[Verse 1: E-40]
He really a gangsta but they thought he was square as a box of apple jacks
He was getting his money from them but then he had a couple of setbacks
But he's still a celebrity with bounce back skills and ability
Raised by O.G.'s that been in a correctional facility
The thing about this new generation, they hella quick to bust they guns
Without thinking about the repercussions they relatives and loved ones
I can look a fool in his pupils and just tell what he about
By analyzing his hand-gestures and what come out his mouth
That come from being from it, experienced and seasoned
From hustling monday through friday, clubbing and going to church on weekends
That's why I had-pick my friends, never know what they'd do
Trust no human, just G-O-D and you
I stay looking at my rear view
I stay looking over my shoulder
Never know who want me out here
Never know who want me over
I can tell tall timber from tiny brush
I know the difference between a cabbage and the lettuce (bitch!)
[Chorus: Cousin Fik & E-40]
Pull up a chair, and get you a taste
Of the sun-caked game, no chase (Motherfucker, I'm laced)
I ain't never been fake
Everything I said about you I say it to your face (I'm laced)
On eights, looking like skates
I never been late, learned the game from the grace (Nigga, I'm laced)
Stay in your place, and don't hate
Cause fucking with me ain't safe (Unh!)
He really a gangsta but they thought he was square as a box of apple jacks
He was getting his money from them but then he had a couple of setbacks
But he's still a celebrity with bounce back skills and ability
Raised by O.G.'s that been in a correctional facility
The thing about this new generation, they hella quick to bust they guns
Without thinking about the repercussions they relatives and loved ones
I can look a fool in his pupils and just tell what he about
By analyzing his hand-gestures and what come out his mouth
That come from being from it, experienced and seasoned
From hustling monday through friday, clubbing and going to church on weekends
That's why I had-pick my friends, never know what they'd do
Trust no human, just G-O-D and you
I stay looking at my rear view
I stay looking over my shoulder
Never know who want me out here
Never know who want me over
I can tell tall timber from tiny brush
I know the difference between a cabbage and the lettuce (bitch!)
[Chorus: Cousin Fik & E-40]
Pull up a chair, and get you a taste
Of the sun-caked game, no chase (Motherfucker, I'm laced)
I ain't never been fake
Everything I said about you I say it to your face (I'm laced)
On eights, looking like skates
I never been late, learned the game from the grace (Nigga, I'm laced)
Stay in your place, and don't hate
Cause fucking with me ain't safe (Unh!)
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