1.L.i.q.
Mobb that shit out nigga!
Bosko, mobb that shit, beyotch!
Mobb shit (mobb shit)
We invented this shit (what'd we do？)
Boy i helped pioneer this
Boy i helped pioneer this..
.. hoe beotch!
I'm irkin; head spinnin dome swervin
Emergin to the right to the left, see three, hallucinatin
Stoned ain't got a lick but a bra protection on my phone
Therefore that'll make it this that much easier
For anybody with a computer that got the right data information
Software to clone, clone it off the streets - how much？
Basshead dis down playa price boy a hundred piece (hundred
piece)
Shit i don't figure dat dere ain't no mo' worse than clonin
sheep
Just understand, i dub this for my weeples
More hair on my face than my daddy do (daddy do)
I guess it's them steroids that they been puttin in our food (in
our food)
Shit the man behind the counter at the liquor store asked him
for id
Before he get to askin me and if he ask me for id then i'ma get
？？ bitch to use some of that swindlin ass fast-fast talkin
Con man ？？ in the ghetto urban reverse psychology
Niggaz got it tough out here; tough out here, it's rough
Niggaz got it rough out here; nigga out here it's tough
Chorus： e-40 (repeat 2x)
Let's hit the weed spot, let's hit the l.i.q.
Let's hit the liquor sto', let's hit the l.i.q.
Let's hit the house party, let's hit the l.i.q.
'pull up sideways, doin about a buck-fifty'
'hello my friend!' whassuper dude？
Give me a pack of sunflower seeds
And a box of larger size magnum rubbers
A generic lemon squeeze lime juice
And a bottle of goldschlager
A pack of licorice, lick-em-and-lock-em zig-zags
A hard boiled egg and them pickled pig feet (pickled pigs feet)
Shit i gotta do as much fuckin and partyin as i can
I gotta go turn myself in next week (beotch)
I'm up all night - playawhatchagonnabedoin？
Up in somebody's ？？ layin pipe
Bitchbetalkinaboutsuin and try to accuse yo' ass of rape;
Cause you rap
Sa' hoe, i ain't even tryin to entertain that
See i dip in mo' holes than a golf ball
Pussy fallin all out of my granada
Squabs in kansas city, squabs in colorado
Learned how to pop my collar in the city where they shot the
mack
Dem were some of the players that helped tie my shoes and lace
me
Name was curtis and b.o.
Well whaddya know？ doo doo dirt clucks ？？
Messy and tap that ass fool we in hella mo' (beotch)
Bitch-ass niggaz like b-legit and ？？ ？？
And mac-shon, mack d-shot and lil' bruce - beotch!
Chorus
On the dope track where the bassheads be comin through
I see more killings and more hop than the kangaroo
My baby's momma she sick, she on that glass dick
Be crawlin all on the rug lookin for that shit!
Hogan high school prom queen right？
On her hands and knees pickin up lint and anything that's white
That's how you can tell that a dopefiend's gone psycho
When they get to hah.. lookin all out the curtains with they
high beams
On the corner, be that dice game unfoldin (what happened？)
One of my dudes, seriously, he rollin
Then a couple of fools pull up and went for theirs a-course
With intentions of splittin my wig but it wound up gettin
reversed
I left they kite flyin, down for the grind, witnesses dissolve
A prime example of bad karma, murphy's law
If you gon' be a fool then be a fool, shit
But just know when to act a fool and who to act a fool with!
Chorus
'i don't care, call the cops..'
Mob shit
'i don't care, call the cops..'
Mob shit'll never fall
Mob shit gon' always sell through, smell that？
What mob shit do？
'i don't care, call the cops..'
All mob shit do is quadruple
I'm in this bitch, irkin like a motherfucker
'i don't care, call the cops..'
Fuckin shit, beotch!
'i don't care, call the cops..'
Yeah that's that shit
'i don't care, call the cops..'
See that's that shit that get a nigga krunk, right there
That's that shit that'll get a nigga buck, on they hoe ass
Mobb that shit out nigga!
Bosko, mobb that shit - they ain't knowin
Oooo-eeee-oooh, see i spit that shit too look here
Oooo-eeee-oooh, make the shit go like this here
Oooo-eeee-oooh...
2.Ballaholic
You know my.. my whole def-a-nation is to spit straight game
You dig that？ (straight game) i i come from the game baby y'know
I come from this motherfucker, you undersmell that？
Aya, and you know, it's like this nigga
Pimped-out all day you know hillside vallejo nigga
You undersmell me？ been speakin the real for many moons
My niggaz in the 7-0-7 on down to compton
I'm in my fubu trunks, she in her gown
Cause if some cats tryin to have at me,
I sick the canine in the background
I'm plannin on splittin my crown but it ain't gon' be too simple
See i'm a baller, i got bars around the window
Rottweilers, pits and (？？) doberman pischers tanked up in the
yard
While the side of the pistol reads warning： beware of dog!
You play the frog if you feel froggish nigga leap
I neglect my dogs, starvin, sometimes they don't eat
Elroy speak to me about my triple-beam (？) well i got crew
Po'-po', thanks for weighin that shit at the roots
Run with a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads,
knahwhatimean？
Big nigga, the size of a football team
I wear these glasses so that 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 wales, we be coonin
But see you the type of the nigga that'll go in the backroom
And beep yo'self and act like yo' pager boomin
Yeah man, cause a real tycoon
Gon' take this shit from the flo' to the moon
Still northstar ridin, six-oh strikin
Switch up v-s cherry chokin the wrist and the pinkie
But keep it loose around the neck and make sure hoes in check
So if you gon' fill a nigga cup, fill it up with paper
Cause we ballaholics bitch, ain't that quiet about this shit
If you're on it spend it like you mean it
Uhh, (？？) since i was ankle low to a centipede's claw
I always wanted to 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
Beotch! serious about my rock shrine
I don't give a fuck how much curtis your shoe had
Nigga your mud don't knead like mine!
I bring the noise like a cymbal {＊crash＊}
I fuck with (？？), make you stick your pistol out the window
Beotch! y'all oughta see me at the state fair
Showin off in front of my grandma
Win my little nieces one of the biggest stuffed animal prizes
there
Nicknamed charlie but my street name is unc'
Ballaholic like (？？) nephew lil' (？？)
I know these streets like the task force know dope
I am the streeets, my ghetto pass can't be revoked
Ten percent, i paid my tax, forgive me for my sins
Smoke an ounce of weed a day, maybe that's why i ain't go no
ends
You see, you niggaz real truant mayne
Runnin around here puttin a black eye in the game
When we tryin to feed y'all somethin nutritional for the brain
And nourish yo' game
You see there's two type of niggaz in this world：
Those that eat and those that don't
What type of nigga is you, you know？
You see we got the tycoon status
Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out your trash
You dig？
You can call me lawry's cause i'm seasoned
I eat (？) out, but not when it's bleeding
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
Toss me good, and i might dolce and gabbana it
Gave yo' ass some bread, and let you go buy up some shit
Callin yourself takin advantage of my riches
I'm tryin to be nice to yo' ass
I normally talk bad about you bitches
And got sent to +tha hall of game+ buggin and bein notorious
For slappin chickenheads upside they weave and what (？？)
Mayday mayday, they callin all patrol cars and units
Be on the lookout for the hillside managler, (？？？？？)
I'd rather fly than ride amtrak
When i make dollars i fuck with cee-lo, then go hard black
Nigga i'm forsakin for the likes of rap
Can't put out - like who？ like a fat beotch
I know you didn't say can't put out like a fats
Yeah, cause we do this shit
Up off the ground on a pitcher's mound
Slidin, to the bad catcher, able to snatch ya
Bat yo' g out the pocket
Run it again with a nigga that's in the socket
And it ain't my problem, if the hoe hollerin
We all about dollars, and collar-poppin
Nigga, beotch!!!
Baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic nigga
Undersmell this nigga
If you got your ve-hi-cle in your baby's momma's name
Nigga youse a ballaholic, nigga you undersmell me？
Please believe in a nigga
Ballaholic nigga, you undersmell me？
If you sittin on gold tennis shoe slippers nigga,
You undersmell me？ youse a ballaholic
Don't ever get it twisted nigga, yeah
If you put ten thousand down on some je-wels nigga
Over at your house nigga in frisco nigga
And go back and get it the next day, youse a ballaholic
You smell that nigga？ ballaholics nigga
Ballaholics fuck with sic-wid-it records nigga
Ballaholics listen to that mob shit nigga
We stick to the rules and regulations of this motherfuckin game
You undersmell that？ please believe it, bitch-ass niggaz
If youse a ballaholic, nigga (scream it like you mean it)
Youse a baller, please believe that
That's what a ballaholic is nigga
We ball til we have it all you undersmell that？
Rick rock, youse a ballaholic？
My nigga, my nigga d-wiz a ballaholic
Don't ever get it twitted nigga
My nigga kaveo in the motherfucker with me you undersmell that？
We some fools with it
My nigga steve garvey, (？？), you undersmell that？
And that nigga muggsy you know he's a fuckin ballaholic
Gold-tooth motherfuckin pretty boy floyd ass nigga
I love you to death motherfucker, fuck ya though
Fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya i'm in this motherfucker for life!
V.. a.. l-l-h-o, l-i-c, it's me e-feeze-e
L-i-c, it's me e-feeze-e
Ballaholic beotch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3.'cause I Can
Forty-wadahhhhhhhhh!
Ehhh.. (ehh..) yea!
We do this for life ya dumb fucks, y'all niggaz is dumptrucks
The type to bitch up, and getcha eyebrows plucked
Mark my words loco gon' have it like motown's heyday
So dope they name us all twice like we, pelle pelle
You better be prepared to call me billy loco gorde
Pop my collar with none other than earl-40
Squab on a square like it's high noon, cousin wit tycoons
If you fuck with sick wid it y'all niggaz gon' die soon
I can't make a fiend do nuthin against they will
I just leave they eyes so yellow you see em and yield
Whoa -- spill the guts of the ones that's not real
So when you see me nigga scream out one shot kill
Gotta, spot on my shoe from all the blood we spill
I get it even if i don't want it nigga like free refill
Y'all don't wanna give us our props, y'all niggaz gon' get
dropped
Nigga fuck hip-hop, nigga this crip-hop {＊gunshot＊} what？
Chorus： e-40 + jayo felony (repeat 2x)
Pimp'n why you splurgin？ (cause i can)
Why you go up in my beer？ (nigga cause i can)
Why you smokin all that broccoli？ (cause i can)
Why everybody think you rich？ (nigga cause i am!)
Motherfucker ？？ grew up on the undertuckamajig
My destination control the block
Fast ass wad full of ones in my pocket
With a hundred dollar bill wrapped on top
Thirty-two shot extended clip to keep it trill when i pop
Durin the summer it's zenith's but in the winter ？？ not
Better believe us don't try to play us for false
Cause it's not a game no way no how
Billy loco, charlie hustle and major payne nigga now
How you think i was gonna deallllllllll with it？
Fuck around and wind up gettin killllllllled with it
Beotch! you booty rappers get penalized, and expedited
Cause dey don't think about they shit, before they write it
We don't sell narcotics with the po-po problems, playboy take a
look
We off into real estate, cd's, millions of wealth
Used to be crooks still hang around crooks, dealers and ex-cons
Niggaz with luke's and ？？ ？？ shirt on
Players with cake, pushin they weight, try to find the last trap
'fore they bloody wrecked illegal corporate scratch
What they buck？
Chorus
Are y'all fools ready for dis？ it's a loco for sure i'll blast
With billy loco and 40-water we take your life then we haul ass
Tall cash stacked in the basement
Can't leave the house with less than a zip an a extra clip
Niggaz wanna know why i get down like this ain't that a bitch？
You see my, life on tv cause it's the daddy with the ？？ and a p
Niggaz just can't seem to get away from pd while they surrounded
me
And houndin me cause i ball hard, on parole and a double-r
Fifty to a hundred g's and je-wels on wrists
Nigga we ghetto stars
Shit my niggaz spent g's to push, drop bentleys
Remi mark sippin, cristal, x-o hennesey
And better believe when we enemies we spray wit these
Every night at twelve have your whole motherfuckin city prayin
on knees
And still 40-water pass the strap and i blast, still hit the gas
Had to tear his whole motherfuckin head off tryin to ？？ the
stash
Every man they all man, quick to pull a lick out the brougham
Only reason i rode down on that bitch ass nigga, is because i
can!
Chorus
4.Get Breaded
Oooooh, e-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce money, get breaded
Fat joe, get breaded
Oooooh, e-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce money, get breaded
Fat joe, get breaded
My penitentiary family'll
Reach 'fore you make a bet, when you gonna lay in a buck？
When you gon' bust these suckers upside the head with another
dump？
I ain't no punk i'm like a basepipe cause i'm dope
E'rytime i touch the microphone, i come with smoke
Playa potnah whatchu talkin bout？ what dey lookin like？
I just come off a double-album, you know that shit was tight
And you right i make my drops for the club and the trunk
Like a pregnant lady come with a album every eight or nine
months
See y'all ain't ready
At seventeen i had a hundred dollars -- eh-eh, thousands
Chevy impalas, ？？, cougars, lower-development housin
Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it
When y'all was tryin to walk it, see i was tryin to run it
Smoked a lot of trees drunk (trees drunk)
Locked a lot of keys in the trunk (keys in the trunk)
On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin saki
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers, like liberace
To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters
Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
If youse obsessed withcha wealth and it
More carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
The only way i get involved if it mean more dough
(uh-huh) sauce money, e-4-oh
You know they want em, diamonds, flaunt em
Treat all my hoes like billy blank son and tae-bo on em
Whattup ma, too many g's to consume？
I spit game so i can ease in your womb
I know what you thinkin i'm just teasin the tomb
While i kick it with 40, take the keys to my room
Lobster, shrimpin, never simpin, gangsta limpin
Went from sauce money to big pimpin
Like bell bottoms, too much flate for some
Flow so hot got summer scared to come
But everybody on the track holdin weight
Five hundred thou', that's the golden gate
From b-k to oaktown, pass the smoke round
Let me find out who broke now, uh-huh
There's love in the east and there's love in the west
Coast to coast g's do what you do best, just
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
To all my gettin money chicks if you love the song
Tell your man if he broke, he dead-ass wrong, you better
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
Yeah, who wanna fuck with the last don？
I hate you niggaz with a pass-ion
Fuck around and get blast on
My niggaz mad strong and they kill you quick
Come out or get hit, we the shit
Think i would lie to you bitch？
You could die with the snitch, and buried alive in the ditch
Come five with the fifth, try to slide but you slid
We the livest of clicks, terror squad to the death of me
Remember me？ the same kid that ran triz on stephanie
Felony's the minimal, enemies i pity you
Step to me, c'est la vie, and i'm killin you
Drillin you with holes in your chest
You opposin the best
T.s., supreme, crows on the nest
？？ like what you say out here ain't nuttin nice
For brownie points or stripes niggaz take your life
With boxcutters, fuck a knife, just for braggin rights
Lost in the game!! drownin sinkin holdin my breath
Lost in the game!! broke miserable starvin to death
Boom boom boom, boom boom!
Crazy weebleations.. boss burn broom!
Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand dollars worth
Of counterfeit bills, marked money and sour dope deals
To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters
Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
If youse obsessed withcha wealth and it
More carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
And there you have it
Three tycoons.. weighin in at 300-plus ya undersmell that？
Fat joe, sauce money and e-40, ya undersmell that？
East coast west coast connection, y'know
Sick wid it records, the new millineum ballers
Ya undersmell me？ where you come from？
Beyotch？! you know we do this .. hoahhhh
A-hoahhhh! sheeeit! beotch!
5.Look At Me
Whas happenin, whas happenin？
You got to love this yere nigguh
My boys, my hot boys
Juve and ？？
Bout to lace this game nigga
Do it the way we do it with e-4-0 charlie hustle
Look, i went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
Stealin niggaz cars to tv's in expeditions
Thuggin is how i play it everyday all day
I keep it all the way real i can't see it no other way
I represent mines, hot boys
Slip up my whole click rides, get shot boy
That's how it go; we straight do or die - we checkmate holdin
niggaz
Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' nigga
(juvenile! juvenile! juvenile!)
Let's get this shit cracklin
My probation officer's gonna know what happened
Stay out the way i'm h-o-t and bout that action
Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin, camouflage fashion
I'm all about that luxury (luxury) - i'm also bout
Puttin 50 in yo' head boy if you thinkin bout fuckin me
I'ma be here fo' a minute (what else？) you gotta respect it
(uh-huh)
There's a lot of niggaz out here gettin killed to accept it
Chorus： e-40 and hot boys (repeat 2x)
Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me)
Squattin twenty inch twinkies (look at me)
I'm like that! it's like that! what？
I'm like that! it's like that! (look at me)
Charlie hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin slow
With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin four times ga-uh gold zenith wides and vogues
Bout snuffin down, right next to me, is the call from the frogs
Uhh - sound system on bloo-blam-blam
Puffin on the doobie almost grubbed, dang it burnt in my lap
Smokin trees with the window up (windows up)
Traffic backed up, middle finger up
I don't associate or surround myself with c.i.'s
Confidential informants snitches affadavits stool pigeons
Marks simple simon sucker sap simps i be kickin it real tough
With the, p.i.'s, hustlers, tycoons
Gangsters killers that might not even look like
With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of
benzes
Player type individuals, thugged out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millenium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip joints gamblin shacks and hole in the wall
clubs
Chorus
Man, it's like neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch
So get yo' paper straight nigga and go and buy some shit
Tv's inside when i ride bitch
And i'ma hide these hoes behind limo tints
Fulfill my dreams i'm a rich bitch
And when i hit yo' hood i'ma blind a bitch
Shine, tape sellin got me buyin shit
Dyin？ gon' be here past ninety-nine, slick
Rewind, these hoes back to time slick
So nigga slap that bitch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and tell that hoe hot boy in this bitch
So nigga fuck that bitch, tell her suck yo' dick
Now, now
Here come the youngest, wayne, you can call me weezy
Flyin up the interstate in a lamborghini
Police right behind me, i'm drivin too fast
I pull over on the grass, they want my autograph
I flipped off ki's, i get my g's
I spit my 3's if you twist my cheese
I'm duckin white sheets and i avoid the feds
If you think that you can stop us - boi go auhead
Chorus
E-feezy and the hb's in this motherfucker man (the hot boys)
Juvenile (bosco) you heard about me
The b.g. (uh-huh) the number one stun'na (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Baby thirty-two gold ya heard me？
The bay area, and the u-p-t (uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh)
We connected nigga, you gotta respect it
It's off the heezy
Uhh, uhh (what, beyotch!)
6.Duckin' ＆ Dodgin'
My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my paper my scratch
My hookas my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my batch
My peppa, my pistols, my straps, my peppa my pistols my straps
My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my gats
The wires the taps the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax
When these killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember tell my motha' i love her, i love her
On top of that the i the r the s
Police station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, fake identification
Up under alias number skipped bail
Now i'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man i ain't neva' went to
jail
An' told some stuff
Vallejo didn't raise no powder puff
When i see 'em i'm blastin' i'm dumpin' make believers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast first an' ask questions later
I betcha they tell ya i did such a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man i wasn't gonna hurt him
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the races
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim
After ditchin' an' dodgin' the rolla
I found myself in south dakota
All by myself grindin' an' runnin' the block
Hustlin' an' slangin' them rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' locations an' spots
Greasin' an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' away pots
Coppin' an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up cock
Scheming an' plottin' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck they botch
Servin' flour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus i been done struck out
Already it's heavy i'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the wrong person
Pulled out his lead and aimed it fo' my head
Instead it hit me in my leg burstin'
Who got a band-aid
Can't go see a surgeon cause i ain't on medicaid or should i say
medical
I'm in this pal for quite sometime
Now i been wanted for a little while
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim
The grays the hounds the bussies
Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in kentucky
Way out of dodge lost a little weight but i used to be chubby
nigga
Stressin' poppin' pills
Takin' more than anti-depressants i got the chills
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than i done count blessings
Since i was hills the smithins the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as weapons
I ain't neva been no sucka in life
Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number twice
Fuckin' around when they brought me down to be exact
On the streets i'm nothin' but up in here
I'm under dat act
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it. gotta git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds thew chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim
7.Fuckin' They Nose
Let's make it happen
Mmmhmm.. i mean it can't get mo' mobber
Y'know, we like to buy our shit in bulk
Y'know in volumes
Y'know like costco？ we fuck with bosco
(fuckin with bosco) you smell me？
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
Sssshit, beotch!
Chorus： {all}
Fuckin they nose like this
Fuckin they nose like this
Fuckin they nose like this
Fuckin they nose like this
I be the first out, nigga shady bring the worst out
Black beretta put the thirst out
See i'm rollin in my truck, dick hardest to fuck
Hit a block, and let the bitch blow on my sock
I got bass rock tips, red-nose tits
Las vegas chips better dub out here (uh-huh)
Spend g's overseas got 'em sprung on the game (sprung on the
game)
And all in amsterdam you was hearin my name
I move raps over beats, tales from the street
Concrete walker, straight male stalker
(？？) broken temple of hemp, i keep it simple
Money all mine, i give a fuck if you fine
My crew, doggish, sic-wid-it hoggish
Ball in two-thousand, suckers ain't allowed in
Catch me on the track with the froze up wrists
And i'll be fuckin they nose, like this (beeotch!)
Chorus w／ minor variations
These bitches in competition (what what)
But ain't gon' bust a grape in a food fight
And nigga, you blowin hot air
I don't care, i keep a spare square
Bitches better beware, run up i dare you
Suga t the boss bitch, hittin switches
Mobbin old school then beatin down bitches
I'm struttin my tools, fool; give it up or shut up
Been done mess around and got stuck-up, set up
I still ride with yola copped in my cot
Impulse with chops and still be a top notch
Fuckin your nose, and yo' dome (and yo' dome)
Man shot, let these haters know
I was intrigued by the way things ran
How it was done (what else) how a bitches mind was run
So i hollered at the master pimp, who was dressed in mink
I asked him could i buy him a drink
He said, 'what can i do for you son？' i said i wish to pimp
I want yo' same stroll, and i want yo' limp
I want my mail to be as long as yours
Sport big cars and breakin all the whores
Load me up with your finest disk
I'm only fifteen and i'm ready to pimp
I want my hoes to pull in all the tricks
I'm fuckin they nose like this
Chorus w／ variations
Fuckin they nose like this
Aowwww, aowwww, i can feel it when you talk
Even when you walk
Won't you sprinkle me
Just thank you, thank you
Fuckin they nose like this
Just thank you, thank you
Beotch! remember me？
From 'i got a mirror in my pocket and i practice lookin hard'
I'm in the traffic pervin ridin on about a buck-oh-fever
Down (？？) boulevard
I does the thing to do peddle to the metal
Punchin on the gas, great dipped caddy showin my ass
Flamboastin, straight out of vallel'
But i got this mack game, comin from oakland
Niggaz love me, i'm a boss ＊i'm a boss)
My accountant keith say that i should lease
But see i'm ethnic, fuck a tax write-off
I'm off that st. ide's, i got that charlie in my deck
I'm dang near paralyzed, runnin over the yellow reflectors about
to wreck
I'm seein two's, three's, oasises and mirages
Bumpin into trees, leaves, garbage cans and garages
Under my seat, military issue
Spoofed up insurance, sr-22
A sack of broccoli and a bunch of bottles, i'm grounded
Fuck around and got my vehicle impounded
Shit beotch, fuck, elroy's roughed me up
Them bitches knew i had power cause i got out within a month
Chorus w／ variations
8.Seasoned
Uh, you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot butter
I'm in an antique oldschool four door muffler draggin' beat up
duster
Wit scrapes and scratches, nicks and scars
Y'all git to drink out of wine glasses, we gotta drink out of
jelly jars
Down and out like four flat tires no washing machine nor dryer
Just ah pillow sack
And ah bunch of clothes wrapped in a sheet on our way to the
laundrymat
Will i ever get paid, can i make a dollar out of fifteen cent
Y'allz got it made, we broke and starvin' barely payin' the rent
Sleepless nights, alligator tears
Mommy arguin' wit my daddy, daddy drunk too many beers
911 mr.po, po dey ain't happy wit day marriage
Pops tryn'a beat her down and make her have a miscarriage
My cousin shoots the needle, she be gone for days
She on that da ah diesel, she gone end up wit aids
I told her i love her but you know what she said to me
Everybody got a gay or atleast one dope fiend in they family
You ain't the only one wit a reject in yo family
That's real
The reasoned the reasoned that we are seasoned
Seasoned that we fill our paper want disappear
Ohe, hey it's been a long time in the bay
With god on our side we have somethin' to say
And the and through the hard times we survive the game
Survive the game
If y'all smell onions dat's my arms potent
The reason i'm musty is 'caus ewe ain't got no mo' deordorant
The laughing stock patna, we aint got no cash
Feet stinking through my shoes in p.e. class
I'm thriznew wit biznieng brizoke
I'm about to hiznit the griznind and if i git popped it ain't
half no more
It's eighty percent of my time
But that's ah cha ah chance that i'm a have to ah take
Today my son birthday and i can't even buy a cake
I'm so damn through ah through i had a j.o.b
You want me to cut my perm, oh y'all gone ave to fire me
My fellow just got out da joint, that he might be o.k.
But my fellow got out and got stabbed twenty-six times that same
damn day
Who wanted to git dunked on in the the flatlands
It ain't never too late patna
All we need is a piece of plywood and a milk carton crate
What about dat shopping basket, you know i'm smart
We can gone take the wheels off that and ma ah make a go cart
Yo peoples blessed you, i started from a quarter ounce
You came in the dope game wit a silver spoon up in yo' mouth
Why we gotta gamble maine
We hurtin', you got all the bucks
In the ghetto we play dominoes for push ups
The reasoned the reasoned that we are seasoned
Seasoned that we fill our paper won't disappear
Ohe, it's been a long time in the bay
With god on our side we have somethin' to say
And the and through the hard times we survive the game
Survive the game
9.Earl That's Yo' Life
Earl.. whassup mayne？
It's yo' potnah short dawg
You know we come a long way baby
+from the ground up+
Oh they love the way us players ball
No doubt, that's how we do this
It's all about you mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin
I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by (？？)
Cause i'll probably never ever see the pearly gates
At the rate i'm goin now, it'll be too late
Take life taste it, get on and smell it
You know what charlie is？ well it's sucker repellant
I spray myself with it every morning, you dig？
I spray myself right before i leave the crib
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, bullets ricochet
I'm bendin corners in my cadillac escalade
It's summertime and i'm scorchin, fuck a bulletproof
I'm hella keyed and i'm perkin off that num-num juice
I'm in the traffic with my music on storm
Got a ticket just for blowin my, horn (ba-baaa,
ba-ba-ba-baa-baaaa)
The real, pinkie ring, princess cut
Carats on, around my neck
Lookin like some clones, be at yo' best
We don't play checkers no more, we play chess
One trey tri trey double (？？)
H-i-double-l sideshow
All about my fetti-oh
One-time want to see me fold
It's ob-vious i'm humungous
Acres cars and businesses
All about my fetti-oh
Bank account got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit
Tycoon stickin to the script, beotch!
Chorus： {sung}
Earl, that's yo' life
Ooohhhhh earl, that's yo' life
Earl, that's yo' life
Ooohhhhh earl, that's yo' liii-iiii-iiii-iiii-iife
Straight up out the game
The realest nigga you done talked to all day
It's the dry season, outsmart the po'-po's
Cookin birdies in the kitchen, with c-bo
From livin nappy, e'rybody know me
Used to sell taffy, white girl nasal candy
Hoes'll dress tacky, just so i can bank they dome
Bank 'em make them think i'm broke,
Use the dope game as a steppin stone
(？？) (？？) next steal walkie talkies
I'm the one that really-natin them faulty chips
I got the gift of gab, i'm off the choo choo track
I want the fetti, fuck the fame, y'all can have that
One-time want to see me fold
It's ob-vious i'm humungous
Acres cars and businesses
All about my fetti-oh
Bank account got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit
Chorus
The street life, +ballin outta control+
My +million dollar spot+, way too cold
So many +record haters+, my +back against the wall+
When i was growin up i seen a lot of +rappers ball+
Bring the yellow tape, +it's on, on sight+
You wanna squash the funk？ shoot me a peace kite
Where the party at？ who got that carlos rossi？
Who in my +drinkin club+？ i'm bout to mob somebody
I'm fee-ed-exin, (？？) have me do a (？？) wait
From sardines and (？？) (？？)
I looked the game in the eye, the game looked at me back
Told me to sell my triple beam, and start rap
One-time want to see me fold
It's ob-vious i'm humungous
Acres cars and businesses
All about my fetti-oh
Bank account got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit
Tycoon stickin to the script, beotch!
Chorus
I love when they get on that paper chase
10.Rules ＆ Regulations
My killers don't take out dopefiends, my killers take out
factors
My killers ain't even from out here dude
My killers some out-of-town freelancers
Professional hitsmen vanilla(？) hoppers up under they belt
Broccolis(？) up under they belt
A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt
'forty, there go that nigga
That sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set'
You mean that (？？) for that synthetic dope
That ripped me, that shit that was wet kid？
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin
Within the next few days, potnah came up missin
See a lot of these niggaz bitch up
And crack under pressure when it's time to face it
Get to bumpin they gums, rollin over
Breakin the rules and regulations
Wild nigga not stickin to the script
And get the jacket put on yo' ass for life
What jacket？ batch, this jacket：
That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice
That's why we can't be talkin and bein all careless on these
phones
I know technology now
Allows po'-po' to look inside walls and see inside homes
I know all i was tryin to do
Is buy my little daughter a brand new pair of jordans
That's important, but you gotta remember
The state one step ahead of the law-enforcement
Be short with all of yo' shit
Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy
Talkin pig-latin keep you employed
Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies
Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your brain
Auction off yo' assets nigga, sell yo' trophies, sell yo'
mustang
You know what that bring？ ching ching
Playa potnah motherfucker dude that's some mail
Convertible top, black on black interior exterior
He gon' be worth about twelve
Talkin about you was savin it for your little nephew to scatter
Nigga don't you know anything over 20 years old is a classic？
Regulation #1： keep yo' business to yo' lonesome
Regulation #2： make sure the product you carry is wholesome
Regulation #3： make yo' cheese, never eat it
Regulation #4： never put yo' trust in a hoe
(the rules and regulations)
Chorus： e-40 (repeat 4x)
These are the things you need to know (the rules and
regulations)
Uhh, you're 'posed to, you're 'posed to
Play that damn game like it's supposed to be plinayed
Always keep a bucket full of battery acid
To throw yo' dope in just in case they raid
That way they can't prosecute your residence
Cause you done been already got rid of all the evidence
Tryin to get a buck -- a buck？
A soup pot, a blender and a measurin cup
In my section eight appartment complex
Mizzi-matrics, and dirty convicts
'nephew, did you get my message？'
Yeah i got yo' message; you told me to clean up behind myself
And scrape the residue up off the edges
'what else？' always look over my headrest and my rearview zone
Cause triflin be skanless and the skanless might try to follow
me home
Never tell a motherfucker what time you gon' cop or come back
fo'
Throw they ass off a bit - come back within the next day or two
I don't need no cowards, just warriors on my tank(？)
I don't sell coke no more dude, i sell mescaline
Regulation #5： when it's a drop nigga park yo' feet
Regulation #6： fuck 12 and a box (？) (？) street
Regulation #7： don't take yo' business to where you livin
Regulation #8： keep yo' heat but fly straight
(the rules and regulations)
Chorus
Blaow, pushin numbers on the dial-tone
Took a swig of my 40 but i forgot i had the cap still on
Look to my left and ask, honey for a light
She looked at me and said, baby you alright？
I said i'm cool, but ain't this shit supposed to relax us？
Fired up a newport, but i accidentally lit it backwards
For some strange reason i had a feelin
That that hood-hoe bitch was sneaky
Come to find out this bitch done laced my weed and slipped me a
mickey
Now i'm feelin sweaty..
Eyelids gettin heavy..
Stomach feelin queasy.. {＊yawwwwn＊}
All of a sudden, now i'm slee-py
Woke up naked, slowly regainin my memory
Well where did they find you？ around the corner from applebee
Over there by costco, right there off the freeway
Admiral callaghan(？) (？？) yeah, right next door to safeway
Stripped me clean, got me for some g's
Set me up, stole my car keys
Guess that's the consequences when you sellin that d
Shit, next time i bet i take my drink to the bathroom with me
Regulation #9： check in those that get out of line
Regulation #10： don't sell yo' soul if you hit the pen
Regulation #11： keep yo' hooptie hot and revvin
Regulation #12： keep enough to pay your lawyer mail
(the rules and regulations)
Chorus
11.Borrow Yo' Broad
It's a fool cause i'm in texas-arkana right？
I seen baby girl, she say, look ah uh you know what i say to
myself
I say, she look like baby dattaway! (dattaway!)
You smell that？ i say look here
I been lookin for you in the broad daylight with a flashlight
baby
Where you been？ (where you been？)
Yeah, like my nigga pimpin' ken
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that？)
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that？)
Well let me borrow yo' broad (let me borrow yo' broad)
Let me borrow yo' batch (let me borrow yo' batch)
Let me borrow yo' bootch (let me borrow yo' bootch)
Let me borrow that hoe! (let me borrow that hoe!)
I hear fetti (petty) callin (callin)
Callin (callin) yeah the bitch subject again
Broke and reckless eyeballin, fuckin around with charlie hustle
main
It's in my spine (it's in my spine)
And what's deeply and hella obvious that what the broad think
Is her business, must be mine
I put the tick in the time, i thought you knew (i thought you
knew)
Retire (retire) - tsh, beeyatch (beeytach!)
Through with it before most of these square dancers
Even had any kind of idea what to with it, get tired (get tired)
He ain't gon' bust a girl, that ain't you toughest (that ain't
you toughest)
Dude i cain't play a fool, potnah i'm a solid nigga dig this
(dig that)
Suspension (suspension)
Bitch got to pay me hoe, or pay me no attention!
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that？)
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that？)
Well let me borrow yo' broad (let me borrow yo' broad)
Let me borrow yo' batch (let me borrow yo' batch)
Let me borrow yo' bootch (let me borrow yo' bootch)
Let me borrow that hoe! (let me borrow that hoe!)
Pay attention, this one with extension, big boots with the
gloves
Seems she's lookin for love
Spent a dub at the bar with her, see i promised not to hit her
Long as i can get her
To the floor fashion show, short skirt and high heels
So the ass can show, satisfaction
Action make her ask for mo', gettin dough
Don't need no hoe that's po', you know？
You'd rather blow fo' with the snowbunny, well i ain't mad
Cause the hoe money mo' money, sweet as snow money
Bring it to a pimp so he maintain wealth
Forty g's on the yacht, i got cock for sale
Might bail to miami, nine hoes deep
Red bull and my bad hoes get no sleep
Gators on my feet, i talk shit you know
On how everything here is a hoe
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that？)
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that？)
Well let me borrow yo' broad (let me borrow yo' broad)
Let me borrow yo' batch (let me borrow yo' batch)
Let me borrow yo' bootch (let me borrow yo' bootch)
Let me borrow that hoe! (let me borrow that hoe!)
Smell, smell, char-lie
Smell, smell, smell me
Smell, smell, the cheezie
Smell, smell, smell away
You can't make a tramp a champ even if you put her on a stamp
That bitch still wouldn't be worth a cryin dime
A blue nickel, or a screamin quarter
40-water put it in order
Bitch it's about cb＆h and i ain't talkin about pure cane sugar
I'm talkin about cock a butt and head
Cock, butt, and head
Cock, butt, and head
Cock, butt, and head
Cock, butt, and head
What you need to do is put that hoe on the track baby
Right now, or let me borrow that broad
Let me borrow that batch
Let me borrow that bootch
Let me borrow that hoe
12.Do What You Know Good
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
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
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
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
13.Mouthpiece
I don't need no iron i'm already creased
I don't need no money i got mouthpiece
Thug wit me who got that indo nigga mug wit me
Stick yo' pistol out the window have a few drinks wit me
Nigga get fired up
Out of state dummy license plate faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door weed back seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to fuck alot mix the business wit the pleasure
What's up you timer when you gone resign
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own
clothing line
Ain't no tellin'
That's what harold told melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When teddy pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous
dude
A little microscopic seed maranatin' in the fallopian tube
Ready to face the world ready to say my speech
Ready to come out early feet first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos tres quattro
Drinkin' malt liquor out the baby bottle
Five five six six seven eight
Move from the crest side to the hillside
Go ahead ask the v.p.d.
Betcha they tell you about me
Betcha they tell you they been investigatin' my ass since '83
Betcha they say dude real,
Betcha they say i don't know how that nigga did it
But he sittin' on a few mill
All i gotta say is nemesis
Bet i know one thing betch you they know
Who shot my mommas house up that night on magazine
Should i say i wanna take a face nah
Cause if the district attorney get this tape they might build a
case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like tarzan
Hold it fo' ten
Five lucky to be alive
I only got one mo' album to do on jive, an' i'm gone
I don't need no iron i'm already creased
I don't need no money igot mouthpiece
Let's go half on a forty an' a twamp sack of broccoli
I got a car deville coupty
So what if its primer colored so what it's a hooptie
So what if the lifters tick i knwo i'm forty water
So what if i gotta get up under the engine an' tap the starter
In the mourning eatin' cereal
Strapped with the 223 infrared material
Who come from nothin' who run the thirteen hundred block
Who used to top have to walk the streets floodin' wit holes in
they socks
Who really real, how many know the deal
Who got they church clothed from the good will
Click shit makes a muthafuckas night
Niggas listen to it 'cause it's right
Money don't make me, i make money
What i look like fuckin' over a broad, playboy i'm a macaroni
I mean that bitch got miles on her she's a ho
I mean that bitch can teach the wind how to blow
She's a pro groupie though
Zulu jocka binaca
The hood head knocka'
I don't need no iron i'm already creased
I don't need no money i got mouthpiece
Sometimes i'm suited up sometimes i don't care
When i'm grindin' i don't brush my teeth or comb my hair
When i'm timin' i like to buy drinks
When i'm timin' it's louie the thirteenth
Ballers you know how we livin'
You know how we meet 'em in the parking lot at popeye's chicken
I can mesmerize a hoe by jowsin
Can you make a g look like ten thousand
Where all my ghetto tycoon, beanie caps, and kangols
Where all my niggas wit them federal beepers on they ankles
Where all the hood-hoe dick teasers
Where all my beautiful black intelligent divas
I dont' need no iron i'm already creased
I don't need no money i got mouthpiece
14.Big Ballin' With My Homies
{editor's note：this is a remake of sir mix-a-lot's 'my posse's
on broadway'}
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies!
Me and my click-alation, at home away from home
In the black bentley azura, with the faulty chip phone
I'm callin up the mossie, it's time to get bent
Showcasin and collarpoppin, campaignin like the president
C-notes, hundred dollar bills
Playaz wit bread ridin houses on wheels
Jewels sparklin glistenin gleamin flossy crystal clear
Baguettes -- hangin from my fist like a chandelier
Felines holler, scream, 'oooh he got the bump!!
Soundin like godzilla tryin to get up out the trunk!!'
Jealous mark fuckin suckers wanna battle -- that ain't sharp
Wig-splitters that'll comb yo' natural, on my squad
Fuckin em up like that mayne, you know, my.. pants saggin
Look like i done dookied on myself
Bandana, tatted, swingin em sideways
Livin lavish -- big ballin on tycoon status, beotch!
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies! mossie up!
Ka-ruise... cruuuuuise...
Cruisin' magazine, a cutlass on them socks
Rap accumulated papers, so no more slangin rocks
We don't walk around like peons, instead we's bout our scrill'
The click-alation family, straight up out the hill
Everytime we do this, cutlass candy on spoke
Po-po billy club us cause they think that we sell dope
I told em that i rap, i told em that i spit
E'ry year we ship our cars to the freak-a-nik
Thugs, timers that own barbershops, tow trucks, and clubs
Homies, that open up they liquor stores on sunday
For me, bo-nitch, bootch
Hood trojan's boss, players from the sticks
Pocket stuffin, some of the homies hustlin
Some of my playaz are pimps, some of the homies strugglin
But none of my folks are simps, marks, nothin of that there
magnitude
Saps, sarches got me twisted, what ch'all do？ beotch, beotch!
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies! c'mon widdit!
Rrrollin with the mossie, we never get bored
There's not another click, with more points scored
The breezies by the college, was lookin for a lift
Tryin to ride in first class and them haters wanna trip
Cause i never liked a sucker, who beat up on they broad
If you're lackin on your mackin then she's rollin with the squad
Mossie to the house party, girlies come in twos
No conversation needed, automatic pick and choose
Talkin up under your brisneath, hot air？
Comin off like you some sort of hellafied ass ninja - but youse
a square
Whatchu doin charlie？ just videotapin myself grindin, candid
camera
Coonin' wit mo' scratch den dandra turf boomin'
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies! mossie up!
15.Ghetto Celebrity
Ghetto celebriteeeeeee... ooooh
(you ain't heard shit, you ain't did shit
'til you got yo' wig split)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
{nobody.. nobody}
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
(you ain't did shit, you ain't heard shit
'til you got yo' wig split)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
{nobody.. nobody}
Ahhh (ahhhh)
I got straight thrick-fifty-fifty-seven, reasons
That are criminals, thugs, hoodlums, heathens
Smoke wet, daddies, sherm, high
Bloop bloop dip dip water water fry
Crack, cocaine yola, bloody sheets
They brought it in on a plane, and i put it on my streets
1300 block, magazine
40 in the kitchen cookin, ice cream
Zippers, zones, her-on and hubba rocks
Gotta little kids to the front yard runnin around distractin the
cops
Skirts, breezies felines, hootchies shorties
Playaz pimpin, gettin blunted and drankin forties
Chevies cougars, firebirds, ？？ and fairlanes
Monte carlos, mavericks, novas and ford mustangs
Bout them dollars (bout them dollars)
Sittin on twinkies (sittin on twinkies)
Need a half a key？ need to come see me, mr. local celebrity
Chorus： suga t each 3rd line in
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
{nobody.. nobody} (mmmmmmm, ghetto celebrity!)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
{nobody.. nobody} (ghetto celebrity)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
{nobody.. nobody} (mmmmmmm, ghetto celebrity!)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
{nobody.. nobody} (ghetto celebrity)
Beotch! fo' a.m., tryin to make some bank
With a bulletproof apron, cookin the crank
In apartment letter c, building number three
Where ery'body and their grandma be
But everybody know me though, we folks
Busted the man they seen us in vogues
Ain't no, snitch codes
Just pimps and playaz, hookers and hoes
Only problem that we haaaaave, is with the man
Cause a couple of my sigourney went up in one of my,
methamphetamine labs
Double-oh-g shit, we rides, hardtops and trucks
Empty the clip dere, high speeds, dumpin on the cops
It's mad dope like the grinch, who did what？ who stole christmas
Attitude over there by the fence butt-naked
Toe-tagged him, that's how they found yo' dirt
Damn, uh-ohh, shit, hold him up
The homey from the block just got busted for robbin an armed
truck
Assed out, to' up, stupid stuck
Without a doubt, shit out of luck (shit out of luck)
I ain't no fictionary rhymer, fool i'm a timah
Ever since i came out of my, momma's vagina
Chorus
Been smokin tweed since nine, but i got too used to her
Now i be powderin my nose, with some of that there sugar booka
My g's tell me i'm out of line but my head is all i can see
I know some timahs that been snortin for years, and they still
sharpest
Dude you know the game let me explain you can take some notes
(notes)
I never hung around kids, just grown folks
When it's a drought in the town, we sell bomb
And let our boys drive our cars to the prom
Vipers, bentleys, jaguars, drop-top mercedes
Porsches, lincolns ferraris volvo s-80's
Stretchers, choppers, heat mizers and m-16's
Sk's, sawed off shotguns, ar-15's
Ak's, fresh out the box, the choo choo train (the choo choo
train)
Po-po, left it unlocked, now that's some game!
You know, that i know, that you know who i be
Need a half a key, nigga come see me, mr. local celebrity, uhhh
Never forget a big timah.. ghetto celebrity
Don't forget me when you.. ghetto celebrity
Hustlin, money.. ghetto celebrity
Do what you gotta do.. ghetto celebrity
16.Gangsterous
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)
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
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
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
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
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
(？？) 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
We gangsterous
Bitches on niggaz, let them think they got game
We sent them hoes, them hoes know bob by they name
We put the p's in the pimpin, the s in the scandalous
I understand that niggaz is quick to trick
That's why i supply and deliver
If the bitch don't perform, i gotta acquit her
Send her to the mall or somethin
In the trunk in richmond mall or somethin
Chorus
Gangsters, hoes down baby
Here we come ridin, pullin up in mercedes
Steppin through flossin campaignin like the president
Straight to v.i.p., we all-american
Gangsters, hoes down baby
Here we come ridin, pullin up in mercedes
Steppin through flossin campaignin like the president
Straight to v.i.p., we all-american
Chorus
17.Brownie Points
D-day, what's wrong with these niggaz？
What's the subject？ fo' brings niggaz they kotex
Where we reside i creeps my ass up inside
And smash these brownies off in his face
That i done shitted and pissed on, dude, how that taste
Catch him out his place, out of his area
With his nephew and his niece, ooh, the more the merrier
Nigga tried to fuck mines off (what'd he do？)
Tried to gauge the porch with my broads on ？？watoo？？
Dude you done broke fuckin code
I'm finst ta dump drop clip, dump-drop-clip reload
Be like i can motherfuckin explode
Talkin about i'll be fuckin all kind of women
That's b-r-p, blade run or pimpin
Once upon a time there was this guy named dane
Tried to fuck my bitch, but he kris-krossed game
I don't owe this motherfucker in the first
But he done made livin in my house a whole lot worse
Tryin to gain some stripes
It's nothin nice -- read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice
Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is crooked dice
{'goin all up out your way just to get them brownie points'}
It's steaks and knives -- read him his rights
So-called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to, put yo' ass on ice
For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes
Niggaz'll take your life just to {'get them brownie points'}
You niggaz got me stuck what？
Watchin y'all spit it and get it fucked up
Lucked up, my mobb niggaz, yea we gon' bust what
If he isn't never see mail, cause that we sell
Dope by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail
Motherfuckers grindin but we all ain't played
And all ain't paid, now watch em all get sprayed
Laid back and watch him misprint it, we been spit it
For you newcomers who thinkin you done it, i put my fist in it
Let yo' bitch get it, serve a d and watch a bitch split it
If i ain't wit it, it wasn't enough fuckin chips in it
Niggaz try to gain stripe, i flame mic
Got em all caught up in the same shit, call it game tight
Keep my name hyped, strivin to get my name right
When it's fucked up, i'm the one you can blame right
Hatin on my niggaz when i did the shit
Yo we the shit, represent this hogg ass bitch
It's nothin nice -- read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice
Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is crooked dice
{'goin all up out your way just to get them brownie points'}
It's steaks and knives -- read him his rights
So-called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to, put yo' ass on ice
For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes
Niggaz'll take your life just to {'get them brownie points'}
Young mack jr. ain't nothin but 14, mack jr. think he tough
Mack jr. be havin problems with his stomach, throwin up that
green stuff
Mack jr. done tried everything (in the bay) the whole taco
Mack jr. be takin whiffles of that khadafi and shovin it up his
nostrils
Mack jr. just got out the hall, jr. i call your bluff
Jr. ain't to be played, jr. quick to bust
Mack jr. be geekin, mack jr. be havin withdrawal
Mack jr. be tweekin mack jr. be workin hella close with the law
I don't know this motherfucker, never saw the dude
But mack jr. all the time be seein my visniggeols on the
tizznelevision tube
Fool know not that he'll blunder, i got yo' ass hypnotized,
talkin about
'when you see that nigga e-40, element of surprise!'
One of my fellas overheard about it in the pen, chopped a couple
of kites
Told me to be careful cause niggaz'll take yo' life for braggin
rights
That ain't fair so stop that baby attitude why do niggaz gotta
cheat
Don't them niggaz know i got enough fetti to put they whole
fuckin family to sleep？
It's nothin nice -- read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice
Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is crooked dice
{'goin all up out your way just to get them brownie points'}
It's steaks and knives -- read him his rights
So-called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to, put yo' ass on ice
For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes
Niggaz'll take your life just to {'get them brownie points'}
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