[Intro: E-40]
(Oh) Uh-oh, okay (G in me, ooh, ooh)
Let's have at it
(P-Lo, time to bring that bass back)
[Chorus: Clyde Carson | E-40]
Maybe it's the G in me (The G)
Maybe it's the way I walk while they stare
Maybe it's the P in me (The P)
Got these broads chasing down this affair
Maybe it's the "S" that's not on my chest (Uh)
I'ma be here when ain't no one left
You can find me (You can find me)
You can find me (Partner, you can find me)
[Verse 1: E-40]
You gotta be stompdown 'bout your get down
A sasquatch about your hustle
Know when and where it's probably the right time to flex your musclе
My handle E-40 but not the highway up in Brussels
I'm far from a captain, I don't put capеs over no puddles
When I spit my radiation, it's vicious and undisputed
The isms that I got in my veins is deeply rooted
You liable to find me up in the caves of New Zealand under the waterfall
Smoking on the zippers, some reefer, exotic in my jaw
When you a whale, a tycoon, it never gets old
I'll play bocce ball and I play cornhole
There's another page of the game you never been told
I can buy what I want, don't have to put it on hold
It's mackin' over sappin', pimpin' over simpin'
Still over the stove, still up in the kitchen
All of my people love me and I love 'em back
I'm respected worldwide, why is that? Uh
(Oh) Uh-oh, okay (G in me, ooh, ooh)
Let's have at it
(P-Lo, time to bring that bass back)
[Chorus: Clyde Carson | E-40]
Maybe it's the G in me (The G)
Maybe it's the way I walk while they stare
Maybe it's the P in me (The P)
Got these broads chasing down this affair
Maybe it's the "S" that's not on my chest (Uh)
I'ma be here when ain't no one left
You can find me (You can find me)
You can find me (Partner, you can find me)
[Verse 1: E-40]
You gotta be stompdown 'bout your get down
A sasquatch about your hustle
Know when and where it's probably the right time to flex your musclе
My handle E-40 but not the highway up in Brussels
I'm far from a captain, I don't put capеs over no puddles
When I spit my radiation, it's vicious and undisputed
The isms that I got in my veins is deeply rooted
You liable to find me up in the caves of New Zealand under the waterfall
Smoking on the zippers, some reefer, exotic in my jaw
When you a whale, a tycoon, it never gets old
I'll play bocce ball and I play cornhole
There's another page of the game you never been told
I can buy what I want, don't have to put it on hold
It's mackin' over sappin', pimpin' over simpin'
Still over the stove, still up in the kitchen
All of my people love me and I love 'em back
I'm respected worldwide, why is that? Uh
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