Barbershop E-40 & B-Legit (Ft. Stresmatic)
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[Verse 1: E-40]
It's hard for me to go soft
Back me up in a corner and I'ma get off
Get you gone if you double cross
Niggas jealous 'cause I'm saucy like spaghetti sauce
Or should I say lemon caper, diamonds giggin' like a drum major
I go this little bitch, I be milkin' the bitch for all her paper
Thick like cake mix, all the ballers wanna pay her, save her
Charlie Check-a-Chick is what they call me, not a caped crusader
I'm plugged in, I know everything, keep my ear to the gravel
I know these streets like my motherfuckin' shadow
Under certain circumstances, it's manda—, stay with a stapler
You never know who a hater 'cause ain't no congratulators
Where I'm from, gotta be a quick decision-maker
In the slum, put holes in your car like a cheese grater
As of lately, it's crazy, it's been a spark up in crime
The murder rate inflate in the heat of the summertime
[Chorus: Stresmatic & E-40]
What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (Popped)
They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (Shot)
Potna went down, now everybody hot
That's what I heard at the barbershop
What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (Popped)
They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (Shot)
Potna went down, now everybody hot (What you heard?)
That's what I heard at the barbershop (The barbershop)
It's hard for me to go soft
Back me up in a corner and I'ma get off
Get you gone if you double cross
Niggas jealous 'cause I'm saucy like spaghetti sauce
Or should I say lemon caper, diamonds giggin' like a drum major
I go this little bitch, I be milkin' the bitch for all her paper
Thick like cake mix, all the ballers wanna pay her, save her
Charlie Check-a-Chick is what they call me, not a caped crusader
I'm plugged in, I know everything, keep my ear to the gravel
I know these streets like my motherfuckin' shadow
Under certain circumstances, it's manda—, stay with a stapler
You never know who a hater 'cause ain't no congratulators
Where I'm from, gotta be a quick decision-maker
In the slum, put holes in your car like a cheese grater
As of lately, it's crazy, it's been a spark up in crime
The murder rate inflate in the heat of the summertime
[Chorus: Stresmatic & E-40]
What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (Popped)
They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (Shot)
Potna went down, now everybody hot
That's what I heard at the barbershop
What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (Popped)
They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (Shot)
Potna went down, now everybody hot (What you heard?)
That's what I heard at the barbershop (The barbershop)
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