow a couple of bucks until tuesday
Pleases that man go say no man be tryin to play Captain Save A Hoe
Gettin marked by all them sneaky caniving ass set up hoes
You see bootsee is that ol' nigga with that ol' gold around his neck
Gold around his muthafuckin house, gold around his muthafuckin pet
Got everybody in the town thinkin' he sittin' nice on at least 20 ki's
But bootsee ain't movin nothin but half thangs
Straight fuckin with some of y'all niggas domes
Braggin and boastin, How can I make this shit look clean
Y'all really want to know who the man behind the fat sack well lookie here
Sho nuf ain't bootsee boss and thats for sure
Cuz bootsee be frontin himself off y'all niggas just don't know
The ones you least expect you know them square ass niggas in your city
They be the ones who have a grip , they be the ones who be sittin pretty
Instead of tryin to be super to start a fuckin track man
What a nigga really need to do is sit back and straight stack man
Cuz I've been on this Earth for 3 and some odd months man
Trippin off how these niggas out here be straight transforming
Laughing and smiling, loving and hugging a brother grinning
Turn around and talk behind your back the next minute
Bitch we call him bootsee

Chorus
Let me define it you can rewind it after I finish spittin
But what about bootsee
It be them bootsee muthafuckas in your town that's always game
It be them bootsee muthafuckas in your town that's always game
bootsee is that busta with in no gizame,
with in no gizame, with in no gizame

You's a loud talkin runnin off the mouth deeck
Wishy washy be puttin yourself on front street
Sloppy grindin, failizing, bitch buying pussy licka
That's what hella heads be sayin about that bootsee nigga
And ah
In case some of y'all ain't knowin this
Do to do almost anything to be noticed
Like ah
Pull out his whole bank account and dang near everything he owns
And ah
Tell everybody in the hood that he got a chip in his phone
And how the fuck you gone be about you scratch when you gossip like a
batch
And all them fools know where your stash be at
That ain't no sharp shit
Nigga that's that hoe shit
Potna just keep on doin what you do and watch your perv get peeled
Ridin around here loose stickin out dumb like a soar thumb
Nigga tell the truth
Don't have a gun but I need one
You want to come up quick in this old shit so you can get it
But how the fuck you gone make your revees givin out credit
To tweakers, droamers, drifters, leftovers, geekers, zombies
Folks that steal from they mommies
When I was doin my thang I had strategy main
Sellin' that ?hite girl?you should have seen me main
You would have been proud of yo nigga cuz I was briliant wid it
I snuck in and snuck out without slippin in it
Get what you need out the game and sit your ass down
Invest your money in some thangs and start clockin' pal

{*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

Bring it please
yeah bring it
Bring the yellow
tape why? im going
to chitchat again

C.I.A Is going
bring your yellow
tape yeah bring it
^^^oh stop woring^^^
I realy want to go

just do it
over
just do it
over
& over agian

[Intro: features sample of an ice cream truck]
You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*}
원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지

[E-40]
Uh! (the candy man!) E-40!
Uh! (캔디맨!) E-40!

[Snoop Dogg]
Sticky icky! Snoop Dogg!
끈적끈적하게! Snoop Dogg!

DPG, MC Eiht, Goldie Loc

[E-40]
E-40! Yeah...

[Snoop Dogg]
Talk to 'em nephew (the candy man!)
얘기해봐 조카야 (캔디맨!)

Come on..
이리 와..

[E-40]
Narcotics is the death merchant. shipping and handling yola I supply
마약중독자는 죽음의 상인, 마리화나를 수입하고 처분하지

Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye (out my eye!)
일어나서 눈꼽을 뗄 시간 (뗄 시간!)

What y'all tryna buy pimpin y'know it's kinda dry!
다 뭘 사려고 하는거야, 넌 좀 재미가 없는데!

Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left that'll last me through the year
그래, 내겐 올 한 해를 버틸만큼의 파이가 약간 있어

Yola, (ewwww!) ice cream caaandy! (What it do?)
마리화나 (ewwww!) 아이스크림 캔디! (뭘 하는건데?)

Man that shit be comin in haaandy!
이봐, 이거 되게 간편하다고!

(Ewwww!) It's real walkie talkie (What else?)
(Ewwww!) 워키토키랑 같아 (그리고?)

I got that from the DB's, my cousin.. work dirty!
내 사촌 DB's에게서 얻었지.. 지저분한 일을 하는 녀석!

If you want 'em I got 'em, you hoping to cop it, you better be about yo' grit! (grit!)
원한다면 내게 있어, 넌 얻길 바라지, 그렇다면 강하게 밀어붙여봐 (붙여봐!)

Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip (lip!)
겁쟁이들은 삼켜, 시큼한 액이 입술에 흘러내려 (내려!)

Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker (sucker!)
짐승의 등장, 다 빨아먹지, 바보처럼 굴지마 (굴지마!)

Be a block monster, be a reputable motherfucker (motherfucker!)
거리의 괴물이 돼, 논란거리가 될만한 개자식이 돼 (개자식이 돼!)

(Ewwww!) Real mash with my Spanish (Spanish!)
(Ewwww!) 내 스페인어랑 붙어봐 (붙어봐!)

If ain't about no gouda, potna you can vanish
만약 돈이 없으면, 파트너 이만 사라져줘

(Ewwww!) Don't get put up in yo' place
(Ewwww!) 니 영역에서 쓰러지지 말고

Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space
1.2m만 떨어져있어줘, 1온스의 공간을 줘

[Chorus]
You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*}
원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지

[Snoop Dogg over Chorus]
Sticky icky icky! Ahh, ahh!
끈적끈적하지! 아, 아!

You know I got that candy.. yeah!
내겐 캔디가 있지.. yeah!

Boss Dogg, Snoopy D O dub

Trip.. check game
자.. 들어봐

[Snoop Dogg]
Now-A-Later's, gum drops, jelly beans
Now-A-Later's, 껌, 젤리콩

Lollipops and triple beams
막대사탕과 마약 저울

Blue carpet, yeah that's the treatment
파란 카펫, 그래 이 정도면 적당해

Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin it
달콤한 캔디, 모두다 먹고 있지

Bigg Snoop Dogg, I'm the star of this
Bigg Snoop Dogg, 이곳의 스타이지

So gone on and get yourself a bar of this
그러니 어서 내 랩 한 마디를 들어봐

No change man.. gimme the bucks
변한 건 없어.. 돈을 내놔

The kinda candy I sell they call it deez nutz
내가 파는 캔디를 그들은 Deez Nutz라 부르지

(DEEZ NUTZ!!!) I'm almond with the caramel insides
(DEEZ NUTZ!!!) 나는 속에 카라멜이 들어간 아몬드

You were playin front end with the french fries
넌 프렌치 프라이를 가지고 앞에서 알짱거렸지

How it feel man? What it look like?
어떤 기분이야? 어떻게 생겼어?

I'm in your neighborhood, pullin on some Bud Light
난 니 동네에 와서 Bud Light를 마시고 있어

Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper
달콤하고 끈적거리지, 포장지를 벗겨

Now put it in your mouth
이제 니 입 속에 넣어봐

To the beat of the drum, it'll be fun
드럼 비트에 맞춰서, 재밌을거야

and I bet you can't just eat one (Candy!)
하나만 먹고 관둘 수도 없을걸 (캔디!)

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg over Chorus]
Oh... candy! You want it, we got it, we got it!
오... 캔디! 원하잖아, 우리에게 있어, 우리에게!

Heh heh.. yeah! MC Eiht... Goldie Loc

War Zone.. who got that candy?
War Zone.. 누구에게 캔디가 있나?

Come on...
이리 와...

[MC Eiht]
I'm in the hood with the six-trey candy paint
난 캔디색 차를 타고 동네를 돌아다녀

Lil' somethin to chunk, make the hoes all faint
특별한 매력, 여자들은 기절하지

If you know when to beep, jump my baby rate
호출할 시간대를 알고 있다면, 내게 연락해(?)

When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady
그녀의 엉덩이를 잡고, 가만히 있지

Yeah.. she my one and only
그래.. 그녀는 나의 유일한 사랑

Quick to keep back haters who don't know me
나를 모르는 안티들은 뒤로 물러서

I... feel... good about candy (Candy!)
난... 캔디가... 아주 좋아 (캔디!)

My gangstas understand me
갱스터 친구들도 이해하지

[Goldie Loc]
Shake it baby, don't break it baby, now can you make it clap? (clap!)
흔들어 베이비, 부러뜨리지 말고, 큰 소리가 나게 해볼래? (clap!)

Tryna fit this work in your gap (gap!)
니 틈새로 들어갈 기술을 발휘해 (발휘해!)

Drop it like it water pagoda, get my hustle on
마치 물처럼 흔들어봐, 난 접근할게

I get it from you then I step on you to bubble on
네 모든 것을 가져가고 자극시켜

It's gettin sweeter than a sugar cane
지팡이 캔디보다도 달콤해지지

Here come that sugar daddy, black, rollin on gold thangs
여기 달콤한 남자가 간다, 금을 걸치고서 다가가

Fo'shigiddy, he turned it into somethin, boy
확실하게, 그는 뭔가 특별한 걸 만들었지

'Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy (Candy!)
나도 내 Almond Joy 없이 이 더러운 게임을 떠날 수 없어 (캔디!)

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg over Chorus]
Ooohhhwwweee! Heh heh heh, yeah!

It's so tasty! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt!
정말 맛있지! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt!

DPG! I know y'all got that candy man!
DPG! 너네들에게도 캔디가 있지!

Gimme some of that candy man
캔디를 약간만 떼줘

Talk to me one time! For real, for real...
한 번 내게 얘기를 걸어봐! 정말로, 정말로...

[Daz Dillinger]
'It's like candy, candy!' Get it how you want it
'마치 캔디 같아, 같아!' 원하는 대로 가져봐

Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner
휘두르고, 꼬고, 네 차를 구석에서 몰고 나와

While I, taadow, check out this bizarre
그동안 난, taadow(?), 이 이상한 장면을 봐

The D-A-T the N-I double G, the D-A-Z
D-A-T the N-I G 두 개, the D-A-Z

Again it's up in the wind, feel the breeze for shit
다시 한 번 바람에 맞서네, 산들바람을 느껴

God damn! You already know who I am
젠장! 내가 누군지 넌 벌써 알잖아

Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches
크롬 대 크롬, 파랑 대 파랑, 보석 장식의 스위치

Hit the gas, hit the brake, y'all really burn rubber?
엑셀을 밟아, 브레이크를 밟아, 타이어는 태워봤나?

Dip, drop, drop, dip
*움직이는 걸 표현한 거에요. 어떻게 표현해야할지 난감하군요-_-

Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip!
멈춰, dip, 유령처럼 차를 몰고 달려!

[Kurupt]
Yeah, nigga.. shot caller
그래, 친구.. 총격전을 일으켜

It's America's number one baller
미국의 제일 가는 갱스터

Man I don't give a fuck.. like, 'Fuck it'
난 아무 것도 신경쓰지 않아.. '좇까'

High riders.. slide in the bucket
레벨 높은 녀석.. 이 안으로 들어와

Little momma all up on a nigga like a coat
마치 코트처럼 남자를 감싸는 아가씨

I got the perfect thang that'll coat her throat (Candy!)
나도 그녀의 목을 감쌀 좋은 물건을 가지고 있지 (캔디!)

[Chorus w/ two extra lines]

[Snoop Dogg over Chorus]
Candy! So tasty.. candy, candy!
캔디! 아주 맛있지.. 캔디, 캔디!

Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah nigga, we got that candy man
그래! 하하! 그래 임마, 우리에게 캔디가 있어

We don't sell it at the liquor store either man
그냥 술집에서만 파는 게 아냐

We sell it everywhere we go
가는 곳마다 팔아제껴

Holla, holla! (Candy!)
안녕, 안녕! (캔디!)

Three thousand motherfuckin pieces, you understand me?
3000 조각으로, 알겠어?

I wish a motherfucker would come in this motherfucker
그 개자식이 이 노랠 들었으면 좋겠군

If I see Suge right now, I'd tell him, 'Hey, how you doin Suge?'
만약 지금 Suge를 본다면, 말해주겠지, '이봐 요즘 어떻게 지내 Suge?'

{*laughing*} I didn't even know you were standing there nigga
거기 니가 서있었는지 몰랐어

My bad!
미안!

You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (uh, the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (e-fo’ty) You want em’ I got em’ (sticky-icky) Drippin like water (Snoop Dogg) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (DPG) … You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ (E-FO’TY) Drippin like water’ You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (Talk to em nephew) (the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) [E-40] Narcoticvizzmender meth Merchant Shipping and Handling your life supply Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye Whatcha yall trying buy pimpin you know its kinda dry here I only got a couple of pies left to last me through the year Ooo Ice Cream Caandy, Man that shit be coming in haaandy. It’s real walky talky, I got that from the db’s my cousin, Work Dirty if you want it I got it we offer to Cop or be up out your grip devour any Coward sour slippery at the lip Beast up, suck up to none, no be no sucka Be a block monster be irreparable mother fuckaa (mother fuckaa) Real Manish with my Spanish. If it aint bout no cuta partner you can vanish Don’t get put up in your place Give me 40 free, then a Ounce a Spaceee(CANDY) (ounce a spaace) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (Sticky-icky-ickyyyy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (you know I got that candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (yeah) You Want em’ I got em’ (boss dogg) Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (snoopy d o dubb) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (trip) You Want em’ I got em’ (check, gang-gang..gang) Drippin like water’(CANDY) Now or laters, gum drops, jelly beans Lollypops and triple beams Bluecarpet yeah that’s the treatment Candy so sweet got everybody eating it [Snoop Dogg] Big snoop Dogg.. Im the star of this.. So gone and get your self a bar of this No change mane.. Gimmie the bucks The kinda candy I sell, they call it Deeez nuts (deez nuts) Im on it wit the carmel insides You up here, front end, wit the French fries How it feel man? What it look like? Im in your neighborhood pulling on some bud light Sweet.. n’Sticky Take it out the wrapper.. Now put it in your mouf To the beat of the drum it’ll be fun and I bet you cant just eat one (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (you want it? we got it) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (warzone) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (who got that candy?) Drippin like water (CANDY) [MC Eight] Im in the hood with the 6-trae Candy Paint Lil’ something some to choke make the hoes all faint and you know when there beef, jump my baby brake when my grip round the butt I hold her state JYeaaah….She my one and only Quick to kick back haters who don’t know me I.. feel.. Good.. About (CANDY).. my gangsters understand me [Goldie Loc] Shake baby don’t break it baby now can you make it clap clap? trying to fit this work in your gap gap.. Drop it like water I gotta get my hustle on I get it from ya then I step on it to bubble on.. (bubble on) It’s getting sweeter than a sugar cane.. Here come that sugadaddy Lack rollin on gold fangs Fo’shiggity we turn it into something boy cause I cant leave this filthy gang without my almond joy(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (ooooooo-weeeeee) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (yeah) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (hey yo Daz..) You want em’ I got em’ (Corrupt..) Drippin like water (CANDY) (DPG..) You want em’ I got em’ (I know yall got.. Drippin like water ..that candy man) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water(CANDY) (gimmie some of that candy mane) You want em’ I got em’ (talk to me one time) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (for real) Drippin like water(CANDY) [Daz Dillinger] It’s like Candaaayy.. (candaay) Get How ya want it, Whip it, Twist it, POP You whip up on a corner Wah-lah, Tah Dah, Check out this bizarre The D-A-T-N-I double G The D-A-Z Again is up in the wind, feel the breeze FA SHEEZ God damn, you already know who I am Chrome on Chrome, Blue on Blue Floss color switches, hit the gas hit the break yall really burn rubber Dip.. Drop.. Drop.. Dip.. Stop.. Dip.. Ghost ride the whiiiiip [Corrupt] Yeah.. _______Shot caller It’s America’s #1 baller Man I don’t give a fuck, Like fuck it. High, Bye, Slide in the bucket little mama all up on a nigga like a coat I got the perfect thang, to coat her throat (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (haha, yeah nigga) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (we got that candy mane) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (we don’t sell it at the liquor store neither) Drippin like water (we sell it everywhere we go) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water .. (like water…) …. (CANDY)

Chorus: E-40 and 'Hoes'

Ah is a, Ah is a, Should I save her?

Chorus: E-40 and 'Hoes'

Ah is a, Ah is a, Should I save her?

*Ah is a, Ah is a, Should I save her?(I want to be saved!!!!) (x4)It's 1994 and niggas need to miss me be savin' these hoes You know how these tricks we be buyin' em clothesWanna taxi hoes on vogues with the beatAnd have em sittin' next to em in the front seatBut not B see I'm a hog up out the VAnd my motto is fuck a hoe and hit the throttleTo the smoke talkin' on my Okie doeWorld wide I got a clydes up in TokoyoLook up in the sky it's a bird it's a planeWhat's that niggas name? (Captain save a hoe main)More faster than a speeding bullet To put on his cape and scaredI put the fake the fake the funk the funkTo me that's not the way to do itCaptain muthafuckin' Save a Hoe game to meFlexin just like a little ol' bitch All up in front of my companyHad to check his ass with an ear check dump and pumpin' Talkin' to him while I'm beatin' his assPumpin' fear talkin' bout nigga you gone retrospect somethin here*RepeatMr. super trick Mr. super snitchYeah, you wanna kill me cuz I fucked ya bitchYou should had your cape on tight that nightCuz a nigga like the Shot sho plugs em rightAnd now yo batch is straight callin me lovin meOn the under for the porno star that I beAnd don't you come in my face with that trick shitYa betta try some more shitI got the gift to grab any batch That I want but I don'tCuz batches now a days will get you caught up in some funk Oh no, I'm not tryin' to save you hoes 'nHow come when I was broke you wasn't brown nosin'?The other day you see me smobbin' down magazineWith some ol' nigga in your car lookin' at me meanI stopped in the middle of the street Reached under seat to grab my heatMan that's the same motherfuckerthat I got into it with at the club last weekMan them niggas can't fade They bith made And so they start But niggas with no heart Don't want no part to this Nigga rollin' with the Funk MobbAnd when it's funk The pump will spit them double lawsSo what you doin' when we roll through you hideoutI let my mack get off and then I rides outWith your ass there smokin' like an incentYou savin hoes nigga and that's bitch shit*RepeatI'm crossin' up niggas and bitches And even snitches just for my richesCaptain Save A Hoe I ain't got no problem with that ol shitI gives a damn as long as he's payin'It ain't my fault because he's sprung off my landI'm cashin' GA checks, go to the bank Hank If your breath stank, you get ganked mainLong as a trick comes fallin' down That gets me all upset to put on my suit and clownBut make that nigga take care your kids Make that nigga call your kids hisMake that nigga get out there and work Make his ass buy you a Brinun BurkIt's all part of that nigga take care of me Pussy whipped nigga come save meBatches out there be on the look out For Captain save a hoe Cuz he's savin hoes*Repeat *Repeat just second line (x4)Yeah baby, what's up you wanna get your hair doneCome on let's go down to Lee and Kim Nail'sWe can get your nails done, get your hair doneWhat about your kids? How many kids you got? Two?Ah, yeah that's cool we can go feed and cloth them kidsWe can go down and get the hook up at Durant SquareYeah baby I do anything for yaWant you phone cranked on, I can get it cranked on to my nameMatter of fact I get you a cellular phone and a pagerWe can get that package deal down there at Cellular OneBaby I'm here for you I got you

Marinatin on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can tell that the hillside was his home
Mo' scratch than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chop suey in the bushes

[E-40]
Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one left with yo-yo
Seven houses down, black street, dark (?) folk don't matter tho'
I don't know who to trust, what to look fo'
How many niggaz wanna kill me?
I'm havin a, hard time tryin to determine
if that's the homey, or the enemy
Ol' shady-ass, no build for that
Just lookin like he plottin on somethin-ass nigga
But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin
and I'll get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga
One of the main rules, of the game, without a doubt
Nigga don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it
Nigga that's a good way to get your brains blow out
Motherfucker like me get to flashin then I lose it
Leave that ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you betta be real about this shit
If you in it you in it don't be no punk
Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggaz don't FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK

[T-Pup]
Two brothers goin sack for sack
in the back of the 'llac, takin a whiffle
Strippin the fuck up out of some willow
Poppin ecstasy like Skittles
It'll get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones
Way girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it
What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess
Keep your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and smoke us
Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No mercy on haters or no bitches
Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take some chances
so we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

Chorus: various singers together

Takin all these CHANCES
You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES
Penitentiary CHANCES
You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES

Chorus Two: Cold 187um, Kokane + more (repeat 2X)

I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Til I copped a sack, and put it down like that
and rolled out like it didn't even fade me

[Yukmouth]
Nigga - slang suga delight enough to get my hustle right
It's double like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights
Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokest
motherfucker, now I'm the closest nigga to ballin ferocious
motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard
(Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't easy and motherfucker only if you breezy
Easy does it, I does it do it off the fluid
Come with the newest shit I come through with
Bitch don't you hear the music?
(Don't you hear the music? Too sexy for my shirt)
Too sexy for my shirt so bad hurt
niggaz on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirt
a Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of X-O
or maybe cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of ethel
You can't love it, don't leave the ghetto
Me and I'm heated like two jugs of methyl

[Numskull]
Damn, (??)cydal shit when vital shit starts to happen
Eager to be the nigga just for cappin
Strappin up ain't no thang, it's survival
It's makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals
It's +Higher Learning+, but it's +True Lies+
when it comes to the +Superfly+
Speedy Gonzalez destroyes from the Eastside
Is it ridicule or stardom? Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon
I'm makin niggaz fall like cops on +Rage in Harlem+
(Beotch!) I'm on some moonshine shit
Bit the cork off the Cristal
I'm drunk so let me chill for a while

Chorus
Chorus Two

[Celly Cel]
Aww yeah yeah now niggaz know
Well ain't no sense in me fuckin around
My stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound
to touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks
Slide a faulty bitch up under these niggaz
and killin 'em off with sex
Ain't no tellin what angle I'm comin with these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin tap dancers
on your hood for breedin snitch bitch-made niggaz
Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed niggaz
I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters
(??) take a long time business to get paid
to get rid of you cheater
Chatter police-ass niggaz takin chances (takin chances)
Man you can't fuck with these circumstances

[E-40]
And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin to mark them yungsta
cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some garbage dusters
Tryin to throw yo' weight around,
like you gon', uhh, take over a spot
Nigga don't you know these youngsters nowadays
be off that water and hot?

Chorus
Chorus Two

[E-40 + girl]
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a player just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a hustler just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a gangster just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a baller just like you

[E-40]
Dem your friends over there? Nah! Who you with then, nobody?
That's what I figured
Sittin at the bar, pervin all by yourself
Gettin nice and liquored
You said - truuue, I'm havin problems with my dawg
And I said - oooh, my broad just left me for a broad
We in the same boat foxy lady lil' momma pretty woman
I'm beginnin to think we got somethin in common
Confirmation, verification, lack of communication in our relationship
Drama (drama) just picture me and you gettin our freak on in the sauna (sauna)
Stress free without no rubbers or no condoms (condoms)
That's the real, treatin each other, crustaceans, {?} or Benihana's
No more 7/11, time for real chimichongas
Sheeeit, f'real f'real, we'll change the program up so quick

[E-40 + girl]
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a player just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a hustler just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a gangster just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a baller just like you

[Too $hort]
I see her choosin, it won't take me long
I got too much game, so I cain't be wrong
Ain't no safety zone, for a bitch when I'm around
I lead her anywhere and go pimp her by the town
I'm Too $hort baby that's what I do
You wanna play all the broads, but I do too
You know the rules of the game, take my hoe, ain't no shame
Cause I can do the same thang
You wanna sleep wit her, be sneaky and try to creep wit her
She take his cash and he let her
Not knowin, I was gon' get it all
You love the way we players ball

[E-40 + girl]
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a player just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a hustler just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a gangster just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a baller just like you

[Too $hort]
She like them paid niggaz, let 'em have they way wit it
She like them baller niggaz yaeh you know we all hit it
She like them real G's who treat her like she's filthy
She like to keep the square even though she still be fuckin
with that other nigga, that's what she likes
Niggaz packin pistols

[E-40]
Niggaz ridin bikes
Rated PG if you keep on the lights
You ain't gotta work hard, you his wife
Fight in clubs and I'm lookin at the price
Nails and toes, get some done
Not his kid but he calls him son
I don't know what you did but you got him sprung
Never me doe (me doe) I'm hard as a diamond
That ain't me hoe (me hoe) I'm a hustler
be timin to the utmost (utmost) shinin and grindin
with my kinfolk (kinfolk) collectin and stackin my loot
Steppin with soldiers and trues, pimpin and panderin hoes
Strikin a player pose (strikin a player pose)

[E-40 + girl]
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a player just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a hustler just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a gangster just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a baller just like you - 1/2

[Outro]
That's what she is
A funky, once a month bleedin, dirty down BITCH
That what she is, you know what I'm sayin?
Like you call me a pimp
Somebody somebody would take that offensively
A square would, you know what I'm sayin?
Or some, some brothers get mad cause you say nigga
Right? Well the bitch, to her
At least to, to my hoes, that's more of a, a pet name

I flipped a Lexi, speed up and catch me
Lexus of Concord, reached out and touched me
Some of you hoe fake ass niggas like Roz, be messy
I know some beautiful black intelligent women, they're sexy
E-40's back and blackened
I don't be barkin, nor even high cappin
You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin
Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven
Bet your persodian, 30-R-6-castodian
Special shout to Casual Del the Souls and opium
About the town, the Valley-Joe
Just like a democratic, I'm for' the po'
Fuck the bumble, New Clik Shit ain't no punk hoe
Pedestrian stumble sound like a gorilla
tryin to get up out of a trunk hoe
Continue strikin it, hope you likin it
Filthy McNasties at the bus stop hitchhikin' it
Every egg that I pull in bulges
When it comes to spittin I'm ferocious
Management in cabbages, Savage
Hangin out when all the sudden I'm eatin ham sandwiches
All day, everyday, 40 play, he say
She say, bieetch! that-a-way
Keep it goin though - don't stop
Shakin baking soda, forms a rock
36 steps on a triple beam scale
Burn the duct tape but keep all the ya-yo
Rip a peel, extra crisp, really really
Ate it like I'm a specialist
(Drisidrisomina?) is the illest zaggin
Thinkin I put cause like this
You know I'm (puzackin'?)
M the mornin, cookin bacon
From the ghetto in the bullet-proof apron
Here comes the laws, valium crushin through my balls
I rip my drawers runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs
Some niggaz hate me, some niggaz love me
Some niggaz shake my paw, some niggaz mug
I see ya tweakin, I see ya peekin
Y'all bootches with me, why you sleepin?
A motherfucker ain't gotta be Flash Gordon
always runnin up the backstreets in a batch
That having a hoe protect the shit won't work
that batch just wants your scrizzach
Lettin em know, preferred zodiac sign Scorpio
See the breeze soldier, V-A-L-L-E-J-O
Never show witness to your
Never leave your crib with out your pepper, beeotch!
I'm tryin to get legal with it
Open up a shop cotton candy and licorice
Cash in stashes, that's a must
We leavin with a million and that's a plus
Don't get it twisted, don't try to find me
Might be in Switzerland, or Hawaii
1-2-3-40, wheels new shoes scrappin toe to toe
Crack black jack and keno, strike sideways hit Reno
Ball cappin, no smilin
Sittin lo somethin profilin, beeitch!
Fuck the bumble, you bitches it ain't no punk hoe
You clits it ain't no punk hoe

<i>[Outro chit chat]</i>

Zapp IV beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back
Water in the duals make loud glass pack
Gold tippytoes without a liquor crown
Bought a set of vogues and left the, stickers on
Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks
Paid cash, all ones
Some old bitch came up to me and said, "What's the latest bro?"
I said, "I'm tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas hoe"
She said, "Can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard"
I said, "You can work the strips and on my boulevard"
"How much would I make?" I said, "Mega
Just bring me back my scrill scratch paper"
Heart heart money money street street hustle
Sex, drugs, smuggle, bubble
Horns, dialin, speakers, subbin
Sound just like the inside of a club-bin
How many times could a Conrad come so buttery?
Always on to' back have people lovin me
Alcoholic drunk that ain't no gimmick B
I'm always in and out the Betty Ford clinic see
Drunk paraphenalia cream butterscotch
Illegal like a garbage of hover rocks
Workin off my pager you know the ropes I'm makin that
cabbage cornbread like Oprah
Diamond satch-uels from ja-fuckin-hoe
Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt
In a Major Way I tried to told ya
Niggaz have my shit fucked back in the days but now they know a
Sold a bunch of units underground
They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town
Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main
But I'm alive, they was talkin about somebody else main

[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

[Chorus - E-40]
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this

[E-40 - Verse 1]
When I told ya I had a white gurl
I thought yall was gonna hurl
Yall looked sick but the bitch still suck on my dick
{ohh}
But to all my niggaz in the pin and some wating to get it in
I want all yall niggas to....

[Chorus - E-40]
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this

[Doe - Verse 2]
This is a discipline rap for my niggaz back in tha bin
Tryin to hustle for the tin
A discipline tracks for my niggaz that rap
But now im back and I hope ya dont do that ...
Soul is the heart of it I hope I can get every lil bit of it
But sometimes ya gotta slow it down
Like the few Mc's that do shows in my town
Back in 2000 the rap game was lackin
Like some of them rappers bringin two steps back in
But today is the day for hunger in the game
It aint bout the fame its all about the brains
And if you got that and yo rhymes are phat
Gone on head and do that
But ya always gotta think ...
Ohh u thought I stopped rappin
Put yo money back in the bank on my rank im numba 1
You is numba 2 I dont know what cha gone do
Ya gotta think it threw but too all my Mc's
Back in the game this shit it like it was back in the day
Im bout to thorw the fist all my hoes do ya head like this {ohh}

[Chorus - E-40]
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this

[E-40 - Verse 3]
Check it out now
My boy doe just ripped it
Sip it smkoe it do sumthin wid it
Get suppa sick wid it
Girl im headin to tha south
I really want u to head down south if u know what I mean
Use ur mouth like ur in a bath ridin on a rath
But to all my niggaz in the pin and some wating to get it in
I want all yall niggas to....

[Chorus - E-40]
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this

[Keak Da Sneak - Verse 4]
Super hyipihe in this bitch smokin on da litch
Throw that bitch right back in that nasty ass ditch
X on my side slab on my phab my car shoot bullets
Like the arm of donavaon mccnabb but think fast hoe
4-4 gone blow me and e-40 we got all the dough
But my boy doe he git it to he hustlin at 14
Tryin to get a wagur too

[Chorus - E-40]
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this

[Chorus - E-40]
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this

[E-40 - Verse 1]
When I told ya I had a white gurl
I thought yall was gonna hurl
Yall looked sick but the bitch still suck on my dick
{ohh}
But to all my niggaz in the pin and some wating to get it in
I want all yall niggas to....

[Chorus - E-40]
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this

[Doe - Verse 2]
This is a discipline rap for my niggaz back in tha bin
Tryin to hustle for the tin
A discipline tracks for my niggaz that rap
But now im back and I hope ya dont do that ...
Soul is the heart of it I hope I can get every lil bit of it
But sometimes ya gotta slow it down
Like the few Mc's that do shows in my town
Back in 2000 the rap game was lackin
Like some of them rappers bringin two steps back in
But today is the day for hunger in the game
It aint bout the fame its all about the brains
And if you got that and yo rhymes are phat
Gone on head and do that
But ya always gotta think ...
Ohh u thought I stopped rappin
Put yo money back in the bank on my rank im numba 1
You is numba 2 I dont know what cha gone do
Ya gotta think it threw but too all my Mc's
Back in the game this shit it like it was back in the day
Im bout to thorw the fist all my hoes do ya head like this {ohh}

[Chorus - E-40]
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this

[E-40 - Verse 3]
Check it out now
My boy doe just ripped it
Sip it smkoe it do sumthin wid it
Get suppa sick wid it
Girl im headin to tha south
I really want u to head down south if u know what I mean
Use ur mouth like ur in a bath ridin on a rath
But to all my niggaz in the pin and some wating to get it in
I want all yall niggas to....

[Chorus - E-40]
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this

[Keak Da Sneak - Verse 4]
Super hyipihe in this bitch smokin on da litch
Throw that bitch right back in that nasty ass ditch
X on my side slab on my phab my car shoot bullets
Like the arm of donavaon mccnabb but think fast hoe
4-4 gone blow me and e-40 we got all the dough
But my boy doe he git it to he hustlin at 14
Tryin to get a wagur too

[Chorus - E-40]
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this

I'm really not all that sure
bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a grip
and hit his ass quick with one of them whoops
(What's the definition of a lick?)
Taking a niggaz shit
(Hey put that on sumthin)
I put that on The Click, The Click
Back to fuckin work one of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted
them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's called survival
What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled
(bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false
We had em eatin, shit 'posed to been squashed
I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all
She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball
Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious

Nigga been holdin guts, but shit on hisself and a funky bill
Pullin out bills, frontin on material shit
that's when I get to killin shit (killin shit)
And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug
Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin this twisted
It's that bitch that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's
while a nigga be puttin on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton
before you can hit the broccoli
See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money
Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets
That's why that nigga naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets
It's just a part of the game he didn't feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted
Dusted and di-motherfuckin-sgusted

Some cold hearted shit
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted bitches
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas
Some cold hearted shit
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted bitched
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Dusted and disgusted

Let's let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, out, shhh lost clientele but I will prevail
by sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
try not to steal narcotics
When these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why
the smoke be comin up out the chow, with my nigga Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin sick
I'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these bitches
I keep on, calllin, but ain't nobody pickin up
I think she's stallin, this evil bitch is tryin ta set me up
Came all alone if it's on then it's on
Where's my motherfuckin chrome, only jealous niggaz roam
It's a war zone (war zone) but I'm a man so with gun in hand
I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin plan
Can't understand, but the things ain't the same
You could die over these bitches if you slippin in the game
Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain
If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga
Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin fool

(These hoes out here tryin to hold a nigga's heart
So a nigga get his money fucked with
Almost in-laws)
Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down
What's gonna happen
(Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a bitch ridin)
(Yeah main, them hoes talented
They be fuckin with mo' MC's at Jack the Rapper)
(Aight fuck it, what you say Mall?
Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga)

The California lifestyle that I live
Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus don't give
A flyin fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low
Bay Area playa, tryin ta have shit major
And a bitch won't save ya
so I ain't playin Captain Save a Hoe
I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone
I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass

Them hoes jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got smokin on that hash
Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash
Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with clusters
Slippin in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (the lo pink)
You love them Bootsy bitches, can't let them pussy bitches

gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check her fast
Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast
Cause bulletproof ain't doin no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'now, niggaz
comin up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin floor
damn, hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest
Now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flatline over those, one nigga less
One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin the flesh, dem bitches played a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin to told ya end up dusted

Some cold hearted shit
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted bitches
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas
Some cold hearted shit
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted bitched
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Dusted and disgusted

its I came in the game wit a few dollars I left the gamw wit a few mill and
that the way I would retire in this rap game fareal get a dirrabution deal wash
up some of this dirty scrill live upon a hill like e-40 fonzarll angle my
history shownin some love to all of my thugs all my folks incoratin
coffir grands cushed up big a and lil a my cauison 45 and mac ro see you when
you touch down man im doin all rite I miss ya call the other nite but I got you
kite you know my cauison such and such don got back on the pipe they took her
down the other nite for triena still a bike but any wat it wont be long and I
cant wait to yall get home cause its to many funny style ass niggas on this
earth the real one gone hoshle to moshel man gas is cheap and no more woodie
lift out here im wonna that last of them on heat


It's the end of the World
Everybodys lookin' fo some satisfaction

I juss wnat me a gurl
Every Motha Fucku with some weed start passin'

It's the end of the game
Every damn bitch is tryin to get, them a name

From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil, a stand up type a dude
I was brought up in the crack game dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin craps

You think you know, but you really don't have no idea
Listen to discography of E40, real talk for real
Moons ago, way before I even had a career
I got my nickname on the turf for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the older cats up in my hood pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, listen here
Jealous cause we had all the broads and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and some milk
Around the corner from the spot where all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my peopl-i-zations
Tryin to get this music off the ground with high ass expectations
Took a little time and patience, a little faith in God
To make a long story short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, chunky like the soup
A de- a decade and a half and still in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know, I told you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too slow
I paved the way for the independent grind
The industry they mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine

There is something going on down here..." "In Vallejo."
"FedEx!"
"In Vallejo, California" --> E-40 "In Vallejo."
"In Vallejo, California" --> E-40

Chorus: Suga T

He said he's just a, timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex
High-powered lawyers, and a
young nigga havin his wayyyy!

Verse One: E-40

? and cry with his motherfucking nose in the corner
Broke up out of that old punk shit and said,
"Momma I'ma do what the fuck I wanna!"
Hit the streets and make a wheelbarrow full of bread if I end up dead
then press delete -- I'm tired of eating powdered meat
Within a nigga timah to get to the grind, so that boy scored a quarter key
Two hundred and fifty-two electronic milligrams
We'll sell it like a coke candy organization
and I'm plugged with it, bail off into that old high-powered shit
These are the type of niggaz that'll let a nigga know
when the drought about to hit, my ?peach and jelly?
Get a 40 and mask it, post it on God
Because me got me scratch paper buried in the backyard
Me and my Click roll thick for real and be thinkin of funk like you a moth
Problems nigga? Let that go or get your head tooken off
Catch you out of bounds on the wrong fuckin s-oil
Wrap that ass up like aluminim f-oil
I'm Fed Ex, heavy duty nigga, pushin weight (pushin weight)
From sardines and Spam to Teriyaki steak; motherfucker ain't but
plus sixteen, fuckin around with the skillet, makin a killin
Runnin through three or four units a week on the over over
Puttin the Whammy on em (Whammy on em)
Cake up and baking soda, ALL THAT old shit
(What's yo' occupation?) Motherfucker I'm a timah

Chorus: Suga T

Timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex
High-powered lawyers, and a
young nigga havin his wayyyy!
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow

Verse Two: E-40

Bitch I thought ya knew, bitch I thought ya knew -- huh, now check it
I'm to the point where I don't touch it no mo'
You probably got lieutenants and killers all on the squadron
with po-po's on payroll, huh
Lavish vehicles, they only make life fo'-up
Front row seats at the fights, takin long expensive flights, huh
Q's, P's, birth certificates and fake ID's
Like to drink liquor, with beadies and leaves
The motherfuckin fuzz wanna stop us
Found our fingerprints on some choppers
Listenin to the scanner, I hear the Penelope's say
"Man uhh, them nigger boys, I can't stand uhh"
Young hoodlums sellin hawk, cloggin up the block
Inna come-a new 6-double-zero drop
We party in matches V.I.P.'s nigga fuck a fly
Invite celebrities like E-40 and J.R. Ridah, timah

"I'm so serious!"
"I'm so serious brotha!"
"I'm so serious brotha!"
"I got n...."

Chorus: Suga T

He said he's just a, timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex
High-powered lawyers, and a
young nigga havin his wayyyy!
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow

*cell phone rings*
"Hall-oh??" "Wassup fool!"
"Whas happenin who dis?" "Nigga it's yo' boy!"
"My bo-...?"
"WHASSUP YOU TIMAH WHEN YO' ASS GOIN TOWN?"

"On a mission about my mail, to the hillside of Vallejo" (7X)

Verse Three: E-40

You niggaz got me fucked, FUCKED UP
Me yanked myself up out the game, hold up, motherfucker
I got bills to pay, nigga if you don't get out my way
I'm gonna peels your toupee, I'm in it to stay and I'm strapped in the Bay
but I never woulda thought that I would feel like
that I can invest my money in a franchise
Get em up out the hood before my homies lose they lizzives
Buy a fuckin record company and watch my mail rise

Ha ha, yeah, timah
Big Timah, a motherfucker have his br-ead, may-an
Fed Ex to the highest degree, tax free
Ballin out of motherfuckin control
A major factor playin a white man's game man
Sneak in and sneak out
Campaign champagne and clam thang
Game can be sold and told at the same time
And this shit here is designed to sprinkle yo' mind
High-powered ass shit man for my high-powered ass Clickalation
Get it while it's good before it's to graduation
Understand me?

Chorus: Suga T

He said he's just a, timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex
High-powered lawyers, and a
young nigga havin his wayyyy!
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow

Timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex
High-powered lawyers, and a
young nigga havin his wayyyy!
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow

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

[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)

Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded