Fast Quarter E-40 (Ft. C-Bo & Yukmouth)

[Intro: E-40]
That fast quarter
We'd do anything for that fast quarter
OOOUH!

[Chorus: E-40]
I was bit by the hustlin' bug, soda and yola
Fuck a slow nickel, I want the fast quarter
(I want the fast quarter)
Fuck a slow nickel, I want the fast quarter
(I want the fast quarter)
Fuck a slow nickel, I want the fast quarter
(I want the fast quarter)
Got the digital scale, a soup pot and some yayo
A box of sandwich bags and a pocket full of scrill
Fuck a slow nickel, I want the fast quarter
(I want the fast quarter)
Fuck a slow nickel, I want the fast quarter
(I want the fast quarter)
OOOUH!

[Verse 1: E-40]
Pushed in the game at a young age, feel me, touch me as I turn the page
Nigga snotty nose from the mud, with a lot of rage
Watched in the cage like a animal, a prisoner in the slums
With the needles with hepatitis, hookers, thieves and bums
Used to live lavish 'til they got on that there tragic magic, bad habits
Livin' under a bridge, pushin' a grocery basket (Sadness)
I didn't wanna be like them, so I came up with a plan
Can’t swim but I’m not sinkin', keepin' my head above quicksand
Went and hollered at my man, he put me up in the mix
Fronted me some tree, said "This safer than servin' bricks"
But the tree wasn’t moving fast enough for me (So what you do?)
So I took my profit and bought me a zabba dee (Some yola?)
Milligrams I had to measure, it’s lookin' a whole lot better
Startin' to have my cheddar, no more bill collectors
Callin' my mama about her Honda, paid for (Paid for)
No more sleepin' on the floor and borrowing electricity from next door
BIATCH!