E-40 - Federal lyrics

[E-40] Don't cha' know... Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme, f**in' em' like that therapy, don't cha' know f**in' em' like that there beats, don't cha' know Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme, f**in' em' like that therapy f**in' em' like that there beats, I'm just a hustler [Verse 1] I'm goin' federal, justice ain't no damn miracle f**in' em' up like that, puttin' in work something terrible So before you mention to step to me You better get up on my history I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-B-O-Y-A-N-T k**in' motherf**ers off crucial Sittin' em' down mutual Spittin' that ol' playa, gangsta sh** Tryin' to maintain a strong grip V-Town, California where I was born and raised since 1979 I been a hustler on the go Pop-pos wanna hara** Me and my Keesh I needed cash Rocks wasn't groovin' at the time So way we got out money was cuttin' gra** Leader not a follower, became a Hill-Side baller Put together a group called the C-L-I-C-K And I was the shot caller, I'm goin' federal [E-40] I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know [B-Legit] Why don't cha' get up on this mic And spit some of that ol' gangsta sh** back at em' man, would ya [Verse 2] I'm on the last nickels, they only made like four of Front-row seats at the fights Takin' long, expensive flights I love playin' hully-gully Cause I ain't nothin' nice on them dice So before you gamble against a hustler, I advise you to think twice Napoleon, macaroni, we serve hot-bellied pig 96, 6 big screen television I bought for my kid Livin' kind of comfortable 40 comin through with the real number From blocks and blocks away you can here the boom, blam, bumble Full tank of petro, up the metro, I'm like federal Hoes wanna get s**ual cause they see me on a pedastal Nibblin' on my jock, like my big, ol' black tool is edible Tellin' you man these heifers now days is incredible Dishin' them one time scouts Through dark alleys, takin' other routes Hoppin' over barb-wire fences, ditches, puddles, crickets Mobbin' and squadin' hoggin' and guardin' b**hes, check it out Takin' and shapin' and makin' a bunch of riches Yeah man, you can call me federal [B-Legit] Yeah man, these motherf**er be ridin' around here In these bootsy a** cars and what not man Takin' these penitentiary chances And they ain't even got they grin on Ya aughta be like my boy 40, while he Mr. Flamboyant [Verse 3] I got boys from my team with the up-most respect for me For-real lunatics that's willin' to k** for me Way too much love in my organization, I can't afford to take no loss MC's be seelin' them wolf tickets, but I be serious as f** boss It's all part of the rap game and that's the way it should be goin' E-40 tellin' em' like it is, shootin' the gift that I be flowin' Might as well go on and admit it, it's who you know Not how damn good you are Everybody and their mama wanna rap fast but I'm the superstar E-40 why don't you slow it up a lil' something and go and speak on it Man I just be spittin' this sh** to keep these s**ers timid Well what about them ones that don't be recognizin' ya game Must be stuck on something either that or they're lame Funny style pop or rock, naw that ain't my forte` I'm sellin' a bunch of units underground without any airplay Folks be wantin' to hear this type of sh** when they roll Man I'll never sell my soul Motherf**ers you didn't know, I'm federal [B-Legit] Uh, E, you still f**in' em up like, E It's been like three years in this motherf**er [E-40] Hell yeah, you know a hog like me had to put the peas in the pod Let these motherf**ers know what's goin' down in the rap game You know what I'm sayin' (Yeah) I'm a money-hungry motherf**er, you know what I'm sayin' All about my scratch, artillery, fire arms and gats and sh** [B-Legit] You know like that, that's right But you know it's still some folks out there That try to put bad names out there for you and what not What cha' gotta say about that, to those type of n***as [E-40] Oh, you know what I'm sayin' I got some good sh** for them You know what I'm sayin I'll just get to spittin that ol' sh** for they a** Then I'll just come through with some mo' sh** like this here Ya want me to drop that sh** (Drop that sh**) check it out [E-40] You can't stop me man I'm takin' money to the bank Didn't have to pull no licks Cause I'm makin' hits You can't stop me man I'm takin' money to the bank Didn't have to pull no licks Cause I'm makin' hits, ha [E-40] 40, I'm goin' federal Young Bucksy, he's goin' federal Suga-T, she's goin' federal Now D-Shot, he's goin' federal Little Booch, he's goin' federal Levitti, he's goin' federal The Head Point, he's goin' federal Studio Time, he's goin' federal Can't forget Legit, he's goin' federal The whole damn Click, is goin' federal Celly Cel, he's goin' federal Cavio, he's goin' federal Def Daddy, he's goin' federal Rap Dogg, he's goin' federal Mr. Flamboyant, oh right that's me California livin', can't f** with me Yeah motherf**er, that's what's really goin' on