Boy E-40 & B-Legit (Ft. P-LO)

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[Intro: P-Lo]
If I ain't a real boy, what you call it? (call it, call it)
Yo (P-Lo, time to bring the bass back)
Yo, yo...

[Chorus: P-Lo]
Ayy, yeah, wake, wake shit up, ayy
On my mama, I can't make shit up, ayy
If I ain't a real boy, what you call it?
I don't think you want no problems
Wake, wake shit up, ayy
On my mama, I can't make shit up, ayy
If I ain't a real boy, what you call it?
I don't think you want no problems

[Verse 1: E-40 & B-Legit]
You see it...you see it, you see it (woo)
VS's in my grill, you peeped it, you peeped it (woo)
I'm a boy for real, I keep it, I keep it
On me stay heated, I'll knock the meat out yo' pita
Crack them gates up in Rita, or should I say jail?
JPay, CorrLinks, and Music by Mail
I started with nothin', ended up with a lot
All my life I been hustlin' and clutchin' choppas and Glocks
Man, I get it to pop, whenever I'm on the block
Never know who will score when you feed 'em the rockSix in the mornin', dreads at my spot
Ball on the floor, team ready to drop
Run with scotch, I roll one up
Enough in my blunt to levitate like monks
Big boss status ain't made for runts
Exotics online that'll wake shit up