Come On E-40 & B-Legit

(Distorted "come on" repeats)

[Verse 1: B-Legit]
Bitch, I'm a hardhead nigga, so don't ask me
I know a gang of motherfuckers say they gon' blast me
Catch me dippin' to some Screw
Attitude rude, drippin' sweat, about to finger-fuck this TEC
I leave 'em stretched, reaching for a rifle
Got him a pump before a nigga da-dump da-dump
I ain't no punk, nigga, this be mob fa sheez
And for them chippers and cheese, see, we thieves

[Verse 2: E-40]
Give me, give me some valiums and some Robitussin, watch me do it
Dip my cancer stick into some embalming fluid
Show your ID then pass it right back to me, cousin, 'cause see I'm a minor
And these wet daddies got your partner sweating like drippy ass vagina
Let me up in this bitch-ass club, security roughs me and my guys
Gon' bumrush these doors, make it so there won't be no more rap shows
Yeah, that's what I thought
I see wall to wall hoes, bitches everywhere all over the place
Niggas trickin' off they green marbles just so hoes can sit on they face, uh

(Distorted "come on" repeats)

[Verse 3: E-40]
A funkin' lesson number one: mind your own, don't be in no mess
Number two: when it's confidential, hold it on your chest
Number three (Number three): don't be fuckin' with me
Number four: no more toe to toe
The only way to let these motherfuckers know is to flex
Wet they ass up, leave 'em bleeding like a Kotex
Boy, we one tight knit ass clique
Niggas in my outfit don't be rattin' rollin' over, snitchin'
Spillin' beans, tattle-tellin'