Gouda E-40 (Ft. B-Legit & Stresmatic)

[Intro: E-40]
{*money counting machine runs, stops, then beeps*}
Gouda!
Sick Wid it Records, BME, Warner Bros
The machinery, Yee! {*"Psycho" style shriek starts*}
Oooooh, look out pimp!
Heavy on the Grind Entergainment, Stove Top Productions

[Verse 1: E-40]
Oooooh, Hustlers 'R Us
My game sharper than the elephant's tusk
Me myself and I, the only one that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open, finger on my pistol clutch
I got my hand in everything, I'm real instrumental
I'm as real as they come, ain't got no bitch per-tential
When I was comin up, there's certain things we don't allow
Like long fingernails, and men archin they eyebrow
Here's another thing I don't condone and don't approve
How all of a sudden snitchin became cool? (I don't know)
I'm gamed up, I be chewin on this mack granite
O.G. J.B. stomp down, lace the nigga, 'sposed to never panic
I bump the baddest broad in the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece, just by mind manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade a broad to put on the dress, and break her for her purse