Tired Of Sellin Yola E-40

[Chorus]
I’m tired of selling yola
Re-uppin' and coppin'
Turning my money over
Tryna flip a profit
One day I'ma quit (One day I'ma quit)
And I'ma go legit (And I'ma go legit)
I’m tired of selling yola
Re-uppin' and coppin'
Turning my money over
Tryna flip a profit
One day I'ma quit (One day I'ma quit)
And I'ma go legit (And I'ma go legit)

[Verse 1]
He got the block on lock, but he can’t stop
'Cause he was bit by the hustlin' bug
Ever since he sold his first rock, or should I say dove
His plug showed him hella love, and game him a joog
He stayed loyal, never crooked like a wheel alignment
So his plug kept frontin' him work on consignment
He didn’t flam-coon, he kept it low-key
Stayed under the radar and stacked his money
But I wish I could say that about his plug, attention whore
Spent 30 thou-wow in the strip club (In the strip club)
A sucka for bitches (Sucka for bitches)
Buying hoes cars for Christmas (Cars for Christmas)
OOOUH, love triangles (Love triangles)
Now he got some killers on his ankles (On his ankles)
They put some bread on this head (On his head)
Somebody want him dead (Somebody want him dead)
He losin' sleep tryna find out who is it (Who is it?)
So he can reverse the hit (The hit)
But he comin' up with nathin', no clues (What else?)
'Cause he fonkin' with three or four different crews (Wow)
Not only that but the fuzz on his back
'Cause one of his boys in there tellin' 'cause he got popped with a brick
(A brick?) A unit, a birdie, a kick (A kick)
On suicide watch, he in there sick (He in there sick)
Cryin' like a bitch, a lame
Askin' himself, "Why did I get in this game?"
Everybody ain't built for this shit
Better get in and get out (And do what?) And go legit
BIATCH!