[Commercial narrator]
Arm & Hammer baking soda
Countless uses for pennies a day!
[E-40]
That Arm & Hammer mane
That orange box of baking soda
[Chorus: Stresmatic]
Cook so much, I'ma need a new wrist (Wrist)
I'ma need a new wrist (Wrist)
Cook so much, I'ma need a new wrist (Wrist)
I'ma need a new wrist
Mister Arm and Hammer (Hammer)
Mister Arm and Hammer (Hammer)
Mister Arm and Hammer
Mister Arm and Hammer (Hammer)
Mister Arm and Hammer (Hammer)
Mister Arm and Hammer
[Verse 1: E-40]
Mister Arm and Hammer in the trenches in the zone
Mister Arm and Hammer outside with his pajamas on
Mister Arm and Hammer never pissin' in a cup
'Cause he fuckin' his probation officer, thick as fuck
Got the district sewed up, got the goonies on the squad
Got the hammer loaded up, case the janky try to rob
Nigga's sittin' on some paper, nigga's sittin' on some scratch
Got that dirty, bloody money, nigga don't pay tax
Mister Arm & Hammer mannish, got bitches and resources
Out here eatin' good, feastin' on four courses
Squat in rental buckets, keep the foreigns in storage
More trees than a forest, more drums than the armed forces
Pull up to the throat, thirty deep with the whole block
Them boys play for keeps, put your head on the chopping block
If you feel froggish leap, they'll bust your snot box
Pay the enforcers to put you in a pine box
Arm & Hammer baking soda
Countless uses for pennies a day!
[E-40]
That Arm & Hammer mane
That orange box of baking soda
[Chorus: Stresmatic]
Cook so much, I'ma need a new wrist (Wrist)
I'ma need a new wrist (Wrist)
Cook so much, I'ma need a new wrist (Wrist)
I'ma need a new wrist
Mister Arm and Hammer (Hammer)
Mister Arm and Hammer (Hammer)
Mister Arm and Hammer
Mister Arm and Hammer (Hammer)
Mister Arm and Hammer (Hammer)
Mister Arm and Hammer
[Verse 1: E-40]
Mister Arm and Hammer in the trenches in the zone
Mister Arm and Hammer outside with his pajamas on
Mister Arm and Hammer never pissin' in a cup
'Cause he fuckin' his probation officer, thick as fuck
Got the district sewed up, got the goonies on the squad
Got the hammer loaded up, case the janky try to rob
Nigga's sittin' on some paper, nigga's sittin' on some scratch
Got that dirty, bloody money, nigga don't pay tax
Mister Arm & Hammer mannish, got bitches and resources
Out here eatin' good, feastin' on four courses
Squat in rental buckets, keep the foreigns in storage
More trees than a forest, more drums than the armed forces
Pull up to the throat, thirty deep with the whole block
Them boys play for keeps, put your head on the chopping block
If you feel froggish leap, they'll bust your snot box
Pay the enforcers to put you in a pine box
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