The Bay E-40 (Ft. Turf Talk)

[Intro]
(Hallway)

[Verse 1: E-40]
We gon' make 'em bring out all the candy toys
This slap right here is hyphy on steroids
Leave it up to me to murk and murder it
It's only right, it got my name written all over it
You know what it is, don't act like you don't know
When it comes to makin' slaps, I'm a pro
You might find me shootin' craps by the store
Hully-gully good, I ten or four
Seventy-five to a hundred thou' a show
It depends on the size of the venue, I get more
Quite the achiever, just think that I was poor
'Til I planted a fetti tree and watched it grow
Beforе I point fingers, I'ma blame myself
I rеfuse to blame my failures on somebody else
It is what it is and that's pretty much it
You ain't gon' find me throwin' a hissy fit
Gotta watch your back and side and don't forget your front
These dudes be rollin' they opps up in a blunt
Quick to kick some shit off like a punt
Ain't no referees or no umps
Honey right there, she cakey like a bakery
She look like her coochie hella tasty
She know I'm 'bout my bread, about my pastry
She wanna give me head, her nigga hates me
Bitch