[Verse 1: E-40]
Uh, when I entered the world and took my first breath of air
The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer
Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst
He said, "Life can be good and life can stink like a burp"
There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin' and betrayal (And betrayal)
So always pack a hammer and some nails (And some nails)
As I got older, I hung around older folk (Older folk)
That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I pope (Game I pope)
I used to practice lookin' hard but now I practice bein' solid (Solid)
I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket
Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth
But if I find out who's schemin', they gon' get hauled off in a hearse
I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six
I said it befo' and I meant it (I meant it)
This thing wringin', it's rotten, it's beatin' they ass like a belt
If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself
[Chorus: Stresmatic]
My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town
Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around
All in the game like we pitchin' off the mound
Four in the box and you know that shit pound
My-my-my partner from the V, my nigga from the Town
Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around
All in the game like we pitchin' off the mound
Four in the box and you know that shit pound, that shit pound
Uh, when I entered the world and took my first breath of air
The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer
Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst
He said, "Life can be good and life can stink like a burp"
There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin' and betrayal (And betrayal)
So always pack a hammer and some nails (And some nails)
As I got older, I hung around older folk (Older folk)
That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I pope (Game I pope)
I used to practice lookin' hard but now I practice bein' solid (Solid)
I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket
Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth
But if I find out who's schemin', they gon' get hauled off in a hearse
I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six
I said it befo' and I meant it (I meant it)
This thing wringin', it's rotten, it's beatin' they ass like a belt
If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself
[Chorus: Stresmatic]
My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town
Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around
All in the game like we pitchin' off the mound
Four in the box and you know that shit pound
My-my-my partner from the V, my nigga from the Town
Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around
All in the game like we pitchin' off the mound
Four in the box and you know that shit pound, that shit pound
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