[Verse:]
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, k**in em off stackin em via map kit
Gettin busy wit ma record shrine, hurtin s**az 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 k**in otha folks, chil'ren stealin from they parent, kidnappin, robbin, d whole blasé
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
k**in 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 sh** it down