[Intro: Kaveo]
E-40 check this out man
I don't know what is it about these ?sittin-uckers?
Thinkin we some kind of big nusters or somethin
But now watch me though
I like what you lacin that real shit down for em man
[E-40]
I got the block sewed up, three or four million dollar spots
Rocks jumpin off marijuana and herb
Eleven five hundreds due, dope fiends due off that dog food
Choppin down keys gettin all my props
Youngsters on the corner lookin out for cops
They really don't be trippin on what they can get
Cause I just take 'em to the mall and buy 'em a fet, huh
Pistol whippin punks on the boulevard
Wouldn't hesitate to pull ya house card
Cause I ain't takin no shorts in the game today
Quick to pop a punk tryin to short stop
Money hungry hard hitter stingy little numbskull
Penny pinchin large mail, down for my hustle
Sittin phat like Chublee
All about my money double batch full of scratch
Artillery, firearms and gats
I got funk with like seven different crews
Cause I done jacked, kidnapped and did dirt to those fools
So wrapped up in my money that I don't think nobody can harm me
Cause I'm a one man army
I get a thrill outta killin I ain't no peanut
If niggas roll some funk man I bring it to 'em
Ya movin too fast, out yells my mother
But it went in one ear, and straight out the other
Me and my partna head out on a misson
Program tight tell everybody we went fishin
Play up the scene, grab my mini-14
Gold proof vest and a Glock seventeen
Old school mobb with a heck of a dense
Surgical gloves so that they can't trace the prints
I know I'm in a red lookin at death row
But fuck the five-oh, the po-po's and the metro
I'm on a misson
E-40 check this out man
I don't know what is it about these ?sittin-uckers?
Thinkin we some kind of big nusters or somethin
But now watch me though
I like what you lacin that real shit down for em man
[E-40]
I got the block sewed up, three or four million dollar spots
Rocks jumpin off marijuana and herb
Eleven five hundreds due, dope fiends due off that dog food
Choppin down keys gettin all my props
Youngsters on the corner lookin out for cops
They really don't be trippin on what they can get
Cause I just take 'em to the mall and buy 'em a fet, huh
Pistol whippin punks on the boulevard
Wouldn't hesitate to pull ya house card
Cause I ain't takin no shorts in the game today
Quick to pop a punk tryin to short stop
Money hungry hard hitter stingy little numbskull
Penny pinchin large mail, down for my hustle
Sittin phat like Chublee
All about my money double batch full of scratch
Artillery, firearms and gats
I got funk with like seven different crews
Cause I done jacked, kidnapped and did dirt to those fools
So wrapped up in my money that I don't think nobody can harm me
Cause I'm a one man army
I get a thrill outta killin I ain't no peanut
If niggas roll some funk man I bring it to 'em
Ya movin too fast, out yells my mother
But it went in one ear, and straight out the other
Me and my partna head out on a misson
Program tight tell everybody we went fishin
Play up the scene, grab my mini-14
Gold proof vest and a Glock seventeen
Old school mobb with a heck of a dense
Surgical gloves so that they can't trace the prints
I know I'm in a red lookin at death row
But fuck the five-oh, the po-po's and the metro
I'm on a misson
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