E-40 - My Cup lyrics

[Chorus - 2x] I got my cup, I got my plastic cup I got my cup, I got my plastic cup I got my cup, I got my plastic cup You got your cup (I got my cup) [E-40] One of these playas is doing they own thang And some of these playas is kinda the same One of these playas is unlike the others Now it's time to spit my game I'm leaning, I got that purple colors brightness Ms. bu*tersworth up in my white cup, white cup Codeine'ing, dropping that Swishahouse groove music And I'm f**ed up, and I'm f**ed up A playa's sweating, shoot dice up under the staircase Talking hell-a-loud grabbing his balls and side betting like a veteran All my weeples just come hard, reach into my pockets Pulled out a wad of money and I threw my dogs up on it It's expected, cause way back when I couldn't afford When a playa like me was leaking, had my back like a ? board Now that I'm eating, the game done blessed me mayn Everyday is my birthday, I'm about that ice cream and cake Looking for a batch with no pan and I'm a guerilla meals must like Brandy Like the R&B singer, Christian brother twist Getting gone, plastic cup in the traffic bumping this [Chorus - 2x] [E-40] Hickory dickory dock I dick the boost down with my dock I was on stuck, she was on top Pour me some more in my cup [Suga-T] We working with a lot, can't let em catch us slipping Can't sit the cup down, can't let em know we tripping I'ma keep a cup, full of Check-A-Hater juice Eyes behind my head, can't let em catch me loose He's a fool, usually wanting to put it on me Got a low attention span, and the average can't afford me I'm a boss chick, like that-that-that-that-that-that And you are bossy uh, I got your back [Chorus - 2x] [E-40] Head, shoulders, knees and toes Pimps, playas, hustlas, hoes Simps, haters, bustas, marks Saps, s**as, haters, sars Well I'm at a park, at a club after dark At a football game, your date in the parking lot Them hoochies know my name, I'm not a popsicle But a fool, can you do the other side of the pimp Stick and move, all about my uh paper route When I'm drunk, that's when my true feelings come out I ain't no punk, you got your easmic stuff Plus some funk, in real life I'll f** you up [Chorus - 2x]