[e-40]
Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie
Think he mixin some hash with some of that humboldt county gra**
With dis sleazy from union city, she wanted to freak me
When i was sticky but we did it anyway
Look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler
Up under my seat, why? robbers on my feet
Uhh, cops elroy's po-po's wanna glock me
Chops, elroy's ran up in my car
I hope none of y'all ain't in there crackin on the presedential
Under my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin
And up in there singin a capella
Cause that ain't the way the game was designed
You 'posed to see that if you blind
Blastin, co*ked to the side, blowzin
Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp - walkin
I'ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklin
Pullin out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and i be bossin
Chorus: e-40
Where all my hustlers at?
Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats?
Where all my shooters? dude when you stay, pop collars
Smoke tweed, twenty-fo' hours
Where all my ballers at?
Where all my timahs, shot callers at?
Where all my grimies? it's heavy weight
Give me the money, the p**y, the car and i'm straight
[e-40]
I pull up on the set - somebody died?
Why all the long faces - playboy, it's dry
Dry as in dry? dry as in thirsty
Cause we ain't had no work since thursday
Know you ain't believe us but i got it, who want it?
By the way how y'all been survivin? shoot we been steppin on it!
Uhh - cut out the middle
From here on out {*cough*} no more scribble
Fast quota, f** a slow nig'
n***a my fetti's just as long as ron jeremy's dick!
Eighty-one years olda, pimpin don't trip!
Who you be bumpin? e-40 and the click!
Uhh, i see the heads know me in the wind(?)
Family where you been? the pen, get in!
Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the block
What you see two crackheads steppin over, what? a rock
Chorus
[e-40]
Gimme a, cadillac with a black man's drank
A forty ounce, the ghetto champagne
The lap dance, thick-a** (?) like to bounce
Take off her clothes and get bu*t-naked, southern girl down south
A record deal so i ain't gotta dope deal
A faithful botch, a home-cooked meal
Take, i like a (?) estate
With them long-a** fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate
Chorus 2x