Keep On Gassin’ E-40 (Ft. Bosko & Method Man & Redman)

[Intro: E-40, Redman & Method Man]
Yes sir, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Legendary, yeah
Roo
It's always a pleasure when legends get together
G shit
4-O
Mr. Mef
Redman, Method Man
40 Water
Roo
Supa Dave West on the slap
Get down
Can't go wrong with that
Yes, sir
Can't go wrong with that, bitch

[Verse 1: Redman & Bosko]
Yo, I roll blunts (On the left)
Yo, I roll blunts (On the right)
Yo, I got the bud on flight
Mile high club with a hairdresser, she get my head right
Redman, nigga, we rock the Bay Bay
I get cake right in your face like Anna Mae
Boy, I show off when the crowd lookin'
Hands down, Martha and Snoop write books when I'm cookin'
Oh, I'm on that purp like Prince
My K, my 9, barkin' from the pawprint
Nigga front, he Kennedy, history
I talk dirty, I need that Listerine
I'm fresh like a million bucks
I got them Asian eyes when a nigga fucked up (Let's go)
Poppin' the clutch on the 101
I got class on Pimpin' 101
Boy, I don't fuck around, E-40
If I die now, my whole block gon' eat for me
You know, because I put that work in
Jersey, baby, put that work in
Now the media scared to death
'Cause women like, "E-40 with Red and Meth?"
Bruh, ayy yo, pastry, I still got it
Sixteens of bud in pocket, yeah