Back & Forth E-40 (Ft. Cousin Fik, Stresmatic & Turf Talk)

[Chorus: Stresmatic]
Yeah
Call me whip it back and forth
Mister get it off the porch
I'ma hit 'em with the torch
Getting money is a sport
Ducking feds e'ry day
Mama taking me back and forth to court
Call me whip it back and forth
Mister get it off the porch
I'ma hit 'em with the torch
Getting money is a sport
Ducking feds e'ry day
Mama taking me back and forth to court

[Verse 1: E-40]
Uh, it ain't gotta be over no skrilla, man
A dummy'll kill ya
Eat you up with the rototiller
Nobody can hear ya
Welcome to the mind of the fried and burnt
Cali-harm-ya life, souped up and turnt
No ski mask, bare faced and all
Been looking for him for years, finally seen him and saw
A chance he prob'ly never would got if it was night
There at an intersection, two active cameras at the stoplight
Disobedient and hardheaded as you can see and can tell
School and education he failed, but in the streets he prevailed
His grandma used to always yell:
"Slow down sonny or you gonna end up going to hell
And you gonna burn for eternity."
"Forever?"
"Yeah, eternity."
"Man G-O-D don't give a mother-fuck about me!"
The mind-frame of a youngster depended on who he up under
Now the choir at his funeral singing "Going Up Yonder"