Pop Ya Collar E-40 (Ft. The Click)

[Intro: E-40 & B-Legit]
Uh-huh; barbecue or mildew, hhhoe?
Ssshit heh
My fetti has a first name - it's E-A-R-L
About my mail, ssshit!
Nigga you know I'm up in this motherfucker, on a good one!
Fffuck yes!!
You know what I mean? It's like a, a Y-2-Yea thing y'know?
(Haha) We does this out here (fo' schizzie)
We pop our collars; please believe that playboy (like this here)

[Verse 1: B-Legit]
My moves is swift, I'm stiff with mine
Remi Martin straight, then I hit it with lime
It's time to shine, to strike my pose
Five carats on my pinky, pickin my nose (BEATCH)
I stroll on hoes, and give 'em a chance
To let me see the ass while they backup dance
I glance and breeze - if the body is true
I'm off and on to part two (part TWO)

[Verse 2: D-Shot]
Now I done scanned at the club (what else?)
I popped my collar to all my folks with love (what else?)
And all the niggas that didn't respond to me (what else?)
I got my dogs watchin constantly (what else, what else?)
With one hand in the baseball glove
Hella throwaways - and dangerous subs
For my protection and my protection only
This boss balla slippin whatchu thought I was phony?