Sav Out Turf Talk (Ft. Bailey & Ya Boy)

[Verse 1: Turf Talk]
This is for my niggas, my hustles, and criminals
Snort it thru yo' nose or you'll pop a pill down ya' throat
Runnin' thru they pockets, carjackers and kick doors
Runnin' up on niggas wit' pistols after the show
What about my niggas mackin' and pimpin', they seein' trims?
They done fucked up a fiend hustle, they took our white food stamps
Oh shit, here come them boys, they got straps!
You could tell by they Nike gloves, heathers and beanie caps
You could tell by they whistlin' pipes and Rally stripes
Garglin' up the block like them Harley bikes
Take your shoes off in this bitch, 'terior saucy
Gucci (Uh-uh), Fendi (Uh-uh), Louis Vuitton upholstery (Yеah)
First things first; gotta stash the Prada (Stash the Prada)
Block-wrapped Ziplock bags and marijuana
Sеcond things THIS; support my high
Bust-a-Head.com, burners when I ride

[Chorus: Turf Talk, E-40, Bailey & Ya Boy]
Sav out! Straight meanies get hyphy! (Get hyphy!)
Act a ass! Go bad with your homies! (With your homies!)
We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!)
We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!)
Sav out! Straight meanies get hyphy! (Get hyphy! - Uh-huh)
Act a ass! Go bad on the police! (On the police!)
We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!)
We mooove the block! (We sav out! - We sav out!)