E-40 Album

(Cal Luv's intro)
Yo check it out.
Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace.
(Yo what up kid?)
From the... what, what, what team is that you play for again?
(Sshh. The Bullets man.)
Yea right, right.
So tell me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin,
this hip-hop thang an everythang goin on,
tell me, I mean, what, what's yo flavor?
(Yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man,
the real shit. You know what I'm sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang,
you know what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's,
and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.)

[E-40]
Nigga what the fuck they GOOD fo? Nigga let's shoot fins
You got all the bread nigga, put up yo Benz
Nah-nah, can't do that - Why not? Ol skool trophy
somethin I done worked too hard fo, nigga quote me
yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins
get ready to pay the price ??? pee-wee no catchin
Who got change fo this brand new hundred?
Staight outta welfare
when I break you niggas I'm a have enough money, to buy Fairfield
spend about a half a hundred thousand
boost up my coins
preceed to spit mo supafly
than Donald Goins
this game is so damn hemrigin
that I be delivin
these niggas don't understand my shit
but they surrendurin
simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off
lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough
messy hoes, got my name between they teeth
juss because... I'm from the WEST not the EAST
graduated from the dope game
phat ass wallets
What's that niggas name?
Rasheed Wallace!!
You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne
I'm twomp bait nigga ain't no need for you to record hate
mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you
Nigga!!
The Click will biatch!

Chorus: Big Lurch & E-40

Record Hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches!
(Learn about it bitch!)
We should cease you from existance.
(That's right)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(Mutha fucka!)
Ya Record Hatin bitches
(Trademark.)
there's no way you could get wit this
(Stick to basketball nigga!)
we should cease you from existance
niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(Biatch!)

[E-40]
Got another muthafucka on my shit list
I'm a cut off his dick list
I mean my hit list
my rest in piss list
dude that be hangin around Nas
you know, gay baby
nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called "
after watchin "New York Undercover" while I was, takin a shit
Kool Keith was on the front cover that's when I
that's when I spotted him
that nigga AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque
nigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car
when you was runnin round drinkin Simalac
all up in yo fake ass videos (ok)
champagne an coffin full of skrill
nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no mills
I'm payin full nigga an I'll have yo head where ever you at
I'm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya
that bring the yellow tape nigga, jungle full of asphalt
don't make no sense to talk that talk
if a nigga ain't gon' walk that walk
zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up
Biatch!
Biatch!
I gives a fuck! Biatch!

It's major pain.
Nigga don't know a damn thang about me.
You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe!
Monkey mouthed biatch!
Biatch!

*(Chorus)*

Record Hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches!
(Learn about it bitch!)
We should cease you from existance.
(That's right)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(Shouldn't be livin.)
Ya Record Hatin bitches!
(Record Hatin bitches!)
there's no way you could get wit this
(Uh.)
We should cease you from existance
(V-Town bitch!)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(E'ry time)

[E-40]
When I first started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was blind
in '89 that ol "Mr. Flamboyant" shit was way ahead of his time
had everyone an they great grandmas off that Carlos Rossi wine
was in a major label an business that uh didn't want us to shine
it was me an my potna from Suave House Records
Tony Draper, E-40, an The Click
8-Ball, an MJG gettin that independent paper
all about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shine
beat a muthafucka uh-duh-down, e'ry time
40 get yo marbles man, get yo change
take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
that's what I was taught to do
by my big homie thou
you can always be a nigga,
but a nigga ain't rich til he can't count his money no mo'
over night sensation, never me
all you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV
my niggas 3X Krazy laced me
taught me how to say "fa sheezy"
told me that them AZ muthafuckas don't believe phat means greasy
we can shoot it out, or we can fight
You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk?
Shoot me some peace bitch!

*(Chorus)*

Record Hatin bitches!
(Record hatin bitches!)
Suave game and snitches!
(Suave game and snitches!)
We should cease you from existance.
(That's rich.)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(Suck-els!)
Ya Record Hatin bitches
(Lil ol, biatch!)
There's no way you could get wit this
(That's right.)
We should cease you from existance
(Learn about it.)
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(That's right.)

f/ Too $hort, K-Ci

Where them naked hoes at?

E-Feezey!
Too Scheezy!
We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
Niggaz ain't havin no cheesy like us main!
They ain't havin no raveez!
Shit.
Haha you know us.
Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit.
Lace dem fools or something.
Beotch!

Chorus: K-Ci

Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false

Verse One: E-40, Too $hort

I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town
Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'member
Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from Vallel
At every light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it

I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy

Chorus

Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort

K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrate
Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Armani Chanel Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?
Sometimes it's cool to floss
But don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car
Before you buy a house

They always said I couldn't rap, I just say bitch
I guess the bitch, made me rich
And now you wanna call me hardcore
While I be steppin out the shower on a marble floor
I paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxes
This industry'll is like fuckin, fat bitches
All work and no play, I do it everyday
anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40

Chorus

Verse Three: E-40, Too $hort

We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paper
Ultrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin
Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs
Smokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony, barbecuin ribs
The more scrilla, the merrier
I represent the Ya area

I walk from Foothill and Paperscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthur
To Freddie B house to make tapes with my potnah
Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale
Got a paper bag full of that, can't you tell
it's funky, everybody nod they head like this
I said bitch, and everybody read my lips
I got rich, suckin up the game from the O
and even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow
I survived cuz I got mo', game than them
It came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimps
It was my destiny, I came the same every time
So don't question me, I transfer the game in the rhymes

I'm not a freestyler, don't rap for free main
It's Paystyle on mine, cuz I love money main
Landrovers and Toyota, Lexuses
Six-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor Mercedeses
We don't be savin hoes, bitches be savin us
Bitch disrespect me in my car, bitch best to catch the bus
I keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlin
Ain't no paperback pimpin nigga, we ain't strugglin

Chorus

Verse Four: Too $hort

I'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funky
Again and again, they say when will it end?
Maybe never, cause I can still spit it
But I ain't rappin for cheese, I want meal tickets
Gotta start somewhere, and I'm past that
For the right scratch, I be the last mack
So stick yaself Pretty Tony
You tryin ta make a hit, but your shit sounds phony
Not like AT&T but like ET
You can't be me, so would you please see
If you can keep my name out your mouth
Cause you don't really know what the game's all about
It's bout feedin the family, not freakin in the Benz
Instead of rentin, pay for that roof on your head
And stop pimpin in your mind knowin you a trick
Put your hustle down playa go an hit you a lick
Bitch!

(That's writ, Too Scheezi, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli, K-Ci)
Damn is that right?
(That's right)

f/ Lil' E

"I'm a little mannish motherfucker
I take after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling yola.."

[E-40]
Here take a swig of this bourbon
Hit that, hit that baby
Aight dude.. ay who who's foolin right there? (Who dat?)
Aight nigga ay get down nigga .. {*gunfire starts going off*}
AY NIGGA GET DOWN NIGGA! Ay nigga GET DOWN NIGGA (Shit!)

Wuh, we about
seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggaz
On the dopetrack workin overtime full of fuckin 'D' (D!)
Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood
of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
generatin through mah street, a week
Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I'm doin if I'm alright?
When a motherfucker's starvin and strugglin
even on my hip pretty much needlin and jugglin
there STILL ain't gonna never be enough lovin!
I'm tired of rippin and runnin, dodgin and duckin bullets
I KNOW MY TIME IS COMIN - death is on me bad
The walls is closin in, I wish I had a dad
but left when I was ten, so moms is all I had
And she was there for me until I ran away from the pad
And now she disowned me and she don't claim me
Reverend wouldja put some blessin oil on my head
before I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead - scared
I guess a hard-head make a soft-ass (??)
I ain't gon' last if I keep fuckin with this fast life

Chorus: E-40 and Lil' E (repeat 2X)

He would grow up to be nothin but a hoodlum
or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, UH
(He would grow up to be nuttin but a hoodlum
or either in jail, or someone would shoot him)

[E-40]
Ah, I page my ties even though the money's filthy
Don't wanna go to church, because I feel guilty
Nope - I DON'T WANNA DIE - cause when the preacher preach the gospel
I BE READY TO CRY - up in the Church of Pentecostal
I don't think I'ma make it to see twenty-five
til I wash my hands and come clean
Shit I'll be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteen
No life to give for that nastiness
as a rebellious disobedient-ass problem child
He's easily influenced - hangin around the wrong crowd
I'm willin to do almost anything,
whatever it takes to make my allowance
I'm on prescription medication, chemically off-balance
Got me snatchin up (??), pickin up hits
Pick-pickin indo's (do's), and pullin licks

Chorus

[Lil' E]
But daddy? (Yes son) Tie my shoes (okay) lace me up (uh)
Hook me up, like a tow-track maaaaan (aight)
Ear-hustlin, make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur (what?)
When it comes to this thang man I'm conniseur (conniseur)
I read through the punk registry in the Robb Report (what?)
I come off like dat
Grew up around slick talkers (ah)
A pa-a poppin con artists (what?)
Go straight to the (??) and get a bad leather jacket
(??) (??) bankrupt!

[E-40]
Boy you..
Like you when I was younger
but I got my life together and I bettered myself as I got older
Na-uh now I entertain (entertain) a sss-uh, a-smeb rover (a smeb rover)
Street smarts with a degree and a diploma

Chorus 2X

[E-40]
Ah give it to me, uhh..
Uhh..
Uhh..
Come on, uhh..
Give it to me, uhh..

f/ 2Pac, B-Legit

Righteous people be knowin what I be doin is protect my peoples
million dollar spot
Uhh, that's right, uhh, my million dollar spot
My million dollar spot (beyatch) my million dollar spot
My million dollar spot, on the block bring it hot (beyatch)
On the spot, my million dollar spot, uhh

Verse One: E-40

Major loot, seriously niggaz don't wanna dispute
Mysteriously a nigga die, when you play this game and ain't know the time
I suck the life out your ass by pushin mute
Shit can get stanky like a poot (like a poot)
I got dog poop crank yes I pollute
Leave the whole block fully unrecouped
I'm like a record company, givin out advancements
Get my money back, by any circumstances
My million dollar spot, not to mention
Drive through service, Church's chicken
A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do'
Just in case I gotta throw away my yole
Bars around the house, bars around the window
Dope around the corner, broken down Pinto
You can tell who got the mail who got the biggest chops
My million dollar spot... beyatch!

Chorus: 2Pac (with singing in background)

I can take a chance, I could live in cans
Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot
Haha, my million dollar spot bigger
I can take a chance, I could live in cans
Get my motherfuckin cash on
You know how we do it out here in California, beatch!
Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot

Verse Two: 2Pac

It was, more than just a dream for me
To be the King it seems I need a killer team to get the green for me
Hit the scene clean in my Chevy, now I'm ready for trouble
Count my rocks, set up shop, collect my fetti and bubble
Faded visions of me as a timer
though marijuana clouds my vision I'm still watch for drama, ha-ha
They got me crossed tryin to be the boss, no one can stop us
Niggaz dream of six figures, handle our business in choppers
Feds can't comprehend my ghetto slang, so I evade
and plot and plan a life of better thangs, all about my chedder main
Help me if I fall, can I ball for life
A half a key in my drawers, bein cautious like
I wanna rise keep my eyes open
Witness motherfuckers die with they eyes open, my niggaz rise smokin
any busta bitch tryin to stop my wish
To have a million dollar spot gettin riches, nigga

Chorus: 2Pac (singing in background)

I can take a chance, I could live in cans
In my million dollar spot
Bring it on the block, million dollar spot
Get your money nigga! Fuck the cops, in my million dollar spot
I can take a chance, I could live in cans
We got rocks, coke and hops, in my million dollar spot
Gimme all your motherfuckin money all money good money
Bring it on the block, million dollar spot
Hear me, get money nigga!

Verse Three: B-Legit

Nuttin but the motherfuckin hog in me
Hit the Hillside trapped with thirty-six O-Z's
Serve nothin but doves, no twat no love
Now nigga don't make me get these burner gloves
I got the whole block jumpin like the Mardi Gras
Nothin but a dope fiend party y'all
I'm lovin this game, it's my favorite sport
Come short get burnt with the Newport
I'm in the four-oh, and 'Pac came to see me
Smobbin in a nine-six drop rose Bentley, shit be
caution for these niggaz on the ocean
A sip of the potion now your nigga be in motion
Bossin hopin fede-ral thieves don't raid
Catch me with a glock and a box of grenades
I'm tryin to get paid, all about my lucci
Now bitch put this motherfuckin key in your coochie

Outro: E-40

Motherfuckers hoe hard!
Ya understand that? Motherfuckers hoe hard!
We got shit jumpin off on every spot
We got crank methamphetamines
Dope for ass to get yo' cash, motherfucker
We got big pimpin, ya understand
We got solicitin, ya know
We got all kind of shit, prostitution
It don't stop
Motherfucker tryin to just get his cash on the motherfuckin
million dollar spot, BEYATCH!

I can take a chance, I could live in cans
That's right, my million dollar spot
Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot
Uhh, for ya knot, my million dollar spot
I can take a chance, I could live in cans
My million dollar spot, my million dollar spot
Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot
Righteous people know what I be doin be protectin my peoples
million dollar spot, my million dollar spot BEYATCH!

I'd like to thank the mack god for all tha playa prophets that he sent
I'd like to thank him for Donald Going and Iceberg Slim
for dottin their I's and crossin their T's, poppin their P's, and
flexin their G's
I'd like to thank the mack god for all the playa prophets that he
sent before me and 40 water
For the mack I chose 40 water
To come into the world and change and rearrange
To lace the suckers and the anti playa
He came in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, on the glad sandwich bag
and floated ashore
And as soon as he hit the shore, he balanced the game
He said that nine-tenths of his law was possession
And that nine-tenths of his game was position
And that everything was done on the approach
The mack god said that he would send an extraordinary one
On the side of 40 water and he won't just be a playa
He will be an extraordinary playa
Now we gonna turn the mack book from page 211 to chapter 187
And it talks about how they had a kangaroo court for the playas
And how dem suckas is out there with trumped up charged on E-40
Well, if you wanna judge the 40 water, bring him before 12 G's
And open his files
And you will see that he has been true with a capital T since he
was knee high to a grasshopper
That the mack god said that in the year 1555, that there was a
great explosion and some of the playas inhaled some fumes
pertaining additives, preservatives and artificial flavors
The mack god refers to them as suckas
And he said that he would send one that would come from one
That was despised and rejected
And that he would send this extraordinary one in the world
And when he come, he would come with ten commandments
And the commandments would be:
Thou shall not snitch
Thou shall not infiltrate
Thou shall not perpetrate
Thou shall not playa hate
Thou shall not hold trust
Thou shall not hold say
Thou shall not pay a trick
Thou shall not disrespect the game
Thou shall not be broke
And thou shall not be without their thang
The mack god said that just because you meet a hoe
And she wears a jersey that say champion and eat a bowl of wheaties
Don't make her a winner
Will she sell her hips, her lips and her fingertips
Will you tear down doors
And knock out CO's
Can you go the distance
Will you be the one with the checkered flag in your hand
Yeah, cuz I will be the winner

f/ Suga T

Base Chorus: Suga T

1: I wanna thank you, pimps and players
2: for sharing your game with me
3: I wanna thank all.. of the hustlers
4: for showing me your life, on the street
5: And I know.. that'll I never
6: for-get you
7: Oooo-oooo-ooooh, forget about you
8: Ohhh-ohh-ohh

[E-40 over Chorus]
3: All the hustlers
4: C'mon, that's right
5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never..
6: forget you
7: Sprinkle me mayne
8: Uhh, sprinkle me mayne

[E-40]
Ahh.. laced up by the best, check it out..
Uhh, marinatin on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can tell that the Hillside was his home
Mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers
cause he got a chop suey in the bushes
Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylors drinkin Boilermakers
M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde English
Around the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth
(??) where I come (??) DEAD RIGHT, twerkin over shit
Business boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy camper
til the homey beat his bootch down for no reason with the Zenith hammer
Thangs started gettin sloppy, dude started rollin over
Niggaz started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack synthetic yola
Turf got hot hella heads got shot on dead body soil
Po'-po's on that ass like hot baby oil
Play your cards right son everybody can have cash
but you gotta get in and out if you expect 'em to last

Base Chorus

[E-40 over Chorus]
1: Uhh.. pimps and players
2: For sharing your game with me
3: All the hustlers
4: fo' showin me yo' life on the streets
5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never..
6: forget you, that's real
7: Sprinkle me mayne
8: Lace me mayne
*: Lace me mayne..

[E-40]
I was sprinkled at a young age
Laced down with Trump tight, taught by the best
Some of them still livin, some of them done been put to rest
but I was blessed, and luckily I made it out
but I must confess, I wouldn'ta made it without
the big timers, the top-hats, the tycoons
The street hustlers, the pistol packin Daniel Boone's
that put it down and paved the way, for me to say
the things I say, and I'm proud to be straight from the Yay
To U.K.(?) I spits this big time talkin shit all day
Nationwide, from where I stay to where you stay
B like the Savage beast, keep yo' game creased
Stick to the rules and don't be sellin out to no police
I always paid attention when the game was preached
Had all the street slang and the latest speech
And now I'm makin more mail than a oil well
Up all night tryin to get my money orders right

Base Chorus

[E-40 over Chorus]
1: Uh, uh.. pimps and players (pimps and players)
2: For sharing your GAME with me
3: All the hustlers
4: C'mon (c'mon) fo' showin me yo' life on the streets
5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never..
6: forget you, that's so damn real
7: Sprinkle me mayne
8: Sprinkle me mayne
*: Suga, sprinkle me gal
*: Suga.. c'mon uh, sprinkle me gal

[Suga T]
It started from my momma (yo' MOMMA?) Hard headed and all
She said, "Only the strong survive, Suga STAY STRONG"
Seein a bunch of fools, that used to ride
smob, stay jobbin knew they was raw
without a pot to piss in
Used to drive through the turf in them candy paint Benzes
I've run all this game that the hustlers pop
Spittin enough game to keep a notch on the jock
Now the game's the same, but the players changed
Ain't nothin but a thang, keep it real mayne
Timer timer (timer timer)
Uhh, yeah, that's my nogga - sprinkle thee
Paper chasin steady flowin to the dome
It ain't no place like home, oooh oooh
Pay my respects and give my contributions
to all the soldiers on the streets and in the institutions

Base Chorus

[E-40 over Chorus] {Suga T over Chorus}
1: Insti-TUTIONS {I wanna thank you, pimps and players} that's right
2: FO' ShaRIn yo' GaME wiTh ME
3: Uhh {yeahhh.. ooh ooh ooh} all the hustlers
4: That's so damn real
5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never..
6: {forget you} forget you
7: Lace me mayne, sprinkle me mayne {and that's real}
8: C'mon, sprinkle me mayne {yeah} that's right
*: Lace me mayne.. {sprinkle thee}

Base Chorus

[E-40 over Chorus]
That right? Forty-water, from the C-L-I-C-K
with my sista Suga T
Lettin y'all know how we do it up in the Yay
7-0-7 4-1-5 1-0
That's the car(?) I roll with
And it goes for all the hustlers nationwide
Pimpin players, for tyin my shoes and lacin me up

Chorus:

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh

Verse 1:

I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know a devil
You can go and get a job or you can do some federal
but if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next level
I often tweek when I drive (drives)
How can a small town like Thelel have all these homocides
Man, fools be droppin like flies
Maybe we need mo brothers sellin bean pies
And it's a fool cuz everybody mama's know each other
It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color
Wonder why all the good people get put through some many
different changes of the web
And all those folks that do wrong seem like they
live forever
I wish I can rewind time
Remember when we used to get free lunch, and the
city bus used to cost a dime
Runnin around, talkin about you got the cooties
Liftin up skirts, and touchin girl's booties
Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis house
And whatever you do, don't you sit on grandmama's plastic
covered couch
Why is it that when all the homeys get togethor, we get back
in the dayz
And I can remember a time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS
Life is something you catch ball and give back
Here today and gone tomorrow
Just like that
Pat yo rats on yo back (Patch your rats on your back)
Take some time out yo waltz (Take some time out yo waltz)
And tell your love'ems that you love em as all

Chorus

Verse 2:

Uh, Uh fatty is the key to end all your walls
Contemporary crib, cash cards and clothes
But then it cause problems like guns and spids
Familys fall out and don't talk for years
Like my cromey (Like my cromey)
They called him big breaded
His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead
Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other
damn day I'm buyin and brand new suit for funerals
Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried
Did you wonder if yo cash was on da diet
See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around
But when ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found
If you love someone you should tell em often
Ya never know when they'll be layin in da coffin
Dedicated to my peoples up in jail
Ya partner 40 water gotta story to tell (a story to tell)

Chorus

Verse 3:

Takin tert da ninja out da getto (the getto)
But not the getto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks
But I won't surrender
Oh he's a heven (heven), nigga da way he dress
He must be dealin (dealin) how did he get that Lex
Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and coast
It's all dey work
Shootin shit up and actin tough, ridin around with gold n stuff
It's rough
How much money you earn, enough, I own my own law firm
Don't need a tux, I twerks picoods and kakis (kakis)
Levis and t-shirts (Levis and t-shirts), whatever the street's works
(street's works)
Partner doutch, you been actin kinda funny lately since you even
got a few bucks
But I'm still folks with some pac, remember three flies up
And this goes on, again and again
Dis goes on, again and again
Ain't nothin changed but the tad toy
Same time, different day, different star

Chorus

f/ Young Mugzi

Step right up!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South
Sign up right'ere, your scheduled membership
to the drinkin club

Uhh...

*chorus*
They got you soaked (that's right)
I see your cup up (drink it to em)
Let's get drunk
and get my fortune out of my drinking club

[E-40]
E-40 in the C-L-I-C
Stuck up in the house, party top celebrity
Burpin and gurpin, gelchin the bourbon, lurkin around
I'm seein all kinda broads, from outta town
Uhh, top hots, tycoons, big cheeses
Plus the perpetual jahahnjawel priestess
Homies and lurkers and things like that up under the vertical shade
Rovers in lamborghinis swimming pink bikinis, lingerie
Tryin to knock her big ass by all bus lights on Fridays
If you're not a member of my drinking club, sideways
What kind of motherfuckin perculatoins you niggaz got
up in the refridgerator?
Who wanna join my drinkin club, sign up the legislature
Might not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money
You can call me Lieutenant Fuck a Hoe but all the ruskie runny
You can dip but don't screw up, speakers on sub
Beat your ass, my drinking club

*chorus w/ variations* 2X

[Young Mugzi]
I got you perved on some of the righteous, who's the tightest
I'm down with pipes fifth and gallons of the finest nitrous
Oh girl now pass the joint to the nigga big head
Where I hear about your scheamin but the rotations I don't jinn
Who dog sin? Big fin is what I'm rollin
You know how I do, I got bunny boo boo grippin and totin
Fools be pimpin, we guaranteed to have you spittin
Bobcat tight, while I'm pullin secure out my linen
I'm nothin but a baller, alkaholic bitches pop my collar
Tearin down pussy walls in your motherfuckin daughter
M-O-S, S-I-E
M-U-G, and K-I-V
Always to' with E-4-0
Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store

[E-40]
Motherfuckers better know, we gets down like that
Straighten up, beer mugs, my drinkin cup bitch!

*chorus w/ variations* 2X

So damn deep, I can't call it
I guess I'm just an alkaholic
Huh, dagnabbit, doggonit
Ya Hillside hillbilly vomit
Back and forth to the bathroom constantly
All the actors gather up, and watch me
Get super twisted highly afflicted every day a cherry
Go on my body and throw up on the bartender
Pull out a wad of money, ballers up to par
Treat the whole party, by buyin up the bar
Sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up
Stainless artichokes, tequila poppes, Medusas
Better prepare myself for the upset stomach, ohhh
Stop by the M.P. on the way home and pick up a bottle of Pepto-Bismol

Step right up now last call for alcohol
Get your hurricane gorilla member here ya monsters

That's right, cause when we and my motherfuckin entourage
get together and we come back from a motherfuckin concert
and the afterpaty jumpin off, I wanna see ID's, we got video cameras
We checkin all you bastards under 21 or under 18 or whatever however
Ya understand that? You better have your membership card
if you wanna come join my motherfuckin drinkin club, understand that bitch?

A: It's the drinkin club, we gets to' back main
Once you drink with us, you won't be the same
The drinkin club, we can't slow down main
We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit

That's right

B: I wanna get high, I wanna get loaded
and tuck, throw up, and drink again

repeat A, first line of B, then chorus 5X (E-40 talking throughout)

f/ SPice-1, Keek tha Sneak, Harm

(Forty Fonzarelli's answering machine)
Aight, what's really? You hit my lifer number
This Sick Wid It/Jive Records
Leave your message at the beep *BEEP*

Hah! Mmmhmmm. Yeah, uhh... on my pager!
What you say? Oh yeah. Kick that shit then nigga!

Verse One: Keek tha Sneak, E-40, Spice-1

Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the O-A-K
Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin up a vay
Licked it three times, laced it with the Alize
About twomp a day, baby hit me frequent-lay!
Sneak, and Forty, from chocolate short-ay, we been
all prepared, cause my nights is no day, the broad say
I last! Cause you six months
But I say, she pullin a gang of major stunts

Bust, bust niggaz, consequences when you're doin the do
Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twenty-two
In the area! Dirt and dust
Where the yah! B.A. Plus
But ain't yo sista Suga-T? (Suga-T)
Ain't you the one that say Sprinkle Me (Sprinkle Me)
I loves me some Forty-Ridah
I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin your collar

I play this playa shit like Bugs Bunny
Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't nuttin funny
If you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell
and leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number
B-uh-Benzy on Washington, on the cellular phone
You could tell that the Easy Bay was his home
My people goin off like a high school build'
And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell
M-uh-mobbin like a playa, but I'm still a G doe
Pager goin off like C-3PO
Time for the Hurricane, E said word
I put a nigga on his back, fuck what you heard

Chorus: repeat 2X

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it, ring my telephone, ring my telephone

Verse Two: E-40, Harm

I be so rebel-yalous
When I'm talkin on my phone-telyalous
You can have my baitch, but I maintain
I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game
She said you must be playin some kind of phone tag
Cause erytime I hit you, you don't hit me back
Why is dat? Cause you're hella hard to get in contact with
Thought you thought, was killin big girl was crackin on some crabs
Six o'clock, the girl said that's my crib be at the West plus
due to go, left me at home be leavin my ass up in the living room all alone
And I be starvin rubbin my monkey fiendin for some Donkey Kong
Now you're talkin, let's get the show on the road
I know you're tired of barkin, you need to hop on my load
So we can stab out, strike rock and Arroyo Park
at the top of hill, so I can check your oil

I said ah one to the two ah two to two three
Tell me why your baby momma keep on pagin me
I didn't give the hoe the number, so why does she call
She says she wanna do me, and all of y'all
But I'm like that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey
I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile
I'm sellin my piece to these tricks cause it's the paperchase
laced with game, see I'm livin in the hustlers dream
Call up a player if it's major
Specially if it's scrilla nigga hit me on my pager

Chorus

Verse Three: Sneak, E-40

Rang it, baby gimme a call
My name you're screamin, how I be hittin them walls
You got me tinglin, how you be workin them drawers
With a kiss I make em all say this, yeah that's raw
I glance your cut, bass we uhh, big cheeks
with a blast headin straight for the nut, big A&H
got some bitches all in the cut, it's that season
Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up

Yo, you're nine-one-oneing me to death, what's all that fo'
Got my Williams and fillin my pager and pager on the overflo'
What's happenin with all that old bullshit
is it really all that damn serious
You're draining the hell out of my battery
got your partner thinkin curious
Cause in the Y-E-A A-R-E-A the game ain't constipated
Buckin around in the Golden State where the game originated
Fools be scandalous they used to be squares be turnin vicious
Hit me on pager, hit me if it's major

Chorus 2X

[No lyrics]

[D-Shot]
Ay 40 mayne
I seen one of yo' hoes last night mayne, she was just uhh.. (mm-hmm)
she was tryin to give that ass away for free mayne!
Whatchu gon' do? (Aight, I'ma tell you like this)

[E-40]
It's like dis
Just point out the target and I'll bet some cash I can't miss
This nigga done started cause I got some ass from his bitch
More broken than hearted, fool on the HILL over this
but I'm just as retarded, I act a FOOL UP IN THIS BITCH
The reason why she departed, cause she was tired of gettin dissed
Dotted and darted all in her eyes like this
But that ain't my business, I keep my game universal
and leave that ol' (??) around shit up to them squares like Urkel
It's too many lobsters up in the ocean, big pimps
but not enough mobsters breakin them in, big pimps
Tellin 40 done taught us how to beginnnnnn
Pull a bitch off the streets and real her innnnnnn
to my sable, but e'rybody ain't able
Now she's a call girl, dancin on the table
Sound like somethin Icerberg Slim woulda said (tell me)
The bigger the pimp (the bigger) the longer the bread (the longer)

Chorus: Eboni Foster, (E-40)

Keep pimpin (40-Water) keep pimpin..
Keep pimpin, keep pimpin (the bigger the pimp, the longer the bread)
Keep pimpin (40-Water) keep pimpin (yes your honor)
Keep pimpin, keep pimpin (the bigger the pimp, the longer the bread)

[E-40]
She looked at her reflection in the mirror (in the mirror)
Told herself,

[Eboni Foster]
"From this day here ain't NAR a nigga pumpin fear
Took all I can, but I can't take no mo', enough
Yesternight I got my ass slapped up kinda tough
Got me lookin like a rainbow (a rainbow)
Black eyes, aches and pains, bruises purple and yellow
But I forgive and forget cause it's all gravy (that's right)
I used to fuck for free but now I'm gettin money lately"

[E-40]
Big-ass dookie mayne, big-ass breasts
but the bitch got more miles on her, than Southwest
You can HAVE that hoe mayne, but nigga please
is that any kind of broad you want to make yo' main squeeze?
The mental, be timin and thinkin hairy
All kind of cracks and crevice
Makin cranny, man the bitch don't even wear no panties
Sound like somethin Dolemite woulda said
The bigger the pimpin, the longer the bread, beotch!

Chorus

[E-40]
I take seven switch-a-bitches put 'em in a line
Put 'em on the hoe stroll and make 'em work for mine
Take a mud duck, turn her into gold
Make her sell her ass up in the North Pole
From Lebanon, to Yugoslavia
From Petersberg, to Nova Scot-ia
I got niggaz in 'Sace suits, trickin big
Timers in 'gator boots, givin in
Justice, corporate executives
Athletes, cause they respect a bitch
Man you'd be surprised how many niggaz love to pay for pussy
Niggaz cheat on they wives and jack up all they fuckin money man
I be givin my hoes, bonuses and benefits
Boat cruises and Kamal outfits
Latex to keep their health a good
Checkups at Planned Parenthood (that's it)
Best run witcha pimp, yes your honor
Practice your profession keep your head above water
Sound like somethin Felix Mitchell woulda said
The bigger the pimpin, the longer the bread, BEOTCH!

Chorus

[E-40]
BEOTCH!
C'mon

[Eboni Foster]
Do do dooo, do do dooo
Do do dooo do, do do dooo (pimp)
Anything (that's right) that you want me to (BEOTCH)
Anything, that you want me to do
(The bigger the pimp, the longer the bread)
Anything yeah, that you want me to..
I'll do it {*fades out*}

f/ B-Legit

[Steve Scales]
Good things come to those
who stays on they toes
Don't you e-ver stop
Al-ways keep it hot

[Forty] Potnah this bubonic cuts, that other shit is high
[Legit] Fuck what you talkin about, throw me that childproof lighter
[Forty] Oh youse a smoker huh? Then go on and flame
I heard you got some shit and heard it come from Spain
[Legit] Naw, Amsterdam, I got it from the hemp man
Bought the weed cause I love what it do to me
Five o'clock in the traffic and I be fiendin
Without the bomb nigga life has no meanin

[E-40]
Okay.. see I be krunkin(?) to profession in American-o(?)
Cristal Brothers Brandy all down the throat
Steady dippin call me Funk Master Flex
Ass since mom and daddy had sex

[B-Legit]
Got yo' nigga daydreamin, smebbin in a check-U
Floatin in a cloud, music up hella loud
Proud to be in the land of the lights and the beer
Got me where I ain't carin

.. because I like what you doin to me
.. because I like what you doin to me

[E-40]
It's like this and that to fuckin with your dick on hard
And nigga ain't no Pebble Beach in my backyard
Rackateerin, smearin, no foreseein
Shit folks ain't even used to hearin

[B-Legit]
We break bread with the (?), thick ass bitch with the tits
and the anus, off the English, how her body speak her own language
And it's cool when she speakin to me
I let the hoochie run through me

[E-40]
I seen him walkin in the rain
I guess the nigga owe too much to the game
They say the nigga used to drive a Mustang
I'm thinkin potnah musta went against the grain like a lane

[B-Legit]
I cross artists? No not B-Legit
Catch nine of the last ten in my clip
Don't trip, a bitch can't do in me
but I be likin what she doin to me

.. because I like what you doin to me
.. because I like what you doin to me

[B-Legit]
Just think, I used to have to flip cabbage
And now I ride in a nine-seven whip Caddy
Meal game, they call me by my stage name
Hella G's when I spit this game

[E-40]
But just think, I used to sell them weights
But now I'm all off into real estates, huh
We put our city on the map, raise clientele
Made it so niggaz can be proud to say they from Vallel'

[B-Legit]
(?)side - man I went to school with them
Had him in my class, never thought the fool'd pass
But now I took advantage of the opportunity
and I love what it do to me

[E-40]
They say that I got cousins I ain't never met
Think I'm big-headed, think I'm all that
They say that I don't give to my community
but I be likin what they doin to me

.. because I like what you doin to me
.. because I like what you doin to me

[Steve Scales] - repeat 4X
Good things come to those
who stays on they toes
Don't you e-ver stop
Al-ways keep it hot

Ah yeah..(ah yeah)..it's real.
gonna put it down. all these little crime thangs,
homeless, the world is crazy bwoy
it's like this
it's the way it is
Heavy out there.. it's heavy.

Verse 1

Was I really such a bad child that I deserved to get hit with boards
and whooped with extension cords?
did you forget that I was your creation,
and all I wanted from you all was love, hope, and motivation?
son, you're disrespectful and you're talking back,
get out my face, kicked me out the house
and wouldn't even let me plead my case.
now I'm homeless and I'm freezing like the morgue,
the only thing keepin me alive is the Lord
needless to say it's times like this I'd rather be locked up then
drinkin water out my hands and eatin out of garbage cans
can I come back home, huh could I?
Son, you're on your own, why should I?

Chorus
Things'll never change, that's just the way it is
Nobody's even concerned
Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is
when will we ever learn?

Verse 2

Huh. three years from now, I think I'm gon be straight, (straight)
I put my name on the list for section 8
tried out for the army but I was flat footed,
didn't do no harm to me, cuz I was used to it
if I apply for some work, let's make a bet,
I'll get the nine
cuz I don't know about the internet
What do you think we need to do to change about this nation?
need to provide more jobs and better education
nuclear weapons (puh) should be stopping crimes,
already got enough to blow the world up
a thousand times
the birds and the bees, deadly disease,
teenage pregnancies, std's

Chorus

Verse 3

A-wuh a wait a minute, I hear sirens
Oh that's the couple down the street
domestic violence
either them or the little girl in 306
she's always telling everyone that she gon slice her wrists
I guess that's the way it is in the life of sin
where you'll prolly end up dead, or in the pen
but my family ain't no better than the next
my auntie brenda turned her own sister in
for writing bad checks
and save folks try to hit you where it hurts
knowin they the biggest hypocrites in the church
we need to give our minds a bath and
do some scrubbin'
stop the hate and start the lovin'

Chorus (4x)

f/ Celly Cel, Cold 187um, Kokane, The Luniz, T-Pup

[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

f/ Kaveo

[E-40]
It is what it izzzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..

You try compromisin, nope - they don't wanna talk
And they got them nuts that's off that Acapulco powdered chalk
So he untouchable - oh he can be touched??
Well where he stay at then - he stay by such and such??
Well since we got altercations with these so-called knuckleheads
we gon' play for dooms
And I assume we get radar on fool in dem livin rooms
Bet - motherfucker ain't fin' ta be runnin around here drippin sweat
Havin hot flashes and shit
over these fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks
You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick
Hit all they spots at once - pour it on 'em thick
Who got the suey chops?? They in my folks garage
Well where he at?? He at the TravelLodge - BEEP THAT NIGGA!
Tell him to get here right now quick now it's gon' be some shit
Tell him to bring enough ammunition to blow up a ship
Bullshit ain't nothin this here been goin on just a little bit too long
Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein 'em get grown
Get straight to the root of the problem
Get rid of the source that's what what
Get rid of the big cheese
and the majority of these niggaz gon' back the fuck up
Somebody gon' mind somethin, time to validate my respection
Hit the corner dumpin, in the big-ass (??) stationwagon
CATCH THEM BITCH-ASS!! That's what I told my driver man
while I was tryin to get him to get in a position
so that I could open fire
FUCK A SKI MASK!! Unpolished fish grease
LET THE FULLY BLAST!! May he rest in piss Miss smash up outta there
I brought them boys, but I shoulda brought it like a concert
Fool's still alive, John Murell(?) Trauma Center, Concord
Shoulda doused him, shouldn'ta never found him
Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is what it izzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..

[Kaveo]
Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna know
What's wrong with this sad to be glad-ass noggas?
Don't they know that fools is laced with assassin skills?
Kill at will, gonna put your hat on the rack for a cool mill'?
(Awww it's gon' get done) but now the heat has been spared
How we gon' get him out of intensive care
and put him under the wing of a pall-bear?

[E-40]
One of my potnahs got a plug on some silencers, he knows some agents
He used dem (??) (??) shot on several different occasions
What that mean his family gon' boo-hoo when I smash that card
Better stay on a nigga brain give a FUCK ABOUT A DIE-HARD!
I know this one botch with a big-ass crotch by the name of Connie
She works in ICU and she dates this nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
Have nab him at the hospital, THAT'LL WORK
Paid a nurse to pull the plug on the LIFE SUPPORT
Risky business but it's organized class and the shit sound sharp
but if we fuck around and make it look too obvious
the broad might her lose her job
Tough luck that shit no better than fuckin for ME NOW
I gots no toilet paper feelings for her anyhow
The shit is crampin my livin style, floatin from telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by fedarale
I'm guessin fool musta passed away, tragic losses
On the wall they got my picture at the post office
After travellin bouncin back and forth to different states
they finally caught me up in Kansas City
at a barbecue spot called Gates
Do the crime do the time - it ain't for no bitch
and as long as a nigga twerkin in the kitchen, he ain't trippin
I'll be up in that bitch makin spreads, drinkin Pruno
Cocoa and coffee Cadillacs, jumpin jacks
Takin flicks, shootin kites, makin wishes
Fuck around and get mad on the strength of con-ju-gal vi-sits
Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee(?)
Keep my shank close by me when I'm slee-py
Shouldn'ta caught me, shouldn'ta never found me
Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late, it is what it izzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..
It is what it izzzzzz..

[Kaveo]
Oh, ohh I see
It is what it was, and what it was is just what's been taught
Handle biz when it's to be done, and I mean rip you dig?
Cause ain't no sense in savin leftovers
That's yesterday's thing, roll with the right now
and everything gon' be is, what it izzzzzz..

"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"
"Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh"
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin
Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven"

I was smebbin through the park one day
"Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh"
Smebbin through the park one day
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"
I was smebbin through the park one day
"Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin"
Smebbin through the park one day
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"

I was smebbin through the park one day
In the very very month of May
I seen three switchin bitches, that thought I had riches
Started walkin towards my way
Hangin out the sunroof of my Brougham Caddy-Mack
Ham sandwich with the BEEZ off in the back
I mah-uh-macked on one, but I slapped down two
thoroughbred tenders like that, smashed out
Dabbed out, bust a pattern, leave em smokin
Just like Felix Mitchell and them used to do out there in Oakland
Major clout without a doubt like Clarence Carter I'll be strokin
Kick a bootch smooth up out my car if she get to actin like I ain't pokin

Smebbin through the park one day
"Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh"
I was smebbin through the park one day
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"
Smebbin through the park one day
"Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin"
I was smebbin through the park one day
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"

Say hoe, you got your E's mixed up
What the fuck you mackin for huh bitch? You got your E's mixed up
Always pitched a bitch, quality timer-ass bitch
you best to come and do, 'posed to be down with anything I do
Now first of all before you correct me
I was pretty much already an established celebrity
Get my keys zack me cash off
Keep up in the game so heavily
But youse a stubborn, why in the fuck you complain?
I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain
when you was in the red, without a roof overhead
I helped your ass out, by puttin you in my bed
Around this time last year your ass was in the dark
and bitch, I'm out -- headed to the park

Smebbin through the park one day
"Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh"
Smebbin through the park one day
"Boy you better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"
I was smebbin through the park one day
"Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin"
I was smebbin through the park one day
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"

Woke up in the morning on perculation
Hit the homies up, made reservation
What's crackin man, nigga what's cookin?
I got some hoes man, nigga good lookin
Walked out the house, ten thirty three
Dang near forgot my epinine milli-mi
It's unlawful for me to forget my pepper folks
yeah all my reapers and stealers would like it
for me to forget my pepper
Even though y'all my peoples, off the record playboy
where the alcohol and your broccoli at nigga I'm tryin to get my dick wet
Where the naked hoes? Where the big booty bitches? Yvettes and Susettes
I like em thick with the dookie mickers by their hand
Bow legged bitches with the bigger Gaps than the Band
Tell me a little bit about yourself bitch, tell me a little about your history
You done fucked around and made me mad, now I'msabout to talk bad
Tore up, ass, bitch, if you don't give me some head
You best to smeb -- bitch!

Smebbin through the park one day
"Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh"
I was smebbin through the park one day
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"
Smebbin through the park one day
"Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin"
I was smebbin through the park one day
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"

"Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh"
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin
Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven"
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"
"Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh"
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin
Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven"