Outsmart the Po-Po’s E-40 (Ft. B-Legit)

[Verse 1: E-40]
It's 9 a.m. (fuck), time for a poisoned one
Light the incense, sit on the toilet some
The Rossi got me smellin' like I'm dead inside
I'm stankin' up the bathroom with nothin' to hide
Gotta go, flush the commode, k
Threw on the same damn clothes I wore yesterday
Me got some niggas come down from outta town see
They want to meet me halfway at the Nut Tree
But I'm starvin' so I'm chargin'
15-5 for the margarine
A-1 Yola tightly packed
17-5 for the Gucci rack
Strike to the spot ridin' wit' a
My nine millimeter Beretta
The broad that be holdin' my D, she loves me
Long as I keep dickin' her down properly
Sittin' low in my Cut not like a failure
In front of baby's house straight talkin' on a cellular
Bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake
With the gypsyness before it's too late
Penitentiary time drastic
Here she comes with a kilo in a baby basket
Gotta play your cards right, game tight
Can't be slippin' in the 90's, damn right