Dey Ain’t No E-40

Zap board beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back
Water in the duals make loud glass pack
Gold tippy toes without a lick of chrome
Bought a set of Vogues and left the, stickers on
Seven grand worth of bump for the trunks
Paid cash, all ones
Some old bitch came up to me and said, "What's the latest, bro?"
I said, "I'm tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas, ho"
She said, "Can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard"
I said, "You gon' work the strip, Sonoma Boulevard"
"How much would I make?" I said, "Mega
Just bring me back my scrilla scratch paper"
Heart (heart) money (money) street (street) hustle
Sex, drugs, smuggle, bubble
Horns, yellin, speakers, subbin
Sound just like the inside of a club, and...
How many times could a Conrad come so buttery?
Always on to' back, have people lovin me
Alcoholic drunk that ain't no gimmick, B
I'm always in and out the Betty Ford clinic, see
Drug paraphernalia cream butterscotch
Illegal like a garbage of hubba rocks
Workin off my pager, you know the ropes
I'm makin that cabbage cornbread like Oprah
Diamond satch-uels from ja-fuckin-home
Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt
In a Major Way I tried to told ya
Niggas had my shit fucked back in the days but now they know'a
Sold a bunch of units underground
They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town
Rumor has it that I died, I got smoked, mayne
But I'm alive, they was talkin about somebody else, mayne