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[E-40]

Huh? Want me to speak the real?



[Kaveo]

Speak the real man



[E-40]

Nigga speak the real

Speak the real

Speak the real

Speak the real

Speak the real



It`s a quarter after nine on my AM FM

Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads

"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind

You can`t afford to pass no money I know you heard about that"

What, what? "Task raided Millersville Ms. Miller had a heart attack"

Dude, that`s some cold shit, ain`t it huh?

I know, she was a good person for certain I know

V-Town, California where I was born, raised and grown

And since 1979 I been a hustler on the go

You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket

You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits

Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust

Mescaline, niggas know better than fuck with us

I`m pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino

Big bid, fuckin off feddie I could`ve put down on a crib

I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem

Take a lose, take a lose

Don`t make a scene

Nigga charge it to the triple beam

Fuck the stress

I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest

Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul

Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two

That`s what he do for a living

That`s all he`s used to

Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves and residue, Biotch!!!!



(Hook)

[Kaveo]

Bullshit ain`t nothin

You see we gone keep this thuggin

and mean muggin jump until it`s a done deal

You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the real nothin but

What if I bring this back down?

You gots to be about it or be without it



[E-40]

Be about it or without it

Ay, you know what? I smell you on that playboy, look

We fin to run down a a whole tac on these bitch ass niggaz

Niggas ain`t smellin this shit

We do this shit



Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome

With my faulty phone

That heifer`s tired

She tried to slash my tire

Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji

From the track

She use to hold my sack

I use to dick her down way back in 86

She use to look just like a skank

But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy that bich is bad

For what it`s worth, the pussy smelled like Certs

Victoria`s Secret

Now folks just remember I never said I thought about lickin pussy

I said I never thought about eatin

Keepin it and treatin it nice

Fuck that I`m a hog

I put it down, I`m from the hood

Where I live, on the outskirts

And down on the tuck in the cut

In Clemente Apartments man

I`m a baller so you know I ain`t got shit in my name

I`m strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried

Ready for combat if you plottin and plannin

Oh if you come for me and confiscate my dough

Let the buzzer be the bail

But my suggestion is to stay within your envelope

I`m block to block, swingin on vines

Community service, put up stop signs



(Hook)



[Kaveo]

Uhhh!!! Hold the fuck on!!

Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope?

Sheeit, these timers are green to the game

They ain`t know nothin about these tramps

six bedroom flats and gettin dealt and held a hand across the mat

You see we from the Yay where we control they minds

and put these hoes on the grind



[E-40]

Ain`t got to but I still touch it

Went to the Seven Eleven picked up a traders book and bought a bucket

Use to have a perm bigger than the Charlotte Hornets

But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your patna had warrant

That I ain`t even handled yet although I`m havin cake

The little homie from the hood want me to put out his tape

He kinda tight too, remind me of The Click crew

Cause they was spittin that old high powered

Godzilla ballin guru ass type shit you

can relate to, wake to, `scape to when it`s sunny

Ride by, slide by, get at a honey

I know these streets like I know my dick

I can tell you who the nigga is that`s about to get jacked

And the nigga that pulled the lick

I got this bitch on lock

999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box

Marijuana crops still in this roster

Kilogram, coca leaf and morphien

What about my niggas in the 4-1-5

Look what they made

My niggaz in the city

They call it made

Top grade regeneration, uncut

Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck



Sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit...

Hell yeah, sheit!!

999,999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man

plus a dollar, plus a dollar man equals a mealticket bitch

Biotch!!!

Sheit! Sheit!

[E-40]

Huh? Want me to speak the real?



[Kaveo]

Speak the real man



[E-40]

Nigga speak the real

Speak the real

Speak the real

Speak the real

Speak the real



It`s a quarter after nine on my AM FM

Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads

"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind

You can`t afford to pass no money I know you heard about that"

What, what? "Task raided Millersville Ms. Miller had a heart attack"

Dude, that`s some cold shit, ain`t it huh?

I know, she was a good person for certain I know

V-Town, California where I was born, raised and grown

And since 1979 I been a hustler on the go

You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket

You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits

Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust

Mescaline, niggas know better than fuck with us

I`m pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino

Big bid, fuckin off feddie I could`ve put down on a crib

I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem

Take a lose, take a lose

Don`t make a scene

Nigga charge it to the triple beam

Fuck the stress

I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest

Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul

Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two

That`s what he do for a living

That`s all he`s used to

Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves and residue, Biotch!!!!



(Hook)

[Kaveo]

Bullshit ain`t nothin

You see we gone keep this thuggin

and mean muggin jump until it`s a done deal

You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the real nothin but

What if I bring this back down?

You gots to be about it or be without it



[E-40]

Be about it or without it

Ay, you know what? I smell you on that playboy, look

We fin to run down a a whole tac on these bitch ass niggaz

Niggas ain`t smellin this shit

We do this shit



Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome

With my faulty phone

That heifer`s tired

She tried to slash my tire

Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji

From the track

She use to hold my sack

I use to dick her down way back in 86

She use to look just like a skank

But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy that bich is bad

For what it`s worth, the pussy smelled like Certs

Victoria`s Secret

Now folks just remember I never said I thought about lickin pussy

I said I never thought about eatin

Keepin it and treatin it nice

Fuck that I`m a hog

I put it down, I`m from the hood

Where I live, on the outskirts

And down on the tuck in the cut

In Clemente Apartments man

I`m a baller so you know I ain`t got shit in my name

I`m strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried

Ready for combat if you plottin and plannin

Oh if you come for me and confiscate my dough

Let the buzzer be the bail

But my suggestion is to stay within your envelope

I`m block to block, swingin on vines

Community service, put up stop signs



(Hook)



[Kaveo]

Uhhh!!! Hold the fuck on!!

Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope?

Sheeit, these timers are green to the game

They ain`t know nothin about these tramps

six bedroom flats and gettin dealt and held a hand across the mat

You see we from the Yay where we control they minds

and put these hoes on the grind



[E-40]

Ain`t got to but I still touch it

Went to the Seven Eleven picked up a traders book and bought a bucket

Use to have a perm bigger than the Charlotte Hornets

But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your patna had warrant

That I ain`t even handled yet although I`m havin cake

The little homie from the hood want me to put out his tape

He kinda tight too, remind me of The Click crew

Cause they was spittin that old high powered

Godzilla ballin guru ass type shit you

can relate to, wake to, `scape to when it`s sunny

Ride by, slide by, get at a honey

I know these streets like I know my dick

I can tell you who the nigga is that`s about to get jacked

And the nigga that pulled the lick

I got this bitch on lock

999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box

Marijuana crops still in this roster

Kilogram, coca leaf and morphien

What about my niggas in the 4-1-5

Look what they made

My niggaz in the city

They call it made

Top grade regeneration, uncut

Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck



Sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit...

Hell yeah, sheit!!

999,999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man

plus a dollar, plus a dollar man equals a mealticket bitch

Biotch!!!

Sheit! Sheit!

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