Droop-E - This Goin' Up lyrics

[Verse 1: E-40] Up, up, and away we go Got a fifth of that oil, and a bag of ‘dro That I copped from the soil, that we finna blow Higher than Pluto, that's where I'm tryna go Mars, Saturn, out the hempmisphere (Did you say hemisphere?) Nah, the hempmisphere Bars, patterns, hella far from here Buzz Lightyears, not Bud Light beer We been doing this every day, the same thang Mobbin' and mashin' and switching lanes Wylin' and spazzin', it's a shame Trappin' and traveling, planes and trains Seriousness, out of body experiences Mysterious, curious, furious, hilirious If you test my cool, I'mma do the fool Leave your a** slumped over I'm the same way every time you see me, fool Drunk or either sober I don't just only like to f** but I like to get f**ed up I don't just only like the white, I like the dark in my cup Never sell myself short (sell myself short) I'm always in and out of court (LIVING THIS GHETTO LIFE) Trying to get rich twice (rich twice) Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven (eleven) Never leave the crib, never left without my weapon (weapon) Me and my n***as go with our first mind, not our second (b*atch!) [Hook: Husalah & E-40] b**h, we mob so mainey I can't stop if she don't pay me Yeah this slap is so damn crazy ‘Cause I mob so goddamn mainey This goin' up (Repeat 3X) [Verse 2: Husalah] I'm a goddamn maniac mobbin' So every time you see me, b**h, ba** throbbin' Golasoaso, Jesus Cristo Husalah guapo, I live illegal Sold perrigo, dump with choppers Husalah Husalah, bend blocks with mobbers s**as holla'n a “mob” but they really ain't mobbin' Green light on sight, being stripped and robbed Gettin' s**ed in the Chev' like a schizo, then b**h Put a rack on my kicks so the b**hes on my dick Eleven-hundred on my shirt ‘cause I rep for the turf Yeah, I'm beautiful and gorgeous but chopps is rippin' [Hook] [Verse 3: Turf Talk] Dopeman, dopeman, pharmaceutal Early on the block with a cup o' noodle Kick door, kick door, no problemo If I think a n***a got it, I'm through that window Gangsta crazy, sniffing c**a Pop, pop, pop, my la vida loca No comprende, speak no English If it ain't about money, potna, it ain't my business Old school money like Troop and Fila Five chains on, got that Mr. T look Pull up one deep, take your wife off I swear I got a Benz that'll f** your life off b**hes out here choosing ‘cause they heard I do it big b**h, don't give me half of nothing, I need every dime you get (Get up on me) [Hook]