Gangsta Song E-40 (Ft. Kent Jones)

[Verse 1: E-40]
I'm cut from leather not polyester
My cheddar long like tape measures
Stay with a Heckler and Koch protector, 9 mm behead ya
Charge your bitch like a Tesla or should I say bill collector?
Got more gold than a treasures, I'm a monster like Uncle Fester
When it comes to my family, I go back to pushin' that candy
That booger suger; that yayo
Or the broccoli, spinach or kale
On the front propeller
Whether Hillside or South Vallejo
Never rollover, or tell, do my time, go to jail
Showin', improvin' and
We never losin', we gamed up, never lamed up
Bitches be lovin' the way a player move
I'm fired up, like a firetruck
Like a barber shop, I line ya up, catch a fade, no hair cut
You could run up and get done up
Get a check up, from the neck up

[Chorus: Kent Jones]
This ain't no ordinary gangsta song, song
But never get it twisted, you fuckin' with the original, the original
This ain't no gangsta song for you to sing along
So never get it twisted, you fuckin' with the original, the original
Real nigga said, Glock .40 on my waist, you could get that
West side, west side, you could rep that
If I got a little problem, who to put back
West side, west side, nigga this that gangsta song, song
West side, west side, nigga this that gangsta song, song
So never get it twisted, you fuckin' with the original, the original