Alright, alright, off we go we jus movin mellow I'm about to play MC's like tecmo Gettin ma props, it says E 40 ima ma drop that Hmm they ain't fo' heathens so lemme buckle up an switch up Lanes Be throbbin, knockin, tweezin, orange jellin I got em wonderin if I'm workin or sellin Yola white wit da dukey brown top Lookin clean as I wanna be, killin em off stackin em via map kit Gettin busy wit ma record shrine, hurtin suckaz dealins Makin em wanna resign back to d drawin board, 'cause you know you outta line either or The penalty's not decline I was d score I believe it's a zipper then nathan dropped tha bomb 'Cause it ain't d season for flakin tweak off ma tongue Roll em in a basket twisted an all, then I start ma clan you didn't know-I shut it down Like such a page I call ma out field in Four counts bases blowin, anotha win for E 40 in d click crew I thought you knew E.R.A. average is 0.2 Don't need a pincher 'cause I'm already on here about a thousand That's if you don't forfeit Don't be mad at me though chock it up as a loss I get saucier than Ragu spaghetti sauce Proof is in d pudding, check your local listings for booking -me,the one an only unorthodox rapper E 40 Put here for a purpose, now tell me is it worth it ridin roun startin up trouble in yo public That ain't even sharp at all, 'cause one day mom's gonna get a call Would-you,would-you,would-you come identify yo son He's anotha victim of a hot (hot one) No I ain't tryna knock nobody hustle but now this whole violent thang gotten way outta bounds Innocent bystanders gettin shot up an carried off Folks killin otha folks, chil'ren stealin from they parent, kidnappin, robbin, d whole blase What! you think that's groovy? Mayne d whole world is corrupted Check it out, partna, I know d streets ain't goin nowhere But now as far as we gatherin up dis information that I done learn through ma stressful strife I wanna share wit ya'll ya know what I'm sayin But now look I came fo' votes I'm wanna shut dis whole thang down on this whole violent thang Killin up each otha mayne We need to gone wit dat, shoot dat to da left, tear dat off You know what I'm sayin, I'm sayin d same thang I'm givin off velvet, an I'm proud to tell it A young black entrepreneur that ain't sellin it Gettin ma props makin ma mil though I rather be at home than jail bro Motivation ma brotha, get rid a frustration Notice how I didn't stutter I neva would do makin that fashion I go on a 2 day fastin, meditate on nothin but positive rappin See I take it deep, wake up in d middle a ma sleep Get on ma knees an pray an say 'thank you Lord for wakin me up today' That's on d goosh ma pal, ima get say it anyhow But now if yo stubborn, summin like dat may be outta yo league Diggin through yo stuff they might call me all kinds a punks an stuff Partna you ain't down wid us no more, you soft-tear dat off, an shit it downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
