Where the Party At E-40

[Computer voice]
Where's the party at

[Verse 1: E-40]
Forget it man, I can't lie
I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' fly
I shoots the game, the gift of spit
The gift of gab, boy, the gift is ripped
Good with the skill that makes ya feel it
Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it
Knows that I can gigiddy go when it's time to
Get on the M-I-C-R-O-
P-H-O-N-E It's me the hustler E-40
With them brandy seperators as if it was funky
A brother like me don't hang around no suckers that be faulty
I be puttin' the group up in the boot
Be puttin' the peas up in the pod
Left the cookies in the jar, now I'm a rap star
The rapologist, I pull a 40 out of my ball cap
Then I flush it down my esophagus
Cause partner ain't never been no punk in this
I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels
And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills
Givin' up deals, hills let em' go for a lil' bit a nothin'
As I showcase my skills for rid-neal