Hyphy Federation (Ft. E-40)

[Intro: E-40]
With Rick Rock Beats, yeah fella, I'll rock ya
With Rick Rock Beats, yeah fella, I'll rock ya
With Rick Rock Beats, yeah fella, I'll rock ya
With Rick— With Rick— With Rick— With Rick—
With Rick— With Rick— With Rick— With Rick—
With Rick Rock Beats, yeah fella, I'll rock ya
With Rick Rock Beats, yeah fella, I'll rock ya
With Rick Rock Beats, yeah fella, I'll rock ya
With Rick Rock Beats, yeah fella, I'll rock ya
Wi—
Hyphy
Hyphy
Hyphy
Di-di-bop-bop, ski-di-di-bop-bop
Ski-di-di-bop-bop, ski-di-di-bop-bop (Hyphy)

[Verse 1: Stresmatic]
I got my strap tucked in, vest tucked in
Clip tucked in, hyphy and (Yeah)
Move like a smoker on bleem on the block (Rah)
And don't be mad if your homies got chopped (Nuh-uh)
TJ, the nigga that you need in your life (Yeah)
I'm sick from the jaw, look at me on the mic (Rah)
Crazy, gas, break, dip on you hoes (Skrrt)
And if you feel hyphy, go and smoke up your Vogues
Hanging out the sunroof blowing the dope
The homie got the chop up under the peacoat
Go crazy, stupid (Ayy), dumb, retarded (Uh)
Northern California gonna shoot up the party (Pow-pow)
Left coast, best coast (Go), aim it at your chest coast (Go)
Ever since Pac died (Go), forgot about the West Coast (Go)
So my nigga, we fiendin' for that (Ah)
40 Water (Uh), Federation (Uh), nigga (Uh) bringin' it back (Uh)