Get Your Paper Master P (Ft. E-40)

[Intro: E-40 & (Master P)]
(Ughhh! Ha ha!) Oooo! Huh? P what's up boy?
(What's up 40 boy?) Talk to me weepilation
(Dey don't know we been doin' dis) Last Deezy, Last Don
(Bay Area playa nigga) This E-Feezy Fonzareezy
Your weepilation up out the Yea Area all day
Er'ytime. Like dis here, Element of Surprise, Da Last Don
Charlie Hustle. Check it out

[Verse 1: E-40]
Let it be writ and said, done and published
That on the sixth month of June 1998
E-40 Fonzarellie AKA Charlie Hustleezy
And my Third Ward weepilation
From the No Limit Records Headquarters and congregation
Plugged up and did a rumble together without no hesitation and erased
Any Old School classic memories of Northern California
Godzilla ballin' and Bay stranglin' and hustlin'
Morning, night, day in N'Orleans
And dang near fallin' asleep on the freeway
Bobbin' and weavin' and ditchin' and dodgin' po-po, penelope force
Tryin' to convince 'em that me and the dope game wasn't gettin along any how
We had been went our separate ways
Shit, we been had a divorce
In and out of court, betta yet
Neva was married any how and engaged
Pushed in the game at a young age, trapped in a ghetto cage
Went from hardly any to, uh, plenty of cash
To, uh, high speed chases to, uh, makin' a dash
"Uh, excuse me sir can I have your autograph
And, uh, when your new album droppin' fool
That other shit was cool"