Up Out The Way Xzibit (Ft. E-40)

[Intro: E-40]
I'm in my 7 deuce Cutlass with the slap in the back
With the slap in the back, with the slap in the back...

[Xzibit]
I got that rag top Impala with the brains blew back
With the brains blew back, with the brains blew...

[Verse 1: Xzibit]
I got that rag top Impala with the brains blue back
Could you loan me a dollar? Bitch, I can't do that
Got a flight in an hour, got my bags all packed
Bring it in for the huddle a hundred and fifty racks, POW!
Want me to take it to the club and throw it on the ground?
Instead I take it buy a business, make it double down
I'm back in business, you pussy niggas in trouble now!
Shake, what you gon' shake the city?
Clearly you are from outta town
I'm in my scraper, catching paper on the turf
Stackin' yaper like a Laker, hit exactly where it hurts
Better put that shit in reverse, you might cross over the ledge
The king of the castle swingin' screamin' "off with their heads!"
Round up and wrangle your ratchets
Mad cause they given us action
Fuck em', we keep em', we mackin'
Don't need them nigga, what's happenin'?
What is it? Let's get it crackin'! Millions and millions reacting
Focused, no longer distracted, put it down, let's see you match it