Memory Lane E-40 (Ft. Andre Nickatina)

[Chorus]
Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
Fuck the middle man, we got the joog for cheaper (cheaper)
Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (on the game)
Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)

[Verse 1: E-40]
From pushin bags of goop in the rain
Rockin up nostril dust
Me and my squad, my gang
Ain't never been no powder puff
Used to go to Puff-n-Stuffin the O-A-K
In a rental
Lucky's or Safeway
For supplies and utensils
But that's in the past, I'm havin my cash, rappin on instrumentals
I wanted to be number one
Not number 2 like the pencil
If it wasn't for my pen, I'd be in the pen
You can't know where you going if you don't know where you've been
Always been low key ADD, I couldn't sit still I move fast
It was impossible for a nigga like me to sit on my fuckin ass
I had to get that cash
Make my money pile
Build up my brand (what else?)
And boost up my profile
Made it out the game
Smellin' like a rose
From the bottom to the top
But I'm steppin on people's toes
Blast off , higher than the moon
Been a hustler, since I came out the womb
(biach!)