[Hook]
Everybody running wild, yeah
Tell me what to do
What the fuck is goin' on?
Well I know, well I know, well I know
[Verse 1: Deacon The Villain]
So many baby mamas around we are all some mother fuckers
Surf's Up but it ain’t awesome motherfucker
Most kingpin rappers is also undercover
Sleeping with the enemy awesome under covers
Tide rolled in, bread so thin
Gotta keep corn on me like Thanksgiving
Still smoking
Like the barrel of young ones with big guns that will face grown men
Got guts 'till they see their stomach lining
I’m not fishing for compliments but keep a line in
Seeing the world like Jack with an axe
Peeking through the door towards the end of The Shining
[Verse 2: E-40]
Uhh! Rapping and rhyming is my drug
Not only the block but the microphone I hug
Tsunami flow, suckers act like they don’t know
But there will never be another MC like me 'till 5004
There will never be an MC like you 'till 5004? (Yup)
I don't rap like none of these rappers on earth, I’m not your average Joe
Space age pimpin' first verse now they have to protect the ho
All the way winos, trips and players in front the liquor store
Altercations and drama, riding around with them Lamas
Growing up in the ghetto where kids sell dope to their mamas
Bullet shells echo, men dead in the alley
It took nine hours for the coroner to come and pick up the body
Everybody running wild, yeah
Tell me what to do
What the fuck is goin' on?
Well I know, well I know, well I know
[Verse 1: Deacon The Villain]
So many baby mamas around we are all some mother fuckers
Surf's Up but it ain’t awesome motherfucker
Most kingpin rappers is also undercover
Sleeping with the enemy awesome under covers
Tide rolled in, bread so thin
Gotta keep corn on me like Thanksgiving
Still smoking
Like the barrel of young ones with big guns that will face grown men
Got guts 'till they see their stomach lining
I’m not fishing for compliments but keep a line in
Seeing the world like Jack with an axe
Peeking through the door towards the end of The Shining
[Verse 2: E-40]
Uhh! Rapping and rhyming is my drug
Not only the block but the microphone I hug
Tsunami flow, suckers act like they don’t know
But there will never be another MC like me 'till 5004
There will never be an MC like you 'till 5004? (Yup)
I don't rap like none of these rappers on earth, I’m not your average Joe
Space age pimpin' first verse now they have to protect the ho
All the way winos, trips and players in front the liquor store
Altercations and drama, riding around with them Lamas
Growing up in the ghetto where kids sell dope to their mamas
Bullet shells echo, men dead in the alley
It took nine hours for the coroner to come and pick up the body
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