Ride With Me E-40 & Too $hort

[Intro: Too $hort + E-40]
What is it?
E-40 and Too $hort in this thang, breh
You better know it
Give 'em a dose of some of this real shit
That's all we spit is that real shit, pimp

[Verse 1: E-40]
Reportin' live from the soil, where the pickle jars boil
Where you can get popped like a boil
And fried like vegetable oil
Where it's murkish and sheisty, you can't be takin' it lightly
Get rid of one, it'll be three just like him
The coyotes is out, and they thirsty and starvin'
(What else?) Scammin' and schemin', lurkin' and plottin'
I got an old school Firebird and I spoil it rotten
The beat be throbbin', speakers shake like Parkinson's
I keep it lit like an arsonist, sativa, I'm sparkin' it
Smokin' me reefer, Kel-Tec 9 millimeter
The heater ain't on and it's freezin' cold
No Medicaid or nothin', granny 80 years old (Wow)
What's a youngster to do? What's a loved one to do?
Get out there and hustle, make it do what it do
Born in the struggle, where it's only a few
Brothers that make it out then come back and help you
(BIATCH!)