Whip Out E-40 & Too $hort

[Verse 1: E-40]
UH!
I'm paper, he plastic
I go hard, he go soft
He play hopscotch like a broad
I play boss games like golf
I be givin' 'em joogs, 25 percent off
That's pretty good, dang near sell it to 'em at cost
They call me Jack Frost 'cause I got that snow white
Roll with us or get lost, cut off your water and your lights
Now your money so funny it's tellin' jokes about you like Wanda Sykes
It's bad out here, it's dusty, dirty, bedbugs, lice (UH!)
I'm so mackish and pimpish, he's so sappish and simpish
If it was some funk, he'll run and leave his homies diminished
He was the only one with a gun, they gave his potnas the business
Did in an alley with a drum from a distance (BLOW!)
Around Christmastime, the crime rate rises
Santa down the chimney ain't the only surprises
Tiptoe bandits ran in my house
But I was ready for 'em so I whipped out
BIATCH!

[Chorus: E-40]
I'm tryin' not to but these suckas always push me and I always gotta flash and WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)
They think I'm playin' at the dice game so I had to tell my little niggas WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)
I hit the corner on the side of your house in a van with no tags and WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)
Don't trust nobody 'cause your potnas say they love you, when you come up they try to WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)