officer tapping on E 40's car window with nightstick] [E 40] Whas happenin? [PIGG] You need to take it inside. [E 40] Take what inside? [PIGG] You're disturbing the peace. [E 40 looks the other way and goes 'Pssssh!'] [E 40 having a playalistic converstaion with Ice T] Yeah yeah I done got too big to be hoppin over barbed wire fences right? But I had this one broad SHE was so damn sprung she use [edited] What? Uhh, and ahh, and a VHS camera *Ice-T cracks up* And a VHS camera I promise you playboy It was somethin serious, felt so damn good *Chorus: repeat 2X* Hope I don't go back to slangin ya-yo Slangin llello, to get my maillll [Ice-T talking to a cat who LOOKS like E-40 after they walked into the studio] [cat] See a lot of people don't know the legendary status of which I come from [cat] Old school like Cab Calloway [IceT] Right [cat] Hot damn I taught him his thang he do Verse One: E-40 Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dubs in church Red-handed, caught me stealin money our her purse Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my hands free car telephone lookin like I'm talkin to myself Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like choppin it up like two business men Talkin about it, by the way B what we doin' this week on SoundScan? If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers with a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors Sippin on the porch, watchin my kids play basketball in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court *Chorus* Verse Two: E-40 Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars ? days like this were made strictly for outdoors Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my ? everybody ain't poor to be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Saint Thomas Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo but now it's Merrill Lynch And just think, I used to sit the bench I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon robably waitin for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente emergency room with glocks, ready to ride and hang me to death, somehow I managed to make my escape through the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly Found myself runnin through the Friendship Apartment Complex over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the People's Continuation High School Somewhere off in the lights, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh *Chorus* Verse Three: E-40 Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones "Charlie Hustle, I got a few homies, I'm doing a compilation Should I go with ??" I tell em, "Hell yeah that's a done deal.." drew them off the hinges ? them did my cover and my bus benches Game warrior invested, worldwide Sick-Wid-It clique, independent chips Lay that down, lay that down, that's what I'm sayin I'm gonna tell you it's cool, cause your playa partner take his other money right, and then he'll sit up here and he'll take it then he'll say "hold on main" Let me handle some phone booths Let me get off into the business, dealers, ballers Let me get off into the florist business, Beamers, barbershops, get into commercial lots merchants, whatever fertilizes the right way of livin You dig what I'm sayin man? Ay look Playboy, I look at myself and I say "hold on main" Lemme see what's down, lemme translate it, lemme translate it into some marbles, lemme liquidate my revenues, you understand what I'm sayin' 40-Watermelon Ay, but look here, I'm here to sprinkle my Godzilla-brawler-playboy-potnas -untouchable-mafia-game-warriors to adjust to the situations that goes down in they life; I ain't playin' wit it man! *Chorus* Singer: There's too many jealous brothers in this game, I can't stand the same...I gotta mine *Chorus* Singer: I gotta get my money on [Outro] Singer: Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, back to the game, hey
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Copy to Clipboard: officer tapping on E 40's car window with nightstick] [E 40] Whas happenin? [PIGG] You need to take it inside. [E 40] Take what inside? [PIGG] You're disturbing the peace. [E 40 looks the other way and goes 'Pssssh!'] [E 40 having a playalistic converstaion with Ice T] Yeah yeah I done got too big to be hoppin over barbed wire fences right? But I had this one broad SHE was so damn sprung she use [edited] What? Uhh, and ahh, and a VHS camera *Ice-T cracks up* And a VHS camera I promise you playboy It was somethin serious, felt so damn good *Chorus: repeat 2X* Hope I don't go back to slangin ya-yo Slangin llello, to get my maillll [Ice-T talking to a cat who LOOKS like E-40 after they walked into the studio] [cat] See a lot of people don't know the legendary status of which I come from [cat] Old school like Cab Calloway [IceT] Right [cat] Hot damn I taught him his thang he do Verse One: E-40 Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dubs in church Red-handed, caught me stealin money our her purse Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my hands free car telephone lookin like I'm talkin to myself Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like choppin it up like two business men Talkin about it, by the way B what we doin' this week on SoundScan? If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers with a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors Sippin on the porch, watchin my kids play basketball in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court *Chorus* Verse Two: E-40 Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars ? days like this were made strictly for outdoors Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my ? everybody ain't poor to be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Saint Thomas Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo but now it's Merrill Lynch And just think, I used to sit the bench I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon robably waitin for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente emergency room with glocks, ready to ride and hang me to death, somehow I managed to make my escape through the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly Found myself runnin through the Friendship Apartment Complex over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the People's Continuation High School Somewhere off in the lights, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh *Chorus* Verse Three: E-40 Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones "Charlie Hustle, I got a few homies, I'm doing a compilation Should I go with ??" I tell em, "Hell yeah that's a done deal.." drew them off the hinges ? them did my cover and my bus benches Game warrior invested, worldwide Sick-Wid-It clique, independent chips Lay that down, lay that down, that's what I'm sayin I'm gonna tell you it's cool, cause your playa partner take his other money right, and then he'll sit up here and he'll take it then he'll say "hold on main" Let me handle some phone booths Let me get off into the business, dealers, ballers Let me get off into the florist business, Beamers, barbershops, get into commercial lots merchants, whatever fertilizes the right way of livin You dig what I'm sayin man? Ay look Playboy, I look at myself and I say "hold on main" Lemme see what's down, lemme translate it, lemme translate it into some marbles, lemme liquidate my revenues, you understand what I'm sayin' 40-Watermelon Ay, but look here, I'm here to sprinkle my Godzilla-brawler-playboy-potnas -untouchable-mafia-game-warriors to adjust to the situations that goes down in they life; I ain't playin' wit it man! *Chorus* Singer: There's too many jealous brothers in this game, I can't stand the same...I gotta mine *Chorus* Singer: I gotta get my money on [Outro] Singer: Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, back to the game, hey
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