[Verse 1: E-40]
I never stayed my ass home I always thought that I was grown
In the traffic I was gone, you see my head was made of stone
Got a problem with me?
Then feel free muthafucka, don't be talkin under yo breath
It might be the cause of your death
'Cause I'ma quick to stop a nigga in his tracks main
So let's get this shit out in the open
I used to like to go from the shoulders get em up, one on ones
Now it's a whole different ball game, niggas is carryin guns
A sucka will kill you first, and you will be layin in the hearse
Takin a deep ass sleep knowin it wasn't worth
Provin you wasn't a punk, niggas don't want to thump
Niggas just want to funk and shot up a nigga's trunk
I met a bitch last week at the Orgen Room
Bought her a drink and said, "what's up on the telly room?"
Just then I felt some trouble kickin' in
Spotted her ex-boyfriend who had just got out the pen
Muthafuckas get to baulkin' when the liquor's talkin
Drunk muthafucka step on my toe and kept on walkin'
I said, "what's up with you partner, say excuse me or somethin"
He turned around looked at me and started mean muggin'
I guess he thought he pumped fear until I said
"Nigga don't you know I'll have you touchin' everything in here"
He went for his pistol and didn't know I was strappin'
Dag nab it, I had to let him have it
I never stayed my ass home I always thought that I was grown
In the traffic I was gone, you see my head was made of stone
Got a problem with me?
Then feel free muthafucka, don't be talkin under yo breath
It might be the cause of your death
'Cause I'ma quick to stop a nigga in his tracks main
So let's get this shit out in the open
I used to like to go from the shoulders get em up, one on ones
Now it's a whole different ball game, niggas is carryin guns
A sucka will kill you first, and you will be layin in the hearse
Takin a deep ass sleep knowin it wasn't worth
Provin you wasn't a punk, niggas don't want to thump
Niggas just want to funk and shot up a nigga's trunk
I met a bitch last week at the Orgen Room
Bought her a drink and said, "what's up on the telly room?"
Just then I felt some trouble kickin' in
Spotted her ex-boyfriend who had just got out the pen
Muthafuckas get to baulkin' when the liquor's talkin
Drunk muthafucka step on my toe and kept on walkin'
I said, "what's up with you partner, say excuse me or somethin"
He turned around looked at me and started mean muggin'
I guess he thought he pumped fear until I said
"Nigga don't you know I'll have you touchin' everything in here"
He went for his pistol and didn't know I was strappin'
Dag nab it, I had to let him have it
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