E-40 – Guns

What do you think you gonna do with that gun?
I’m gonna get’chu with it
Now you give me that gun before you hurt somebody with it
I’ll GIVE IT TO YA!

Gunz [x8]

Fuck me (fuck me?) fuck you (fuck you)
I’m throwing up my middle, I hit’cha up with my air pistol
Them can’t be pellers the way that the car was writtled
Turned his bones into griss so I made his whip into scrap metal
Bullets, boomerang, ricochet echo (echo)
But he had Geico insurance, gecko (gecko)
SK’s, AK’s, AR’s and Macs (Macs)
Thumpers (thumpers) hammers (hammers) pistols (pistols) gats (gats)
Uhh! (uhh) a gun can protect you (‘tect you)
But it can also be the death of you (be the death of you)
Gotta know what to do
Accidently shot himself and his homeboy too (where at?)
Turned his brain into goo (goo)
Best friend now his family wanna sue (wanna sue)
What kinda of roller was it? A 22 (22)
He had one in the chamber he never knew (he never knew)

Gunz [x8]

Uhh!
Air 15′s (air 15′s), mini 14′s (mini 14′s)
MP5′s (mP5′s) M16′s (M16′s)
I’m a bully with fully (bully with fully) like Mess & Juice (Mess & Juice)
Still up in the stove (up in the stove) with my bulletproof (bulletproof)
Apron (apron) baking (baking) five hundred bucks an hour
Bringing home the bacon (bacon) me and my towel a power (powah)
Top shelf not recon or flower (what is?)
But… mosquito, white lobster (white lobster)
Winchester (Winchester) smiting west put them AK 47 (47)
A teach yo ass a lesson
Machine gun (machine gun) or a rifle (a rifle)
Some people favorite rep (is what) is the bible (the bible)
You can lose your life over pennies (pennies) automatics, semis (semis)
Hit’chu up outta bounds coming out of Burger King or Wendy’s
The post’ll never leave the crib without yo gun
Bust round dope ’round
[People screaming as fake shots fired]
Gunz

Gunz [x8]

Uhh!
Fresh out the box (out the box) brand new chops (brand new chops)
With the cleaning kit (cleaning kit) never been shot (never been shot)
Try to pull a lick (pull a lick) but he got popped (he got popped)
Shot him in his dick (in his dick) and they called the cops (called the cops)
Even Suburban people got guns
WHY? For home invasions
223′s (223′s) it’s real Oz’s (real Oz’s)
Colt 45′s (45′s) 9 millimees (millimees)
12 gauge (12 gauge) sartor pump (sartor pump)
Gotta be a renegade (renegade) when it come to funk
Some people got a switch blade (switch blade) if they ain’t gotta gun
I rather knuckle up and fade (up and fade) cause I ain’t a punk
I been hustling since 11th grade (11th grade) and now I’m done
My mission is to get paid (get paid) and buy what I want
Communion jack of all trades (all trades) right now I’m hella drunk
Been drinking, perking all day (all day) bout to smoke this blunt (smoke this blunt)
BEATCH!

Gunz [x8]

E-40 feat. Cousin Fik & Choose Up Cheese – Graveyard Shift

[Hook:]
Graveyard shift D-Boys don’t quit
When the sun goes down it’s still money to get
Grave-graveyard shift D-Boys don’t quit
When the sun goes down it’s still money to get
["Graveyard shift, gra-graveyard shift" plays in background during second part of hook]
Graveyard shift D-Boys don’t quit
When the sun goes down it’s still money to get (graveyard shift)
Grave-graveyard shift D-Boys don’t quit
When the sun goes down it’s still money to get (the graveyard shift)

[Verse 1: E-40]
Uhh, I was out there on the scene
She pulled up, “you doin anything? ” uhh
“You know I’m good for it
Tomorrow is the first you know I can afford it” uhh
At four AM in the morning anything goes
The court smoke crack, the rich powered they nose (they nose?)
The po-po shift change (shift change)
Hustlin’ in the rain (in the rain)
Sirens and ambulances
It was stuck in the storm mane he swallowed a half an ounce
Momma yellin’ and screamin’ top of her lungs
In the middle of the street, god why did you take my son? (WAHHHHH)
Crime scenes and things the choir sings
At the funeral service they catered it with churches (with churches)
Chicken that is (chicken)
Back to biz I’m on the graveyard shift

[Hook x2: "Graveyard shift, gra-graveyard shift" plays in background during throughout the hook]

[Verse 2: Choose Up Cheese]
Can I get a witness?
My shop don’t close I’m like 24 hour fitness
Anytime anything I got it
Tell me what’chu and need and we can meet by Sonic’s
I don’t sleep I’m in insomniac
The nigga with the jug, they call me that
Soon as they leave, they call me back
Like same thang mane where you get that at?
I go hard, cookin’ and whippin’
If you need some love, you know I ain’t trippin’
Doing the graveyard, I really slang hard
Got blue light specials like K-Mart
Bay Smarts, stock gang
And I keep that gas, heatane
No sleep, I’m up till dawn
I need hunds I’m about my funds

[Hook x2: "Graveyard shift, gra-graveyard shift" plays in background during first part of hook]

[Verse 3: Cousin Fik]
Cousin Fik, listen, uh
Bitch black on the streets
Ain’t nobody out but fiends and police
A roach, a rat, a couple straight cats
And they escalade flats from a couple of straight caps
Uh, chicken maiden the V
It’s where a knock can get a hit for they three (uh-huh)
A nigga a take off your dome (what else)
Hit a house lick where everybody home (home invasions?)
Emergency room with pats
Somebody else done got smacked (bop bop bop bop bop bop bop)
Read it an hour later
Vallejo Time Carrel online paper (on the computer)
Shit is scary like a cemetery
The graveyard shift can lead to preliminaries
Cause the dark a always find you (what about…)
Walking by yourself feel the streets behind you on that

[Hook x3: "Graveyard shift, gra-graveyard shift" plays in background during first and third part of hook]
Graveyard shift D-Boys don’t quit
When the sun goes down it’s still money to get

E-40 – Gargoyle Serenade

Scrapin the pavement with his knuckles, gorilla like with it
Run a background check, bet you they say he livid
He got a voice out there mayne! He don’t wear a muzzle
West coast fixture, disrespect him you in trouble
Niggarish nigga, dig that with a shovel
Broccoli in the air, gathered up in a huddle
‘Bout to blast off – like a space shuttle
RealHustlersUnite.com, born in the struggle
Cain’t be weak, gotta earn your keep
Gotta stay woke while everybody else asleep
Cause they dusty mayne, they dirty mayne, they’ll try and sneak
Creep up on you from beind and make yo’ melon leak
Watch yo’ back, and yo’ front
Gotta pack the kind of guns that hunters use to hunt
Braveheart, not a punk
It can go down at any time, be prepared for funk
I was built for this shit, seen cats get peeled in this shit
for either flappin they lips, or warrin over a chick
Either that or they snitch or owe somebody some chips
Used to flea flick and pitch, fucked around and got rich!
So damn focused ferocious, man I don’t know if y’all noticed
I’m tryin to bubble like sodas it’s funky like halitosis
Stanky gritty no pity, it’s a killer in every city
On the ave where it’s mannish, posted up with the many

Uhh! Back from a leave of absence
Got the block pregnant, now it’s havin contractions
All boys, not girls like the Braxtons
Sellin that white like the Kardashians
On the track like a weave! Loaded as fuck, geeked
Got a pint of that there oil and a zap of broccoli
And I wish a bitch WOULD, try to slide through I’m ready
I’ma send him back in a box and I ain’t talkin ’bout a Chevy
I’m totin somethin heavy, that’ll fuck a fucker UP!
A cinnamon roll, look like a snake curled up
Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka, goes the hundred round drum
WOOOOOO, the amba-lambs, here they come
Flatlined, folks cryin, “My baby was an angel sir!”
But little did she know that her lil’ devil was a finagler
A robber, a thief, a stealer, always into somethin
A peeler, runnin, from the po’-po’ and the soil, he had it comin
BEOTCH BEOTCH!!

E-40 feat. IamSU, Problem, YG – Function

[Problem - Chorus]
Ay, ay bitch, try this
Guaranteed turn a square to a bi bitch
You ain’t down b-b-bye bitch
I ain’t got time for playing, I’m just sayin’ man
We out here trynna function
We out here trynna function
We out here trynna function
We out here trynna function
We out here trynna function
We out here trynna function
I ain’t got time for playing, I’m just sayin’ man
We out here trynna function
We out here trynna function
We out here trynna function
We out here trynna function
We out here trynna function
We out here trynna function
I ain’t got time for playing, I’m just sayin’ man
We out here trynna function

[E-40]
We out here trynna function bitch
You fuckin’ off my high, get up out my mix
You messin’ up my vibe I’m trynna get some crevice
Put her in my ride, take her to the Rich
I’m toasted and sloppy, I fuck with broccoli Bacardi
151 out my body, about that green like wasabi
Like Anwari we mobbin’
We bossy back the fuck off me
Getting’ money my hobby, not getting’ money is not
Only rappers I listen to is E-40 and Pac
I’m havin’ my revenue playa havin’ this guap
I’m on my fly, big nigga shit man I stay laced and groomed
I spray myself with sucka repellent my nigga not perfume
Anything you got I can sell it to hustla’s, think I can’t?
Gift of gab sell the white house black paint
Word candy, S-L-A-N-G
Thinkin’ about taking a million dollar insurance policy out on my mouthpiece
BIATCH!

[Chorus]

[IamSU]
Ay bitch OK bitch
It’s Uncle Earl and the HBK bitch
Make sure the game they already know that we ballin’
I’m comin’ straight out the Rich, I got family down in New Orleans
Where you from you say you lyin’
Out here we say that you jawsin’
You probably thought this never would happen
My niggas been called an alcoholic, when sippin’ that liquor
Oh I’m drunk as hell
Fuckin’ with a lil’ bitch over in Vallejo
Got a whole pack of pre-rolled young L’s
And I’m never down to uno, pockets on sumo
Hater’s respect the pedigree, baller heavily
A phony homie I’ll never be for methamphetamine
That means it’s crack ho
Young G hotter than Tabasco
I smash hoes, collect 200 and pass go
My flow so Lamborghini yo shit’s a Rav-4
Now you understand why everything I do I gas ho
Suzie! Nigga!

[Chorus]

[YG]
I’m out here trynna function, out here trynna function
Don’t talk to me bitch if we ain’t buckin’
Yea I’m a asshole, I don’t give a fuck though
Skip the bullshit like wussup with some suck though
I go too much, make you bitch choose up
Niggas getting’ mad nigga what you gon’ do
If he think he too tough
You know I keep two tucked
If I don’t fight that mean I’m comin’ back to shoot
Ridin’ in the car, lookin’ for a bad bitch
Man she got some tits
Yea she gotta be dumb cute
Got her number text her phone like “baby what you doin’”
She was like “Nothing much you should come through”
I got dick for days, I got dick for days
Made her take off her work and gave her dick for days
Push it to my brain, to my temple bitch
And I don’t like these hoe’s I give ‘em dick for dem, whoop

[Chorus]

E-40 – Fuck Em’

Let me gas this shit right quick
UHH!

[Verse 1:]
40 Something, still got it
Fuck double platinum I’m try’na go double profit
I’m in my own lane, that independent shit
They back fuckin with me, a hundred thousand shit
I’m a pyramid you a square
I got that from my nigga Shake Da Mayor
Mr. Flamboyant is back I cut my head
They wanna see me go pop but the streets won’t let me take it there
As real as they come it’s the shortish on me
Authenic organic no MSG
They diffy can’t understand me they tardy
They true they hella late they outta touch with the streets
They favorite rapper is weak to me they need to stop sleeping on me
Separately from the game I’m a whole ‘nother pedigree
They don’t did them like they used to no mo, mane I’m alone
Brah I made outta steel these niggas made outta Styrofoam

[Hook:]
This industry ass niggas (FUCK EM!)
A&R’s that think that they rappers (FUCK EM!)
Set tripping ass DJ’s (FUCK EM!)
Closed-minded program directors (FUCK EM!)
Internet tough guys (FUCK EM!)
Managers that steal and lie (FUCK EM!)
Janky ass promoters (FUCK EM!)
If they ain’t rockin’ with E-40 (FUCK EM!)

[Verse 2:]
These funny ass acting commercialize rappers be killing me
But they wouldn’t be shit without radio, BET or MTV
Everybody wanna know how I got famous how I became a celebrity
I did it independently didn’t nobody signed me potna I signed me
What the fuck you think E-40 be saying is he really from the game?
People love me mane I’m an icon it’s more than just my slang
People bug me mane like a python I squeeze on em mane
When you goin retire? Probably when I expire (uhh)
You might not see me on the TV channel
But in the hit I’m still hot like the left sink handle
Mobster like Marlon Randolph keep it lid like a candle
Or sumthing like Rambo who’s mandatory I pull the torch (uhh)
I’m an intelligent heevan
Fuck Chico State Police, they ban me for no reason
And oh yeah, just to let’chu suckers know
I ain’t rapping to fast y’all just listening too slow

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Uhh! They thought I was this but I was really that
I been making records before some of y’all was in y’all daddy’s nut sack
Water then ever
Matta fact I think I’m better than I was hella years ago selling tapes out the liquor sto’
How many years was that bro? I don’t know
Prolly 24 couple of the vaca’s or so, the late eighties about my doe
Did you pitch that blow? Man I plead the fif
How you get rich than tho? Bitch by doing this…
Dedication of hard work, sweat and tears, this ain’t luck
This one of the longest runs in any rap career nigga what
I got my name from drink and hella beers to the gut
Standing in front of my home nicknamed by Derek Jones (BITCH)
I been selling my own with my cell phone me and my own money
Just me and my family I don’t know nobody
But my fans and my folks and my real homies
That be ready to scrap if somebody say sumthing bad about me

[Hook]

E-40 – Federal

[E-40]
Don’t cha’ know…
Yeah, it’s another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin’ yac, top of the line rhyme,
Fuckin’ em’ like that therapy, don’t cha’ know
Fuckin’ em’ like that there beats, don’t cha’ know
Yeah, it’s another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin’ yac, top of the line rhyme,
Fuckin’ em’ like that therapy
Fuckin’ em’ like that there beats, I’m just a hustler

[Verse 1]
I’m goin’ federal, justice ain’t no damn miracle
Fuckin’ em’ up like that, puttin’ in work something terrible
So before you mention to step to me
You better get up on my history
I’m known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-B-O-Y-A-N-T
Killin’ motherfuckers off crucial
Sittin’ em’ down mutual
Spittin’ that ol’ playa, gangsta shit
Tryin’ to maintain a strong grip
V-Town, California where I was born and raised since
1979 I been a hustler on the go
Pop-pos wanna harass
Me and my Keesh I needed cash
Rocks wasn’t groovin’ at the time
So way we got out money was cuttin’ grass
Leader not a follower, became a Hill-Side baller
Put together a group called the C-L-I-C-K
And I was the shot caller, I’m goin’ federal

[E-40]
I’m just a hustler, I’m just a hustler don’t cha’ know
I’m just a hustler, I’m just a hustler don’t cha’ know

[B-Legit]
Why don’t cha’ get up on this mic
And spit some of that ol’ gangsta shit back at em’ man, would ya

[Verse 2]
I’m on the last nickels, they only made like four of
Front-row seats at the fights
Takin’ long, expensive flights
I love playin’ hully-gully
Cause I ain’t nothin’ nice on them dice
So before you gamble against a hustler, I advise you to think twice
Napoleon, macaroni, we serve hot-bellied pig
96, 6 big screen television I bought for my kid
Livin’ kind of comfortable
40 comin through with the real number
From blocks and blocks away you can here the boom, blam, bumble
Full tank of petro, up the metro, I’m like federal
Hoes wanna get sexual cause they see me on a pedastal
Nibblin’ on my jock, like my big, ol’ black tool is edible
Tellin’ you man these heifers now days is incredible
Dishin’ them one time scouts
Through dark alleys, takin’ other routes
Hoppin’ over barb-wire fences, ditches, puddles, crickets
Mobbin’ and squadin’ hoggin’ and guardin’ bitches, check it out
Takin’ and shapin’ and makin’ a bunch of riches
Yeah man, you can call me federal

[B-Legit]
Yeah man, these motherfucker be ridin’ around here
In these bootsy ass cars and what not man
Takin’ these penitentiary chances
And they ain’t even got they grin on
Ya aughta be like my boy 40, while he Mr. Flamboyant

[Verse 3]
I got boys from my team with the up-most respect for me
For-real lunatics that’s willin’ to kill for me
Way too much love in my organization, I can’t afford to take no loss
MC’s be seelin’ them wolf tickets, but I be serious as fuck boss
It’s all part of the rap game and that’s the way it should be goin’
E-40 tellin’ em’ like it is, shootin’ the gift that I be flowin’
Might as well go on and admit it, it’s who you know
Not how damn good you are
Everybody and their mama wanna rap fast but I’m the superstar
E-40 why don’t you slow it up a lil’ something and go and speak on it
Man I just be spittin’ this shit to keep these suckers timid
Well what about them ones that don’t be recognizin’ ya game
Must be stuck on something either that or they’re lame
Funny style pop or rock, naw that ain’t my forte`
I’m sellin’ a bunch of units underground without any airplay
Folks be wantin’ to hear this type of shit when they roll
Man I’ll never sell my soul
Motherfuckers you didn’t know, I’m federal

[B-Legit]
Uh, E, you still fuckin’ em up like, E
It’s been like three years in this motherfucker

[E-40]
Hell yeah, you know a hog like me had to put the peas in the pod
Let these motherfuckers know what’s goin’ down in the rap game
You know what I’m sayin’ (Yeah)
I’m a money-hungry motherfucker, you know what I’m sayin’
All about my scratch, artillery, fire arms and gats and shit

[B-Legit]
You know like that, that’s right
But you know it’s still some folks out there
That try to put bad names out there for you and what not
What cha’ gotta say about that, to those type of niggas

[E-40]
Oh, you know what I’m sayin’ I got some good shit for them
You know what I’m sayin
I’ll just get to spittin that ol’ shit for they ass
Then I’ll just come through with some mo’ shit like this here
Ya want me to drop that shit (Drop that shit) check it out

[E-40]
You can’t stop me man
I’m takin’ money to the bank
Didn’t have to pull no licks
Cause I’m makin’ hits
You can’t stop me man
I’m takin’ money to the bank
Didn’t have to pull no licks
Cause I’m makin’ hits, ha

[E-40]
40, I’m goin’ federal
Young Bucksy, he’s goin’ federal
Suga-T, she’s goin’ federal
Now D-Shot, he’s goin’ federal
Little Booch, he’s goin’ federal
Levitti, he’s goin’ federal
The Head Point, he’s goin’ federal
Studio Time, he’s goin’ federal
Can’t forget Legit, he’s goin’ federal
The whole damn Click, is goin’ federal
Celly Cel, he’s goin’ federal
Cavio, he’s goin’ federal
Def Daddy, he’s goin’ federal
Rap Dogg, he’s goin’ federal
Mr. Flamboyant, oh right that’s me
California livin’, can’t fuck with me
Yeah motherfucker, that’s what’s really goin’ on

E-40 – Fast Lane

[E-40]
Uhh! Livin the life in the quick lane, only the strong can survive
These streets’ll swallow you up mayne, and eat you alive
Cain’t be no poodle, run tuck yo’ tail and hide
They’ll spaghetti yo’ noddle mayne, (Element of Surprise)
It’s goin around mayne! Death in the air
Better not be scared, cause ay-henas can smell fear
It’s not a lot of love but it’s a whole lot of hate
Beware of your surroundings, they starvin, they ate
The lake of fire awaits for those with no souls
Hot like a stove, hotter than hot coals
Not a knock on the server, got hella clients waitin
Fuck the FDA, the Food & Drug Administration
That’s the thought process of a soil soldier
6′s on the Nova pistola, spinach and yola
I’m talkin realer dope money this hustler makin
and I don’t be cattin and capin and cupcakin
I go BAD on a batch man, I ain’t playin!!
Knock a broad without even liftin a hand
Ain’t even gotta touch her – mind games mayne!
Brain fuck her – I ain’t lyin heyy!
Never been a bitch made motherfucker just a professional sucka ducker
I’m one nigga-rish motherfucker cars houses and diamond clusters
Fucks with hustlers, not no busters allowed around us
No saps, suckers, snitches bitches or punk tattlers

[Chorus]
Young nigga havin thangs (havin thangs)
Fancy cars and rangs
This hustler ’bout his change
Nigga really out here doin it (doin it)
Claimin hella fame (hella fame)
E’rybody know my name (they know my name)
I’m deep off in this game
Wherever money at I get to it – what’chu livin?
In the fast lane, in the fast lane [4X]

[E-40]
Uhhh! Wakin up with greenbacks on yo’ mind is a good thang
My name ringin like a high school bell, like a church chimes
This ain’t Chamillion’, but go get a glass of wine
Listen to me preach my rhyme, sit back and recline
I’m too real to be unreal, too truthful to be fake
Daddy and momma went they separate ways when I was 8
But it made me great – mo’ stronger and God willing
A few years later, I’m worth a few million
Top billin, killin ‘em with my independent grit
Got rid of my digital scale and started makin hits!
Flippin all kinda whips, Benzes, Cutlass and Lexuses
Me and The Click at St. Charles, God was blessing us
Successfulness, all praises due to Allah
Jesus, Jehovah, the most highest almighty God
Reverend Thurman and Mother Thurman I miss you much
I know you up in heaven watchin over us
Give back and help people that’s what they taught me to do
Can’t save the world, but I can help save a few
People talked behind my back, laughed and smiled all in my face
Said my voice was too squeaky and my style was a disgrace
Now I’m hittin, they ain’t! Laughin all the way to the bank
Makin deposits and promotin my own drank
Walkin with my nose in the air, like my shit don’t stank
Came in the game blindfolded, stressin, guessin, walkin the plank

[Chorus]

[Outro]
In the fast lane!!

E-40 – Mr. Flamboyant 2K11

[Singing: E-40]
I was out there on the yola track
Try’na make my motherfuckin money back
Po-po beat me up and took all of my feddy
Uhh! All my feddy
I think they almost had enough to cop me two or three
Two of Oz’s of that good candy
But I was goin take just a second for me to get back on my toes and feet
On my toes and feet [laughs] uhh
BEATCH!

[Rapping: E-40]
Yeah, this one of em throwback, mobbed out, yola coppin’
Truck robbin’, sparks some coke, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats
Muthafucka, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats
Mutha-muthafucka
Yeah, this one of em throwback, mobbed out, yola coppin’
Truck robbin’, sparks some coke, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats
Muthafucka, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats
Mutha-muthafucka

[Verse 1:]
When I was born I was designed to be a boss
Good to be able to get with anything that I came across (came across)
Uhh! Throw off med cause I’m wore this glass-terboyant
Now scout across when I was out there in the traffic, be flicking and serving knocks
A place in the danger street used to make that tension shoot pella sober-bees
One of the most faithful weapons of choice remington rifles 223′s
Some of em in the plastic fresh out the box with the cleaning kit
I was quiet then I was slippin’ if you fuck with me I empty the clip, uhh
Basically me and my goons was oversea and my relives was really unit-less
It was my job I got Brenton to hold down the whole muthafuckin block
Now I’m the nigga I’m that dude I’m the man (I’m the man)
This shit I spittin’ niggas don’t understand
BEATCH!

I’m gonna give you ten percent of the tape
I’m gonna give you ten percent of the tape
You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life
You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life
I didn’t try an take it over, I took it over
I did-I did-I did-I did-I didn’t try and take it over, I took it over
You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life
You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life
Mr. Flamboyant

[Verse 2:]
Mr. Flamboyant, yeah that just might be yo handle
Blackjack, craps, roulette, high rolling love ta gamble
Whole water like a Campbell, never tell or never snitch
On a mission to get rich, slap the shit up out a bitch (beatch)
I’m a fixture having chips, been doing it for a grip
Might not gangbang but I set trip
I been out here 24/7 nothing more or nothing less
Written my ass off, smelling like feet, butt and breath
In the mean time in between time I be mobbin’ (mobbin’)
Backing and dodging Batman and Robin (Robin)
Live up my life in the fast lane no jogging
Capitalizing and taking advantage every time I hear money calling
They tell me I need to be pumpin’ my brakes I’m movin too quick, I’m rushing
I open a nigga up I’ll bust my gun mane I ain’t bluffing
Minimum musclin’ hustlin’ try’na get this cake
My hood didn’t breed no chimpanzee my hood breeded a ape
Sinister mob music, excruciation throb
Two Turks and four east in the trunk, doin his fuckin’ job
I’m hella far from being a punk, all my life I been a hog
The only freeway in this express just a cough and this refrigerators and walls
In the Bay we got earthquakes, in the south they got tornado
In the Midwest and the east coast either rain, sleeted or sleep
When it comes to pushing I’m a pro, clever about the moves I make
Legal with my ideals and choices that I choose to chose to take
Beeatch! (beotch)

Be kinda careful what’chu say
Be kinda-be kinda-be kinda careful what’chu say
You just try and cross me and see if I mean it
You just try and cross me and see if I mean it
You can’t expose me to the police?
You can’t e-you can’t e-you can’t expose me to the police?
You just try and cross me and see if I mean it
You just try and cross me and see if I mean it
Mr. Flamboyant

[Verse 3:]
See he course, he treats tribulum put em in plastic baggies
Medicine draws, saran wraps, FedEx or UPS
Whatever you need I got it at your request
Got the lowest prices in tantums as far as quality got the best
Me and my niggas don’t take no risk you real niggas prolly goin need it
Everybody gotta squeeze through these lays, rifles and SK’s
Stuck in my stubborn ways, hella mannish with it
There goes the 12gauge, do damage with it
Whoopin em at they own game, all the po-po know my name
My fame bigger than my bank, I’m throwing heavy change
You can find me at the shooting range perfecting and practicing my aim
Me and my young life, knuckleheads, Thunder Cats and hooligans
The only way to get out is to go in
So cover me I’m going in like Daniel in the Lion’s Den
Roll with us or get rolled over man, crushed a swad a beer can
The only man I fear is in the mirror man
BEATCH!

I been waiting for a break like this for years
I been waiting for a break like this for years
Aye why didn’t you tell us you were such a big shot?
Aye why didn’t you tell us you were such a big shot?
Mr. Flamboyant
I been waiting for a break like this for years
I been waiting for a break like this for years
Aye why didn’t you tell us you were such a big shot?
Aye why-aye why didn’t you tell us you were such a big shot?
Mr. Flamboyant

I’ve always had a preference for legitament enterprises
I think you been going to hard lately night and day
I’ve always had a preference for legitament enterprises
I think you been going to hard lately night and day
I’ve always had a preference for legitament enterprises
I think you been going to hard lately night and day
I’ve always had a preference for legitament enterprises
I think you been going to hard lately night and day

E-40 feat. B-Legit – Drugs

[Verse 1: E-40]
This thang all the way on my got this thang beaten the trunk cruise
I’m on a big ass bottle of beast on some motion spray cranberry juice
And I strongly suggest that you don’t sit in my transportation
Cause the slot is so severe, and the beast excruciation
My amps my pot me mirror possibly collapse yo lung
What color is your exterior? The same as grey poupon
What is you a baller? Yeah but not Lebron
Then what kind of baller are you? The kind that sell heroin
The kind that lives his life illegal, toted gun and desert eagle
Mobster like Bugsy Siegel I listen to 40 music
Don’t fuck with too many people mane most of them rappers fake
See Feezy be speaking on some shit that I can relate
When I was in the shoe they see Desus what got me through
My nigga from the Brass to put me up on due, uhh
The grit don’t quitting my hustle’ll never pause
UH OH! Here come the law I got dope in my draws
BEATCH!

[Hook: x2]
We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front seat
Been to hella corners in my new school, one deep
Every hood I’m in I get love from the plug
And a price on your family member drugs (drugs)

[Verse 2: B-Legit]
How much money can a man make?
I’m on the block cooking chickens with the pancakes
And my fan base love to get high with me
Get tipsy prolly set they own self with Nicki
Get em bicky
Beaver he be militant
Send the whole fifty clip through ya ligaments
Got a knot pocket full of them Benjamin’s
Lil bricks like I’m try’na build a pyramid
Shit
40 glock with the laser dot
And I can make mash potatoes outta tater tots
Ask ya parking; I don’t really like to talk alot
Block move like James, Wade and Chris Bosh
Let’s get it I’m the real boss with the plug
I don’t play I’m the nigga man I run the club
Keep it rough I’m the mayor doing hella stuff
Pass cluff and they smell it when I light it up
Nigga what?

[Hook: x2]
We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front seat
Been to hella corners in my new school, one deep
Every hood I’m in I get love from the plug
And a price on your family member drugs (drugs)

[Verse 3: E-40]
What you do for a living a little bit of this a little bit of that
If I ain’t got it I know where to get it or I can take it to where it’s at
I can probably get’chu a deal, get’cha thirty percent off the sack
Depending on how many you want, and how much you know that a hustler got
Fuckin’ right now y’all beefing, then circling yo block
Came to the right place, I got chops fresh out the box
Can have a foosy grape, if you want me too I can
But I gotta be honest with’chu it’s goin cost you twenty grand
And a build with the gumble bout two, I was thought with the best Laroo
See Laroo been a neighborhood iron chef since 1982
Laroo stay clockin’ loo, boys in blue ain’t gotta clue
Laroo ain’t never pop comp with a spoon or residue
Well what about some weed you got it I beg your pardon
I gotta hella connections my Negro my people they got garden
Need a fake ID or benefit card times is hard
You know Christmas is coming up, I got them gift cards

[Hook: x2]
We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front seat
Been to hella corners in my new school, one deep
Every hood I’m in I get love from the plug
And a price on your family member drugs (drugs)

E-40 feat. Kaveo – Drought Season

[E-40]
Yeah E-40 and the muthafuckin c-l-i-c-k in this muthafucka, you know
I got my cousin Kaveo on the muthafuckin side of me
We fin to spit some of this old flamboyant shit, check game-

It’s another one of them drought spots, a ha-bin cost is like fuck it
Niggaz taken loses that they can’t make up
Gettin gaffled for some of that shit call cake-up
Strechin the crap, making a bad batch
The screen from a trweekers pipe turns black
So they go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin’ a fool yellin’
But ya’ll know there ain’t no refunds in the shit that I’m sellin
Cuz during the drought season niggaz be lookin’ for a reason to rush ya
So I suggest you put up your bootsees man and pull out your buckets

[Kaveo]
Here’s another part of this shit that a niggaz up lift about the game
The drought season main, cuz this shit here never remains the same
And a brother ain’t about to let his muthafuckin capital go mein
So instead he gots to get scandlous
cuz he can’t keep up and handle hisbuisness
Like he use to and he ain’t really wit being through, get to it dude
Gotta pull a straight come-up, lick
Catchin’ muthafuckas outta bounds swerv,
breakin they punk ass leavin scared
Cuz this is the type of shit that occur
so don’t get caught loose on perv

[E-40]
I gots meals, wheels, and about 5 thousand dollars worth of bills
Bank account way on the red, fuckin with the highest overhead
Jackin off my money yo ass is out boy and I promise you that
I’m a money hungry muthafucka and I’m so serious about my scratch
So you’re best bet is
to check yourself before you wreck yourself punk botch
I gets down and dirty like Dr. Ruth and I put that on the Gooch
Droppin muthafuckas just like a bad habit, Dag nab it
Tricks wanna get outta line I let ‘em have it
Now bag it, I gots Ice Cream Candy
and all kinds of things of that flavor
And maybe later I might be willing to go low as long as you buyer before
Cuz I’m the only muthafucka with A-1 Yola,
none of that ol caken with baking soda
It gets released, ceased, and then the prices rises like yeast
Those who gots leftovers will become obese,
triplin’ my mail off the triple beam scale
I even got enemies with envy askin’ me for yayo
Chorus -
The Drought Season niggaz lookin’ for a reason
It’s like Thanksgiving without the feast -n [2x]

[Kaveo]
A niggaz tryin to work hard on a meal ticket so I can’t stand to be dry
Cuz after the stronger man supply
but in the drought season it’s too hard to get by
Niggaz be runnin’ off with D gafflin muthafuckas, startin at chances
Cuz a niggaz mail ain’t to muthafucka fancy,
rollin around with a duece and a quarter
Can’t get caught lose on the border, sittin on them thangs like 40
Stay fuckin with a bitches brain

[E-40]
Can’t be affected by the great depression
this country is in a recession, I reckon
So let me give yo ass a funky lesson-
Never let a muthafucka know what you got or what you buyin
It’s dem bootsee muthafuckas in your town that’s always dyin’
Stay low, play the background, keep your shit on a hush mate
Hit it hard one time and then hibernate

[Kaveo]
Now check game I’m tryin to do my own muthafuckin’ thang
but shit just ain’t right
For heaters that just got way to tight, Jackin muthafucka’s on sight
But I’m a nigga that don’t give a fuck
when I’m tryin to get my cashflow up
And render them seasons what ever the reason may be, niggaz comin up
short tye, Gag, Watch em short out from sea,
for sale signs on a nigga’s shit
Cuz he ain’t got no muthafuckin’ D,
sellin’ up everything made of material G
The Drought Season

[Chorus]

[E-40]
I’m really not all sure about them thangs that fin to mature
But let me find me a nigga with a grip and hit his ass quick with a lick
What’s your definition of a lick?
Takin’ a niggas shit
Hey, put that on sumptin
I put that on the click,
if you consider yourself a hustla can’t be no busta brown
Stackin mail, straight come upin’, when funk come around be down

[Kaveo]
A nigga’s gotta have some type of hustle
whether it be sellin’ Dank or robbin banks
Snitches can’t go to the pen cuz they fuck around and wind up shanked
In the presence of drought season shit gets hectic
niggaz losin they lives when they least expect it

[E-40]
It’s E-40 and my cousin Kaveo lettin’ muthafuckas know main
Spittin that ol shit that muthafuckas don’t understand an
Tardy to the crazy ass game, never gotta be clever
Specially in this type of weather, Ya Know?
The Drought Season

[Chorus (4x)]
Thought he had cane but it was Gold Medal flour

E-40 – Concrete

[VERSE 1:]
I was threw in the game with a shield and a sword
Started havin money, buyin things I used to couldn’t afford
At the beginning of my mannishness I was the mannishest
I bought a nickel-plated .45th
Falcons, Granadas, Caddies and Fairlanes
Chevy Impalas, Cutlass and Mustangs
Donkey rolls, jewerly like a pharaoh
Troop jackets, d-boy apparel
Hop, weed, speed, coke, whatever you need
Knew how to add and subtract but barely can read
No, I can’t – Yes, I did – No, I didn’t
Either gon’ be dead or successful or emprisoned
Triple beam scale, I was flippin the goup
Hella clientele, I was gettin my loot
Concrete, I ain’t made of feathers
Tear shit up just like some angry protesters

[CHORUS]
I come from the streets
Where they play for keeps
The strong and the weak
Gotta be concrete
Concrete
I’m from the streets
Where every day they leak
Ambulance and police
Gotta be concrete
Concrete

[VERSE 2:]
He started off fast, ran out of gas, but he was winnin at first
What you call a person like that? A quarter horse
Entered the game and can’t run a lap, a t-tortoise
That’s domino talk, mayne, you mack – O-of course
You still in the game? Nah, we divorced
You make any change? No remorse
He full of shit just like a porter potty
His hustle game sloppy, triggered off on them boppies
I’m from what’s right, maybe that’s what’s wrong
That’s what I was just tellin my little homie on the phone
Be a leader not a follower
If you will be a follower, follow the right leader
Stop thinkin with your peter
My peter? Yeah, your dick
Why? A chick’ll get you hit
Keep your eye on the sparrow
Get cornered and ambushed, they’ll limit your space, your space is narrow

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3:]
He put his foot where his mouth is – good riddance
Gunned him down in the drive-through of Kentucky Fried Chicken
They wasn’t gangbangin, but they was set-trippin
Ate him up real good, but he still livin
The victim’s parent’s lawyer on the case for real
Tryina put the nigga that did it behind bars to make him pay they doctor’s bill
But the shooter a monster, he hella feared
So ain’t nobody talkin, listen here
And not only that, but the victim don’t want nobody sayin nothin anyway
Because when he get out and get his shit together
He gon’ put them niggas under the weather
When it comes to feudin and funkin gotta be clever
Beef and commotion and drastic measures
From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet
I don’t know about you, but I’ma stay concrete
Biatch

[CHORUS]

E-40 feat. Kendrick Lamar & Droop-E – Catch A Fade

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar (E-40)]
Jumping off the front porch with a new approach
Don’t approach me with the bullshit
I remote to a location where the broom sit
Here I go, street sweeper
Monday to Friday, if not though we can catch a fade
(Catch a fade!) Catch a fade
(Catch a fade!) Catch a fade
(Catch a fade!) Catch a fade
(Catch a fade!)

[Kendrick Lamar]
Pulling up and hopping out, shell, catch it popping out
And I ain’t never been a Tom or a Jerry, pussy or a rat
Pussy on my nut sack, carry plenty Kenny Tates
Give me that, give me plenty Feddi
Federales on my back, pack ‘em in the cemetery
Send a scary hit out on your messenger, I’m ignorant to wrestle a
gorilla in the center of an Acura Integra
I’m pissed off, so I piss off rooftops
Drink it through a straw, fuck a rent-a-cop, I’m hot
I’m napalm when the beat slap like eight palms
And I wear eight charms, every airport alarm
go off till they tackle me, what I do wrong?
Nigga, it ain’t bout the chain, nigga, you the fucking bomb
Bomb on a bitch nigga, then his bitch later
Pull the tips on a bitch nigga, you a fucking waiter
I don’t even want a favor, I just want a fair one
And it’s like that till the sheriffs come

[Chorus]

[Droop-E]
Droop-E, look, problems we solved ‘em, bout that action
One less sucker nigga, that’s subtraction
There’s bosses, factors on the team
Real niggas, no actors on the team
Not you, who Droop? He a good dude
Put him in a bad mood, turn you into goon food
I’m in the party feeling like me
S-I-C-K with T.D.E.
Your bitch on sacks, in my ear like wax
and this Landy got her ready to get it hit from the back
She chose up chump, salute, give daps
or get your face flat, you don’t want that
And get your nose tapped, you don’t want that
Get your life fucked up all over a batch
Get cropped, get chopped
on your head like a barber shop
Have it out in the parking lot

[Chorus]

[E-40]
Stay turned, super charged up, stoked
Ghetto pass never revoked, mouthpiece faster than a speedboat
Keep it one hundred like a C-note, pea coat
Popo tryna decode lingo
Not drunk, but I finna be hella twisted
Lifted like a toilet seat, grown ass kid
My bitch always telling me, I ain’t shit
She hate me, but she love my dick
Trapper factor macker, having money like a rapper (rapper)
Bumping local talent, pulling up with the blapper (blapper)
Partner want to challenge cause my pockets hella fatter (fatter)
But he gon’ be unlucky like walking under a ladder (ladder)
Put hands on a man, fuck unity (fuck unity)
Ain’t nothing between us, but space and opportunity (space and opportunity)
Never been a sucker (sucker), never been a lame
Stay in your lane, you can’t see me like a stealth plan (like a stealth plane)
Biatch!

[Chorus]

[Kendrick Lamar (E-40) {Droop-E}]
(Where you from Droop-E?) {The West}
(Where you from Kendrick? The West
Aye 40, where you from though? (The West)
Who bring it to they front do’? (The West)
Aye, where they get they game from? (The West)
Aye, where they get they slang from? (The West)
Aye, where they get they strength from? (The West)
Aye, where they get they greats from (The West, biatch!)

E-40 feat. B-Legit – Carlos Rossi

[B-Legit]
What’s up fool, I got like 3 buck on the Rossi
Let’s go get perved
[E-40]
You don’t wanna get perved, nigga
You don’t wanna fuck wit this Rossi shit
[...]
Man, don’t forget the ice man
[E-40]
Oh, you want something to
O.K.

[Chorus]
Top of the line wine, Carlos Rossi
Drinkin’ on some of of that top of the line wine, Carlos Rossi

[E-40]
Top of the line wine Carlos Rossi, man
I drinks it all the time it’s extra satisfying
Three of four times a day you can catch me drivin
Back and forth to the liquor store buyin
Jugs and jugs of tha shit cause I’m addicted wit no denying
Perving, swervin rannin all into the fuckin curb and
If I get one more D.U.I. then it’s curtains
I can’t cope, I guess I’m a alcoholic sometimes I hit the chronic
It’s just like gin and tonic when it’s time to get erotic
5.99 for a big ass bottle of Rossi wine it’s right on time
Once you become a member of my drinkin’ club you will find
The key to set ya free so give it a try
But don’t mistake it for Chablis unless you already high
Spread the word get sprung and drink it with ya down chromes
That’s another word for sohobs, potna, folks, homies
Every motherfuckin’ year
We do this shit every other fuckin’ day if not every day
But anyway I want

[Chorus]

[B-Legit]
Hocus motherfuckin’ Pocus
The top of the line wine, yeah nigga that’s the dopest
And if you in The Click, them motherfuckers notice
that we be downin jugs from the tallest to the shortest
Everywhere I go, people wants to know
What’s the name of that shit you and the Click be like fuckin’ wit
I keeps it on a hunch on the … cause brother I be perved
Fuckin’ wit some shit that will send you to the curb
And if you wit a bitch, then nigga you nice
Cause Rossi goes good wit some dank over ice
Take her to the telly let the wine fill her belly
Fired up some smelly then ya jammin’ like jelly
Bust a couple of nuts, hit the butt and than the grill
Dick hard like I did time up in Vacaville
But still I be bossy
[E-40]
What you fuckin’ wit though?
[B-Legit]
Fuck wit some of that top of the line wine
[E-40]
Yeah nigga
[B-Legit]
Carlos Rossi

[Chorus]

[E-40]
Sunny day, sky blue, shit, I think Imma barbecue
Let me get my ass up outta bed and call up the whole motherfuckin’ crew
Ray you bring the chicken, Kaveo you bring the links
Mugzy you bring the hamburger meat and I’ll supply the drinks
Shit it’s good to be on damn it
I got Suga-T in the house whippin’ up some potatoe salad
4 slabs of ribs up in the refrigerator marinatin’
Bring home the .. I got tha .. and I can’t be waitin’
Well, what do you know, though the door comes Kaveo
[Kaveo]
You know!
[E-40]
Mugzy and Tap that ass, T-Pup and Hell and Moe
Thick ass niggas like B-Legit and E-Duece
…. Mac Shawn, Mac D-Shot and Little Bruce
The man behind the counter of the liqourstore loves me
Be … and ready to hug me
On the strength that I done spend
Over a G within a week on the Carlos Rossi

E-40 – Beastin’

[Verse 1:]
UHHH!
I’m elevated
I floatin on Cloud Nine times outta ten you can find with a cup in my aid
Filled to the rim with oil (illuminated oil) throwing up the middle finger
But I’m not an alcoholic I’m just a serious social drinker
They be thinking thumper coatin’ don’t trust nobody but I
Cause the seamless be plotting and if they could theya try
Like last night at the club, God is my witness
I was sitting at the table, minding my own business
Living it up to the highest, like everyday is Christmas
Some sucka tried to try us, hating on our riches
I guess they didn’t like us cause we got all the bitches
They didn’t wanna fight us cause when niggas went to…
Fuck compromising exampling and try to reason
We’ll catch em outside of the club and leave em niggas leaking
I be beastin

And now you are about to witness…

[Hook:]
I be beastin
(You be beastin mayne? Hmmm)
Beastin
I be beastin
(Yeah, when I get in the local booth, and I get on that microphone…)
Beastin

["Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker" plays in background]
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
UHHH!

And now…

[Verse 2:]
When my money was hecka small, I mean it looked like it was tall
Punch a hater up in his jaw; he didn’t wanna shake my paw
But I used to push that broad, on the other side of the law
When the price is fluctuating go up and down like a see-saw
But I didn’t say no ‘hee-haw’ clown shit
This real I’ll slap a busta with the hill on my hammer up out my skrill
I’ll take a up-tempo track, put some gang behind my rap I’m like that
Muthafucka I’m a mack hydro back
Cause you fuck around get snatched I’m from the flats
The hillside to be exact (Biatch!)
Catting off and shipping ain’t what this player do son
They’re something like seven real niggas left on this earth and I’m one of them
I be beastin… manage lil ole heave
The rawest nigga speaking they call me Earl Stevens (BIATCH)
BIATCH!

And now you are about to witness…

[Hook:]
I be beastin
(You be beastin mayne? Hmmm)
Beastin
I be beastin
(Yeah, when I be up in the function, and I be filling that alcohol…)
Beastin

["Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker" plays in background]
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
UHHH!

And now…

[Verse 3:]
UHHH!
Bosses do what they want, suckas do what they can
AHH-UHH-AHH-UHH-UAHHH! I’m feeling like Tarzan
Got a pocket full of money and I’m confident
Got a fifth the Landy Cognac and some Romulent
Some Romulent? Yeah some cheeba
Cause I only put my strategies of choice is a Teeba (UHH!)
When she was young she wasn’t looking all that tight take take Meagan Good for example
Now she looking right
Bout to take her down tonight, I be beastin in the bed
I like em darklight and bright, yellowbone in red
I’m loaded and I’m twisted and I’m faded
In the function getting White boy wasted (UHH!)
Blanket suited pouted wounded
Out my body something stupid

And now you are about to witness…

[Hook:]
I be beastin
(You be beastin mayne? Hmmm)
Beastin
I be beastin
(Damn right I brought my money mayne I need mine mayne)
Beastin

["Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker" plays in background]
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
I be beastin
One long leap Beasty I C, one long leap Beasty I C
UHHH!

And now…

E-40 – Barbarian

["You're a barbarian, a savage" plays x12 and throughout the song]

[Verse 1:]
I’m a barbarian a savage, fully and semi automatic
A manage hustler with the package, rock like Lenny Kravitz
On a mission about my mail, petulant, chicken, Burney’s and 12′s
Rob a nigga if I have to, if all else fails
But that ain’t really my get-down plus I’m the new laws of nature
It might not come back on me now but this will come back on me later
I’m from it, built for battle the Bay maybe in peace
Same Levis for weeks 501′s, no crease
I pack a cannon, 44 like Clint Eastwood cha see
A cannon? Yeah but not the cannon camera 7D
I’m whiskey, office landy
I don’t know when I’ll be sober again
I’m just not falling down from the sky finally coming down off my high
If it wasn’t for the water the rap game will be dry
So I feed the soil life resuscitate the game
Breave life back in every real nigga that we lost mane

[Chorus:]
Uh, he an animal, a beast
He don’t eat, nigga he feast
“You’re a barbarian, a savage”
“You’re a barbarian, a savage”
Same jeans, for weeks
Out here with the zombies, fiends and tweeks
“You’re a barbarian, a savage”
“You’re a barbarian, a savage”

[Verse 2:]
Do the development while I might better tetch it don’t wanna get caught loose
Some of these niggas are I’ll when they get on pills and courage juice
Alot of these dudes ain’t real lot of us cats are synthetic
Swivel, canapé yeah nigga I said it
I just screw up on top of suckers up on my solid dude list
Now I don’t need no liabilities, I can’t be taking the risk
Gotta say I found, go hard like them Marion Barbarians
What is beef? Can be no vegan or vegetarian
In the streets, I kinda hardly to let the palm trees mislead
Can I hear what that tough guy had activity will bleed’cha
Every time I look around I hear the streets blocked up
It’s just like where you say send ya back in the pine house
I take my shirt off in this bitch, stretch marks and all
Turn into sumthing, put my back against the wall
Dig the chalking I’m punching I’m try’na break a nigga jaw
Keep swinging and swinging until my enemy fall
BEOTCH!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Mommy and daddy never home so we raised ourselves
No dental plan, medical insurance and health
So I’m out here with these zombies, dope fiends and tweeks
Bodies in the streets, covered with sheets
Unlicensed drunk drivers, sex offenders apprise
Suppose to be stay folks sinners and backslides
It ain’t for play, one thing about Los Angeles, San Diego and The Bay
We quick to throw it all away in one day
Over some he say she say
Lock me up and throw the key away give me L.I.F.E.
Give a fuck I’m a diet hero came my mentality
Be a barbarian till I’m old and grey for eternity
Ghetto celebrity, hey, specializing selling D
But right now it’s a drought, so I’m selling tree
Zips, zaps, zubbles, peas for three
Thow-wow a pound, nigga holla at me, beotch

[Chorus]

E-40 – All I Need

(All that I)
(This world)

Let these fools know

(You been so good to me)

The game’s been good to me
My fans been good to me

The money been good to me

All I need though is this shit

[VERSE 1:]
Talkin about I be rappin off track
Some of you square suckers be tryina say E-40 wack
Do your due dilligence in your research ‘fore I pimp my pen
If you ain’t never lived it and done it, you can’t comprehend
I’m a fixture, a factor, somethin that you ain’t
Respect my rank, you got none of that, point blank
I’m one of your favorite MC’s favorite MC
Ask they ass, they know me
Bet you they tell you “That boy right there got flows and creativity
That’s the big homie”
I’m authentic and real, I’m far from bein phoney
Originality is a must whenever I bust
Before I got into the rap game I was hustlin on the hush
Rock it up (?) dust, same color as pie crust
Penitentiary chances, shackles, chains and handcuffs
The first rapper talkin about triple-beam scales
Choppers, drought seasons and shit like that
I got some real niggas that’ll vouch for that
Might not know how to freestyle but my rhymes’ll paint a picture
Fuck bein a lyricist, I’m a fuckin game spitter
Pandemonium and chaos the price of bein a boss
That come with the package, I’m a savage, slightly throwed off
Grew up on $hort and Freddie B, Magic Mike and Calvin T
Dolemite and Blowfly, KRS and Ice-T
Melle Mel and Spoonie, just to name a few
UTFO, Kool Herc and Afrika Bambaataa, too

(You been so good to me)

The game’s been good to me
My fans been good to me
The money been good to me
G-O-D been good to me

You all I need
You all I need
You all I need
You all I need

[VERSE 2:]
I paved the way for indie labels
Ask Master P and Birdman what I brought to the table
Out the trunk independently
Sold hundreds of thousands of records with no video or airplay
Me and my uncle St. Charles
Suga, D-Shot, Legit, The Click, legends in this shit
But hold up, it don’t stop there
If I got a dollar for every word I made up I’d be a billionaire
I’m the past and the present
I was sayin shit 20 years ago y’all niggas just now sayin
I done seen rappers come and go
Get they 15 minutes of fame, then you don’t hear about them no mo’
Yeah, I done had my ups and downs
But the cold part about it is E-40 still around
I don’t know why these suckers keep sayin I need to get my mumblin ass out the way
When I got a passion for rappin, partner, I don’t do it just for pay
You oughta come to one of my concerts, you oughta come to one of my shows
I do my old school and my new school songs and all of them bitches go
They don’t build ‘em like me no mo’, I’m a motherfuckin pro
A living legend, collection of classics, thought that you should know
You can’t erase me out of history
I’m from the same place as CC
(?) Vallejo California, if you blink you might miss it

(You been so good to me)

The game’s been good to me
My fans been good to me
The money been good to me
G-O-D been good to me

You all I need
You all I need
You all I need
You all I need

[VERSE 3:]
Third verse, more than half my life
Since teenagers, I gotta thank my wife
Since we was little young cubs
Born in the struggle, broke, livin off of love
This is the actual, not a non-theatrical movie
I thank God for my sons, Issue and Droop-E
Even though they divorced, my mama and my daddy
My sister, my brothers, my cousins and my family
I love y’all, and my fans when they hated
Were down with my futuristic ass way before I made it
And all my real ones with some balls
Went out funkin, beefin, feudin, niggas made some phone calls
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta – Pow!
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta – Pow!
Ratata-tat, put him on his back
Bust a sucker head (?)
The rap game’s been good with me
Stuck when me when I didn’t even have a penny
You lames can say what you like
But I been in it for 22, I gotta be doin somethin right
That means I’m not a overnight
Overnight sensation, didn’t happen over night
I broke barriers for independence, mayne, I set the tone
They probably won’t ‘preciate me till I’m gone

(You been so good to me)

The game’s been good to me
My fans been good to me
The money been good to me
G-O-D been good to me

You all I need
You all I need
You all I need
You all I need

(You been so good to me)

E-40 feat. Young Mugzy – Extra Manish

[E-40]
I’m a little mannish muthafucka
I take after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana but now I’m selling yola
Shit was gettin hella funky at first
when a nigga was stealin a bitches purse
Ended up gettin kicked out of every Vallejo school
they clocked me like a circus
I was the little mannish motherfucker showing off in the back of the church
My momma was quick to hit me with a switch and I say “that hurts”
Get to the house, go to my room and talk some trash
I never believed a hard head made a soft ass
Cuz I be moving fast and I’d be tryin to stash
Beat up the pizza man and then I straight dashed
Disobidient sport cut my days short
My momma got tired of takin’ my ass back and forth ta court
I said “momma I’ma straighten up for you and I promise I won’t warrant”
Got me a job as a paper boy
21 dollars a month
5 o’clock in the morning
Damn I’m slavin’ for the fucking white man
21 dollars might buy me some ??(poor carpet chicken george)
I’m tired of muthafuckas fuckin over me
How can I find a way to make some real money?
But you don’t feel me
I was tired of being broke lookin coked down
Came up off a twenty dollar put me down
Next thing you know I was up to about a quarter of a ki’ rollin
Niggaz was trippin’ off me cuz I was a young muthafucka ballin’
Gettin my fetti on but when there was funk I had to starve
Time to fetch the choppers and bring out the U-hauls
Extra mannish
I make you vanish
I play for keep
Investigate that ass till they find out where you sleep
Muthafucka it’s commakausi
Don’t even try me ahh
I bars none you best believe that I’ma bring me ah
Fully automatic Tommy with the infared say I’m sorry
Before I pump your ass full of lead and dump the body
Extra mannish, that’s what people be calling me
Oh we can be cool until you get to threatening me
I loose my temper and shit my eyes turn red
Blow my top and get real hot at the head
I guess I’m a failure, I gots no future in my front
All I’m able to do is sell dope and hit the blunt
Don’t ask me why Sometimes I go to church and testify
The preacher preaches and I be dang near ready to cry
Repute the devil
I got to get out of the ghetto freak
Sometimes I wonder if mommy and daddy really payin me
Who would ever thought that a nigga like me
would become such a bad ass youngster
My mommy and daddy done fucked around and created a damn monster
Why couldn’t I wait till I was bigger
before I started drinking malt liquor
I guess I was a nappy headed stubborn little mannish ass nigga

[Mugzy]
Guess who comes through, comes through
It’s me the Y-O-U-N-G
M-U-G-Z
I’m just as mannish as I wanna be I pack a 30-30
Niggas wanna blast me because I’m down and dirty
Extra mannish how I’m livin and I’m fuckin my neighbors bitch an
She lovin’ every minute of the dick that I be givin
Bitches on my jock , Bitches on my jock
Suckas on the block know I got a glock
Bini caps, B-coats and all of that
I’m beatin niggas down with a baseball bat
I’m havin revenues I’m gettin paid fool
A ghetto muthafucka with an attitude
S-I-C-K W-I-D I-T
It’s young mugzy and E-40
It’s explains why it’s hard for us blacks and hispanics
And why we turned extra mannish