[Intro:]
(static) Calling all hustlers, calling all players
Please report to your scraper
Turn the ignition on, open all four doors
And commence to slapping, thank you (static)
(Gas break) (LOUDER!)
40-Water.. Federation, E-40
BOTCH!
[Hook: E-40 2x]
Gas break, dip, then scrape (3x)
Sideshows, donuts, figure eights then
[Verse 1: E-40]
Aight, look, look here man
Look... I live my life like any day can be my life
Fools be tryin to hit me, like a porno website
I pulls up in the Chevy with them Rally Racer stripes
Some of my fellas on Harley Davidson bikes
With they lights on, in the daytime, the opposite of night
With them growlin-ass pipes ridin
30 deep with a broad on the backseat, highsidin
Tycoonin and timin, strivin and grindin to get my money on
Rappin and rhymin, tryin to go diamond and talkin on my phone
With the music slappin, slappin this song, they say I'm wrong
Cause I be poppin it at these hoes, fo' tears when I'm off Patron
Sucker repellant cologne I put on, when I leave my home
My .45 pistol chrome bust a nigga shit, bust a dome
Yo' bread is midget and dwarf, like a Hobbit
My yaper is long and lanky like Peja Stojaković
Tall like the mileage on my 70 Cutlass-es
Gas break and dip and then scrapin it with my loved ones
(static) Calling all hustlers, calling all players
Please report to your scraper
Turn the ignition on, open all four doors
And commence to slapping, thank you (static)
(Gas break) (LOUDER!)
40-Water.. Federation, E-40
BOTCH!
[Hook: E-40 2x]
Gas break, dip, then scrape (3x)
Sideshows, donuts, figure eights then
[Verse 1: E-40]
Aight, look, look here man
Look... I live my life like any day can be my life
Fools be tryin to hit me, like a porno website
I pulls up in the Chevy with them Rally Racer stripes
Some of my fellas on Harley Davidson bikes
With they lights on, in the daytime, the opposite of night
With them growlin-ass pipes ridin
30 deep with a broad on the backseat, highsidin
Tycoonin and timin, strivin and grindin to get my money on
Rappin and rhymin, tryin to go diamond and talkin on my phone
With the music slappin, slappin this song, they say I'm wrong
Cause I be poppin it at these hoes, fo' tears when I'm off Patron
Sucker repellant cologne I put on, when I leave my home
My .45 pistol chrome bust a nigga shit, bust a dome
Yo' bread is midget and dwarf, like a Hobbit
My yaper is long and lanky like Peja Stojaković
Tall like the mileage on my 70 Cutlass-es
Gas break and dip and then scrapin it with my loved ones
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