I Wanna Thank You E-40 (Ft. Suga-T)

[Chorus: Suga T & (E-40)]
I wanna thank you, pimps and players
For sharing your game with me
I wanna thank all.. of the hustlers
For showing me your life, on the street
And I know (and I KNOW)
That'll I never forget you
Oooo-oooo-ooooh (that's real)
Forget about you (sprinkle me mayne, lace me mayne)
Ohhh-ohh-ohh

[Verse 1: E-40]
Ahh.. laced up by the best, check it out..
Uhh, marinatin on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can tell that the Hillside was his home
Mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chop suey in the bushes
Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylors drinkin Boilermakers
M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde English
Around the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth
(??) where I come (??) DEAD RIGHT, twerkin over shit
Business boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy camper
Til the homey beat his bootch down for no reason with the Zenith hammer
Thangs started gettin sloppy, dude started rollin over
Niggas started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack synthetic yola
Turf got hot hella heads got shot on dead body soil
Po'-po's on that ass like hot baby oil
Play your cards right son everybody can have cash
But you gotta get in and out if you expect 'em to last