[Verse 1] Forget it man, I can't lie I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk I shoots the game, the gift I spit The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it Knows that I can giddy go When it's time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E It's me the hustler 40 With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky A brother like me don't hang around no suckers that be faulty I be puttin' the group up in the boot Be puttin' the peas up in the pod Left the cookies in the jar, now I'm a rap star The rapologist, I pull a 40 out of my ball cap Then I bust ya down side of this Cause partner ain't never been no punk in this I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills Givin' up deals, hills let em' go for a lil' nothin' As I showcase my skills for real
[Hook x2] There's a party over here, a party over there A party everywhere...put ya hands up There's a party over here, a party over there A party everywhere
[Verse 2] Pullin' up in the club about eleven I plays my feet and hit the beat and kept it revvin' I got a lil' doja that I'm fixin' to break down Roll em' up in a zag, lick em' stick em' and clown I'm fully dig with a dick, my game is on hit I got tipped so I tip cause I'm livin' with this Game tight with the knack, I'm pullin' in scratch They better have a tight grip on they stuff cause I'm bout to snatch Your batch if she wants it she'll be mine in the Cutlass Puffin' on some of this chronic while I'm gettin' straight laced Heard about the drought season, they be lookin' for a reason It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
Extra manish how I'm livin' and my name is groupie It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to all you hoochies Bitches always splittin' stick the wood but sometimes wouldn't Suckin' and grabbin' my little pecker Talkin' about sick on my gold better
I remember when carts was Barbie cut before I was in junior high All they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vagina I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, also down with pluck Th finest watch on the playground, the one with the big ass butt 40 I love you, I miss you, I need you And retrospect to who Bitch come anew, bitch come anew
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[Verse 3] Cause we made like thugs Get juiced in the parking lot before we go up in the clubs Hugs and kisses, gotta make sure we got our gloves Hugs and kisses, E-40 can't be on any more Hugs and kisses, straight to the bar no time to waste Kickin' em' back while they take the place Order me a shot of that liquor to taste Thinkin' they about to beat my face Oh no, I'm nothin' but a professional Oh no, we're nothin' but professionals
Hoochies all in my face with some of that dope water Brothers already purple off some of that soap water So I'ma make a toast to the most Mobbish lookin' brothers in this by midnight Cause brothers gotta get the shit that's really in man Batches on our jock, batches on our jock Mind teachin' things to these brothers Cause that's us, Captain Save a botch They wanna be like big boys and sport big loot They wanna be like big boys and sport fresh suits I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me
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[Outro] We in this baby boy swervin' E-40 in the mob scene And I'm still down with The C-L-I-C-K Comin' yo way in the 94 Then 95, it don't stop boy ain't no jive Sell the rest of them tapes boy Where the deposit at, where mine at Oh for real, I'm out
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