Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint Of A Self-made Millionaire

Oooooh, e-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce money, get breaded
Fat joe, get breaded
Oooooh, e-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce money, get breaded
Fat joe, get breaded

[e-40]
My penitentiary family'll
Reach 'fore you make a bet, when you gonna lay in a buck?
When you gon' bust these suckers upside the head with another dump?
I ain't no punk i'm like a basepipe cause i'm dope
E'rytime i touch the microphone, i come with smoke
Playa potnah whatchu talkin bout? what dey lookin like?
I just come off a double-album, you know that shit was tight
And you right i make my drops for the club and the trunk
Like a pregnant lady come with a album every eight or nine months
See y'all ain't ready
At seventeen i had a hundred dollars -- eh-eh, thousands
Chevy impalas, ??, cougars, lower-development housin
Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it
When y'all was tryin to walk it, see i was tryin to run it
Smoked a lot of trees drunk (trees drunk)
Locked a lot of keys in the trunk (keys in the trunk)
On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin saki
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers, like liberace

To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters
Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
If youse obsessed withcha wealth and it
More carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

[sauce money]
The only way i get involved if it mean more dough
(uh-huh) sauce money, e-4-oh
You know they want em, diamonds, flaunt em
Treat all my hoes like billy blank son and tae-bo on em
Whattup ma, too many g's to consume?
I spit game so i can ease in your womb
I know what you thinkin i'm just teasin the tomb
While i kick it with 40, take the keys to my room
Lobster, shrimpin, never simpin, gangsta limpin
Went from sauce money to big pimpin
Like bell bottoms, too much flate for some
Flow so hot got summer scared to come
But everybody on the track holdin weight
Five hundred thou', that's the golden gate
From b-k to oaktown, pass the smoke round
Let me find out who broke now, uh-huh

There's love in the east and there's love in the west
Coast to coast g's do what you do best, just
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
To all my gettin money chicks if you love the song
Tell your man if he broke, he dead-ass wrong, you better
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

[fat joe]
Yeah, who wanna fuck with the last don?
I hate you niggaz with a pass-ion
Fuck around and get blast on
My niggaz mad strong and they kill you quick
Come out or get hit, we the shit
Think i would lie to you bitch?
You could die with the snitch, and buried alive in the ditch
Come five with the fifth, try to slide but you slid
We the livest of clicks, terror squad to the death of me
Remember me? the same kid that ran triz on stephanie
Felony's the minimal, enemies i pity you
Step to me, c'est la vie, and i'm killin you
Drillin you with holes in your chest
You opposin the best
T.s., supreme, crows on the nest

[e-40]
?? like what you say out here ain't nuttin nice
For brownie points or stripes niggaz take your life
With boxcutters, fuck a knife, just for braggin rights
Lost in the game!! drownin sinkin holdin my breath
Lost in the game!! broke miserable starvin to death
Boom boom boom, boom boom!
Crazy weebleations.. boss burn broom!
Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand dollars worth
Of counterfeit bills, marked money and sour dope deals

To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters
Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
If youse obsessed withcha wealth and it
More carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!
Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

And there you have it
Three tycoons.. weighin in at 300-plus ya undersmell that?
Fat joe, sauce money and e-40, ya undersmell that?
East coast west coast connection, y'know
Sick wid it records, the new millineum ballers
Ya undersmell me? where you come from?
Beyotch?! you know we do this .. hoahhhh
A-hoahhhh! sheeeit! beotch!

[e-40]
My killers don't take out dopefiends, my killers take out factors
My killers ain't even from out here dude
My killers some out-of-town freelancers
Professional hitsmen vanilla(?) hoppers up under they belt
Broccolis(?) up under they belt
A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt
"forty, there go that nigga
That sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set"
You mean that (??) for that synthetic dope
That ripped me, that shit that was wet kid?
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin
Within the next few days, potnah came up missin
See a lot of these niggaz bitch up
And crack under pressure when it's time to face it
Get to bumpin they gums, rollin over
Breakin the rules and regulations
Wild nigga not stickin to the script
And get the jacket put on yo' ass for life
What jacket? batch, this jacket:
That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice
That's why we can't be talkin and bein all careless on these phones
I know technology now
Allows po'-po' to look inside walls and see inside homes
I know all i was tryin to do
Is buy my little daughter a brand new pair of jordans
That's important, but you gotta remember
The state one step ahead of the law-enforcement
Be short with all of yo' shit
Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy
Talkin pig-latin keep you employed
Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies
Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your brain
Auction off yo' assets nigga, sell yo' trophies, sell yo' mustang
You know what that bring? ching ching
Playa potnah motherfucker dude that's some mail
Convertible top, black on black interior exterior
He gon' be worth about twelve
Talkin about you was savin it for your little nephew to scatter
Nigga don't you know anything over 20 years old is a classic?

Regulation #1: keep yo' business to yo' lonesome
Regulation #2: make sure the product you carry is wholesome
Regulation #3: make yo' cheese, never eat it
Regulation #4: never put yo' trust in a hoe
(the rules and regulations)

Chorus: e-40 (repeat 4x)

These are the things you need to know (the rules and regulations)

[e-40]
Uhh, you're 'posed to, you're 'posed to
Play that damn game like it's supposed to be plinayed
Always keep a bucket full of battery acid
To throw yo' dope in just in case they raid
That way they can't prosecute your residence
Cause you done been already got rid of all the evidence
Tryin to get a buck -- a buck?
A soup pot, a blender and a measurin cup
In my section eight appartment complex
Mizzi-matrics, and dirty convicts
"nephew, did you get my message?"
Yeah i got yo' message; you told me to clean up behind myself
And scrape the residue up off the edges
"what else?" always look over my headrest and my rearview zone
Cause triflin be skanless and the skanless might try to follow me home
Never tell a motherfucker what time you gon' cop or come back fo'
Throw they ass off a bit - come back within the next day or two
I don't need no cowards, just warriors on my tank(?)
I don't sell coke no more dude, i sell mescaline

Regulation #5: when it's a drop nigga park yo' feet
Regulation #6: fuck 12 and a box (?) (?) street
Regulation #7: don't take yo' business to where you livin
Regulation #8: keep yo' heat but fly straight
(the rules and regulations)

Chorus

[e-40]
Blaow, pushin numbers on the dial-tone
Took a swig of my 40 but i forgot i had the cap still on
Look to my left and ask, honey for a light
She looked at me and said, baby you alright?
I said i'm cool, but ain't this shit supposed to relax us?
Fired up a newport, but i accidentally lit it backwards
For some strange reason i had a feelin
That that hood-hoe bitch was sneaky
Come to find out this bitch done laced my weed and slipped me a mickey
Now i'm feelin sweaty..
Eyelids gettin heavy..
Stomach feelin queasy.. {*yawwwwn*}
All of a sudden, now i'm slee-py
Woke up naked, slowly regainin my memory
Well where did they find you? around the corner from applebee
Over there by costco, right there off the freeway
Admiral callaghan(?) (??) yeah, right next door to safeway
Stripped me clean, got me for some g's
Set me up, stole my car keys
Guess that's the consequences when you sellin that d
Shit, next time i bet i take my drink to the bathroom with me

Regulation #9: check in those that get out of line
Regulation #10: don't sell yo' soul if you hit the pen
Regulation #11: keep yo' hooptie hot and revvin
Regulation #12: keep enough to pay your lawyer mail
(the rules and regulations)

Chorus

My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my paper my scratch
My hookas my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my batch
My peppa, my pistols, my straps, my peppa my pistols my straps
My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my gats

The wires the taps the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax
When these killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember tell my motha' i love her, i love her
On top of that the i the r the s
Police station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, fake identification
Up under alias number skipped bail
Now i'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man i ain't neva' went to jail
An' told some stuff
Vallejo didn't raise no powder puff
When i see 'em i'm blastin' i'm dumpin' make believers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast first an' ask questions later
I betcha they tell ya i did such a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man i wasn't gonna hurt him

[chorus]
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the races
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

After ditchin' an' dodgin' the rolla
I found myself in south dakota
All by myself grindin' an' runnin' the block
Hustlin' an' slangin' them rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' locations an' spots
Greasin' an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' away pots
Coppin' an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up cock
Scheming an' plottin' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck they botch
Servin' flour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus i been done struck out
Already it's heavy i'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the wrong person
Pulled out his lead and aimed it fo' my head
Instead it hit me in my leg burstin'
Who got a band-aid
Can't go see a surgeon cause i ain't on medicaid or should i say medical
I'm in this pal for quite sometime
Now i been wanted for a little while
Somebody dropped a dime an' i was [phone rings]

[chorus]
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The grays the hounds the bussies
Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in kentucky
Way out of dodge lost a little weight but i used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' poppin' pills
Takin' more than anti-depressants i got the chills
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than i done count blessings
Since i was hills the smithins the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as weapons
I ain't neva been no sucka in life
Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number twice
Fuckin' around when they brought me down to be exact
On the streets i'm nothin' but up in here
I'm under dat act

[chorus]
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it. gotta git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds thew chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

[a-1] yeah
[e-40] seven-oh-seven
[a-1] yeah.. charlie hustle
[e-40] playa, playa
[a-1] what's wrong with these old niggaz man?
D-day, what's wrong with these niggaz?
[e-40] what's wrong with these niggaz?
[a-1] this fuckin game.. tryin to get brownie points and stripes
[e-40] smack points (yeah) yeah
[a-1] you got somethin for these old niggaz doe
[e-40] what we got fo' em big balla?
[a-1] yeah, yeah, yeah
[e-40] beotch!

[a-1]
What's the subject? fo' brings niggaz they kotex
Where we reside i creeps my ass up inside
And smash these brownies off in his face
That i done shitted and pissed on, dude, how that taste
Catch him out his place, out of his area
With his nephew and his niece, ooh, the more the merrier
Nigga tried to fuck mines off (what'd he do?)
Tried to gauge the porch with my broads on ??watoo??
Dude you done broke fuckin code
I'm finst ta dump drop clip, dump-drop-clip reload
Be like i can motherfuckin explode
Talkin about i'll be fuckin all kind of women
That's b-r-p, blade run or pimpin
Once upon a time there was this guy named dane
Tried to fuck my bitch, but he kris-krossed game
I don't owe this motherfucker in the first
But he done made livin in my house a whole lot worse
Tryin to gain some stripes

[e-40]
It's nothin nice -- read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice
Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is crooked dice
{"goin all up out your way just to get them brownie points"}
It's steaks and knives -- read him his rights
So-called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to, put yo' ass on ice
For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes
Niggaz'll take your life just to {"get them brownie points"}

[a-1]
You niggaz got me stuck what?
Watchin y'all spit it and get it fucked up
Lucked up, my mobb niggaz, yea we gon' bust what
If he isn't never see mail, cause that we sell
Dope by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail
Motherfuckers grindin but we all ain't played
And all ain't paid, now watch em all get sprayed
Laid back and watch him misprint it, we been spit it
For you newcomers who thinkin you done it, i put my fist in it
Let yo' bitch get it, serve a d and watch a bitch split it
If i ain't wit it, it wasn't enough fuckin chips in it
Niggaz try to gain stripe, i flame mic
Got em all caught up in the same shit, call it game tight
Keep my name hyped, strivin to get my name right
When it's fucked up, i'm the one you can blame right
Hatin on my niggaz when i did the shit
Yo we the shit, represent this hogg ass bitch

[e-40]
It's nothin nice -- read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice
Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is crooked dice
{"goin all up out your way just to get them brownie points"}
It's steaks and knives -- read him his rights
So-called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to, put yo' ass on ice
For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes
Niggaz'll take your life just to {"get them brownie points"}

Young mack jr. ain't nothin but 14, mack jr. think he tough
Mack jr. be havin problems with his stomach, throwin up that green stuff
Mack jr. done tried everything (in the bay) the whole taco
Mack jr. be takin whiffles of that khadafi and shovin it up his nostrils
Mack jr. just got out the hall, jr. i call your bluff
Jr. ain't to be played, jr. quick to bust
Mack jr. be geekin, mack jr. be havin withdrawal
Mack jr. be tweekin mack jr. be workin hella close with the law
I don't know this motherfucker, never saw the dude
But mack jr. all the time be seein my visniggeols on the tizznelevision tube
Fool know not that he'll blunder, i got yo' ass hypnotized, talkin about
"when you see that nigga e-40, element of surprise!"
One of my fellas overheard about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites
Told me to be careful cause niggaz'll take yo' life for braggin rights
That ain't fair so stop that baby attitude why do niggaz gotta cheat
Don't them niggaz know i got enough fetti to put they whole fuckin family to sleep?

It's nothin nice -- read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice
Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is crooked dice
{"goin all up out your way just to get them brownie points"}
It's steaks and knives -- read him his rights
So-called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to, put yo' ass on ice
For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes
Niggaz'll take your life just to {"get them brownie points"}

{editor's note: this is a remake of sir mix-a-lot's "my posse's on broadway"}

[e-40]
Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies!

Me and my click-alation, at home away from home
In the black bentley azura, with the faulty chip phone
I'm callin up the mossie, it's time to get bent
Showcasin and collarpoppin, campaignin like the president
C-notes, hundred dollar bills
Playaz wit bread ridin houses on wheels
Jewels sparklin glistenin gleamin flossy crystal clear
Baguettes -- hangin from my fist like a chandelier
Felines holler, scream, "oooh he got the bump!!
Soundin like godzilla tryin to get up out the trunk!!"
Jealous mark fuckin suckers wanna battle -- that ain't sharp
Wig-splitters that'll comb yo' natural, on my squad
Fuckin em up like that mayne, you know, my.. pants saggin
Look like i done dookied on myself
Bandana, tatted, swingin em sideways
Livin lavish -- big ballin on tycoon status, beotch!

Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies! mossie up!

Ka-ruise... cruuuuuise...

Cruisin' magazine, a cutlass on them socks
Rap accumulated papers, so no more slangin rocks
We don't walk around like peons, instead we's bout our scrill'
The click-alation family, straight up out the hill
Everytime we do this, cutlass candy on spoke
Po-po billy club us cause they think that we sell dope
I told em that i rap, i told em that i spit
E'ry year we ship our cars to the freak-a-nik
Thugs, timers that own barbershops, tow trucks, and clubs
Homies, that open up they liquor stores on sunday
For me, bo-nitch, bootch
Hood trojan's boss, players from the sticks
Pocket stuffin, some of the homies hustlin
Some of my playaz are pimps, some of the homies strugglin
But none of my folks are simps, marks, nothin of that there magnitude
Saps, sarches got me twisted, what ch'all do? beotch, beotch!

Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies! c'mon widdit!

Rrrollin with the mossie, we never get bored
There's not another click, with more points scored
The breezies by the college, was lookin for a lift
Tryin to ride in first class and them haters wanna trip
Cause i never liked a sucker, who beat up on they broad
If you're lackin on your mackin then she's rollin with the squad
Mossie to the house party, girlies come in twos
No conversation needed, automatic pick and choose
Talkin up under your brisneath, hot air?
Comin off like you some sort of hellafied ass ninja - but youse a square
Whatchu doin charlie? just videotapin myself grindin, candid camera
Coonin' wit mo' scratch den dandra turf boomin'

Big ballin' with my homies!
Big ballin' with my homies! mossie up!

[too $hort]
Earl.. whassup mayne?
It's yo' potnah short dawg
You know we come a long way baby
+from the ground up+
Oh they love the way us players ball
No doubt, that's how we do this
It's all about you mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin

[e-40]
I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by (??)
Cause i'll probably never ever see the pearly gates
At the rate i'm goin now, it'll be too late
Take life taste it, get on and smell it
You know what charlie is? well it's sucker repellant
I spray myself with it every morning, you dig?
I spray myself right before i leave the crib
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, bullets ricochet
I'm bendin corners in my cadillac escalade
It's summertime and i'm scorchin, fuck a bulletproof
I'm hella keyed and i'm perkin off that num-num juice
I'm in the traffic with my music on storm
Got a ticket just for blowin my, horn (ba-baaa, ba-ba-ba-baa-baaaa)
The real, pinkie ring, princess cut
Carats on, around my neck
Lookin like some clones, be at yo' best
We don't play checkers no more, we play chess
One trey tri trey double (??)
H-i-double-l sideshow
All about my fetti-oh
One-time want to see me fold
It's ob-vious i'm humungous
Acres cars and businesses
All about my fetti-oh
Bank account got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit
Tycoon stickin to the script, beotch!

Chorus: {sung}

Earl, that's yo' life
Ooohhhhh earl, that's yo' life
Earl, that's yo' life
Ooohhhhh earl, that's yo' liii-iiii-iiii-iiii-iife

[e-40]
Straight up out the game
The realest nigga you done talked to all day
It's the dry season, outsmart the po'-po's
Cookin birdies in the kitchen, with c-bo
From livin nappy, e'rybody know me
Used to sell taffy, white girl nasal candy
Hoes'll dress tacky, just so i can bank they dome
Bank 'em make them think i'm broke,
Use the dope game as a steppin stone
(??) (??) next steal walkie talkies
I'm the one that really-natin them faulty chips
I got the gift of gab, i'm off the choo choo track
I want the fetti, fuck the fame, y'all can have that
One-time want to see me fold
It's ob-vious i'm humungous
[$hort] that's right
Acres cars and businesses
[$hort] you can't stop the tycoon
All about my fetti-oh
Bank account got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit
[$hort] you can't stop e-feezy, beyatch

Chorus

[e-40]
The street life, +ballin outta control+
My +million dollar spot+, way too cold
So many +record haters+, my +back against the wall+
When i was growin up i seen a lot of +rappers ball+
Bring the yellow tape, +it's on, on sight+
You wanna squash the funk? shoot me a peace kite
Where the party at? who got that carlos rossi?
Who in my +drinkin club+? i'm bout to mob somebody
I'm fee-ed-exin, (??) have me do a (??) wait
From sardines and (??) (??)
I looked the game in the eye, the game looked at me back
Told me to sell my triple beam, and start rap
One-time want to see me fold
It's ob-vious i'm humungous
Acres cars and businesses
All about my fetti-oh
Bank account got to be tall
Diamonds on my wrists and shit
Tycoon stickin to the script, beotch!

Chorus

[ts] you know what i said
[40] what'd you say pimpin?
[ts] short dawg
[40] short deezy
[ts] oh i ride with my potnah
[40] nigga i ride with you too pimpin
[ts] bumpin them woofers like this
[40] boom boom boom boom!!!
[ts] can't smell this funk, we been doin this
[40] been doin it
[ts] you know i love these new niggaz man
I love when they get on that paper chase
[40] right, right, right right right right right..
[ts] so far, they can't do this
[40] can't do this
[ts] not like this
[40] uh-huh, nah
[ts] we talkin limousines and mansions
[40] limousines, mansions
[ts] got to keep these hoes dancin
[40] got to keep 'em dancin, dirty dancin
[ts] bitches love us
[40] they love us.. what they do?
[ts] they love us
[40] that's right pimpin

[e-40]
Let's make it happen
Mmmhmm.. i mean it can't get mo' mobber
Y'know, we like to buy our shit in bulk
Y'know in volumes
Y'know like costco? we fuck with bosco
(fuckin with bosco) you smell me?
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
Sssshit, beotch!

Chorus: {all}

Fuckin they nose like this
[t] your nose, fuckin your nose like this
[e] like that? [t] it's like that
[e] like this!
Fuckin they nose like this
[t] it's like this
[e] like that? [t] like that
[e] like this! (weeee, beeee)
Fuckin they nose like this
[t] your nose, fuckin your nose like this
[e] like that? [t] it's like that
[e] like this!
Fuckin they nose like this
[t] it's like this
[e] like that? [t] like that
[e] like this!

[b-legit]
I be the first out, nigga shady bring the worst out
Black beretta put the thirst out
See i'm rollin in my truck, dick hardest to fuck
Hit a block, and let the bitch blow on my sock
I got bass rock tips, red-nose tits
Las vegas chips better dub out here (uh-huh)
Spend g's overseas got 'em sprung on the game (sprung on the game)
And all in amsterdam you was hearin my name
I move raps over beats, tales from the street
Concrete walker, straight male stalker
(??) broken temple of hemp, i keep it simple
Money all mine, i give a fuck if you fine
My crew, doggish, sic-wid-it hoggish
Ball in two-thousand, suckers ain't allowed in
Catch me on the track with the froze up wrists
And i'll be fuckin they nose, like this (beeotch!)

Chorus w/ minor variations

[suga t]
These bitches in competition (what what)
But ain't gon' bust a grape in a food fight
And nigga, you blowin hot air
I don't care, i keep a spare square
Bitches better beware, run up i dare you
Suga t the boss bitch, hittin switches
Mobbin old school then beatin down bitches
I'm struttin my tools, fool; give it up or shut up
Been done mess around and got stuck-up, set up
I still ride with yola copped in my cot
Impulse with chops and still be a top notch
Fuckin your nose, and yo' dome (and yo' dome)
Man shot, let these haters know

[d-shot]
I was intrigued by the way things ran
How it was done (what else) how a bitches mind was run
So i hollered at the master pimp, who was dressed in mink
I asked him could i buy him a drink
He said, "what can i do for you son?" i said i wish to pimp
I want yo' same stroll, and i want yo' limp
I want my mail to be as long as yours
Sport big cars and breakin all the whores
Load me up with your finest disk
I'm only fifteen and i'm ready to pimp
I want my hoes to pull in all the tricks
I'm fuckin they nose like this

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Fuckin they nose like this
Aowwww, aowwww, i can feel it when you talk
[e-40] when you talk
Even when you walk
[e-40] whenever i walk
Won't you sprinkle me
[e-40] sprinkle me mayne
Just thank you, thank you
[e-40] just what? sprinkle me mayne
Fuckin they nose like this
[e-40] uh-huh
Just thank you, thank you

[e-40]
Beotch! remember me?
From "i got a mirror in my pocket and i practice lookin hard"
I'm in the traffic pervin ridin on about a buck-oh-fever
Down (??) boulevard
I does the thing to do peddle to the metal
Punchin on the gas, great dipped caddy showin my ass
Flamboastin, straight out of vallel'
But i got this mack game, comin from oakland
Niggaz love me, i'm a boss *i'm a boss)
My accountant keith say that i should lease
But see i'm ethnic, fuck a tax write-off
I'm off that st. ide's, i got that charlie in my deck
I'm dang near paralyzed, runnin over the yellow reflectors about to wreck
I'm seein two's, three's, oasises and mirages
Bumpin into trees, leaves, garbage cans and garages
Under my seat, military issue
Spoofed up insurance, sr-22
A sack of broccoli and a bunch of bottles, i'm grounded
Fuck around and got my vehicle impounded
Shit beotch, fuck, elroy's roughed me up
Them bitches knew i had power cause i got out within a month

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