[sampled from Digable Planets' "Cool Like Dat"] Puba of the styles like Miles and shit Like 60's funky worms with waves and perms Just sendin junkie rhythms right down your block We be to rap, what key be to lock - but * We be to rap, what key be to lock * We be - we be to rap, what key be to lock - but * We be to rap, what key be to lock * We be - we be to rap, what key be to lock - but
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[Intro: E-40] Ooooooh; I got my second wind pimp! E-40 Rick Rock! I got my second wind, Sick Wid' It, BME Talk to a peeeimp (Warner Brothers) fuck with a peeeimp Oooooh; talk to a peeeimp, fuck with a peeeimp
[E-40] Heavyweight, a vet not a amateur - what else? Looted up, I push pies like Marie Callender - what'chu gon' do? Suit it up, if I must take over shop Get out the car and walk, sneak up on potnah and do a dome shot Kerpow! Kerpow.. (kerpow.. kerpow..) OOOOH Then I blend into the crowd (Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ahh...) OOOOH Hang with a bunch of hotheads, super hyphy and wild Tell yo' batch to stop askin about a player Inquirin about a player, can't fuck her right now later I'm busy gettin my paper and ridin 'round in my scraper Interactin networkin and campaignin like Arnold Schwarzenegger Like McCormick's I'm seasoned, I run my region (run yo' region) Y'all think I'm stavin? Hell naw nigga I'm eatin (we eatin) Stay barkin like Dino, lyin and cheatin Keep jackin my lingo one of these rappers gon' end up leakin
[Chorus 2X: E-40] YAY ARE-AHHHHH!!! Like dat? Tell the people that 40-Water is back YAY ARE-AHHHHH!!! LIke dat? Tell the people that 40-Water is back
[E-40] We be to rap, what key be to lock (key be to lock) Cut a quarter at 2 and bend the block (bend the block) The West ain't been the same without 'Pac So I, guess it's up to E-40 and Rick Rock (act like) ... STUNT (uhh) You hear 40 new shit? He on there comin You hear 40 new shit? He on there dumpin Hear all the women talk about "That nigga somethin!" (Where you born at?) Born and raised in Yay (uh-huh) Got some folks in Lumpock and Skeleton Bay Uhh, kilograms I had to measure Finger on my Heckler, havin mo' paper, than a paper shredder Oooh, tycoon 'til I fall ('til I fall) I don't sound like none of y'all (none of y'all) You gettin independent scratch? (uh-huh) Just remember the niggaz that taught you that
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[E-40] Ooooh - who you loyal to? Loyal to my soil Never leave the pad without my blessing oil (uh-huh) Cause I surround myself with felons (what they do?) Pop innertubes and bust melons (oooh) Ooooh - HUSTLERS On the lookout for the rocketbusters On the lookout for the fuzz The rocketbusters meanin people them false, them undercovers Never tell a batch what you're up to (what she might do) Cause one day she might tell on you (and what else) And you'll be sittin in the can (while she what) While she fuckin all yo' friends (uh-huhhh) Spendin all yo' yaper (what else tell me) Ridin 'round in yo' scraper (what she givin) Givin brains (uh-huh) All the hood homies runnin choo-choo trains
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