[Jayo] W wh wha  what  wha what what?
 [E 40] BEOTCH!
 Mobster  turn that shit up!
 [Jayo] Yeah  uh huh uh huh UH
 [E 40] Sinister shit
 [Jayo] Uh huh uh huh WHAT?
 [E 40] Jayo  Jayo smell me on this one
 [E 40]
 Jayo (Jayo)
 I hope I don't ever have to go back to slangin
 llello (llello) but if I do that's what I do (that's what I do)
 *repeat 2X*
 Verse One: E 40
 Grindin out of my Aunties, backyard that's the chronic
 I been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker
 Get on the horn and hit me on my locker, cause I'm fake ID havin
 strikin and drivin on a suspended expired license comes in buy it
 from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices
 Spendin that capital that the big homey advanced me
 in front of me with the next nigga
 I love money plus I'm labelled rough rider
 Known for bringin bitch ass niggaz out of hidin
 Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
 to sellin sherm sticks, but if I do that's what I do
 Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
 to sellin loop loop, but if I do that's what I do
 Verse Two: Jayo Felony
 I stabs a nigga, and Kool-Aid came out
 cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunderchicken
 Barely livin, and smokin headache with a deuce-deuce
 Now I gotta put my snub nosed back to use
 I'm dangerous it gets crucial, cause I loves conflict
 Fuck a headache I'm jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
 And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery
 You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch!
 When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin flight
 It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin the roof off this bitch
 tonight
 As you fall like God, for tryin to swipe my pie
 nigga DIE while your bitch give up the Beaumont
 Chorus:
 [Jayo] All my niggaz havin fancy dreams! (FANCY DREAMS!)
 Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (A money scheme!)
 *repeat 2X*
 [Jayo] All my bitches havin fancy dreams! (FANCY DREAMS!)
 Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (A money scheme!)
 *repeat 2X*
 Verse Three: E-40
 KRRRRACK the freight, nigga FUCK the hype
 BEOTCH! You gotta pay me just to BREATHE on the mic
 High, higher than a dust cloud
 Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin loud!
 Systemized, a triple striker, when I was born
 my mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah cause I'ma ride
 Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine Street
 Narcotic ? bomb preparer heroin provider
 I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin niggaz like the
 like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
 I like to, like to, finger fuck bitches up in clubs
 Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts!
 Stuck! Gordon's Gin and Donald Duck
 NUT! All on her spine and on her butt
 FUCK! Major clientele (major clientele)
 Then I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo
 Verse Four: Jayo Felony
 ? up the glass is shatterin, bitch it ain't matterin
 They scatterin, see me and forty start splatterin
 The cowards are heartless, so you burn like flames
 Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games
 Fuck a bitch, why? Cause skeezers don't please us
 So I just go around sippin fine wine like Jesus
 And everytime I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote
 Drinkin Moesha Brandy, head spinnin like hundred spokes
 Chorus
 Verse Five: Jayo Felony
 Still drinkin Krypton
 brothers is Snapple then I snap like a snapping turtle
 Nigga, shittin on the world keeps my land fertile
 I grow my own shit, Fruits, vegetables and tobacco
 It's third down and forty nigga
 You know you gon' get tackled
 Get your land while you can home-man
 Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran Duran
 Killa nigga put honey on em, and feed em to my hogs
 See I leave no evidence for the police dogs
 Now off the low stroll we go so let's flow
 Lil' bitch, we be sippin cause the people said so
 You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits
 get these chips even if it means lettin these motherfuckers have it!
 Verse Six: E-40
 Nigga got out of line, I had to ice him
 Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap
 Motherfucker got out of place, I had to chop him
 Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out
 Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood special
 designed strictly for staplin and toe taggin
 Po-Po wrote me up a citation cause I was saggin and draggin
 my b-ah-bitch, by her w-uh-weave
 I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed! Last doo-doo bootch
 who tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my attitude wasn't carin
 Backslapped that hoe in front of her parents
 More ki's than a janitor
 It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
 Smokin on a roach, loitering in a McDonald's parkin lot
 throwin up gang signs
 to ? as if he was some kind of first base coach
 I luh I like my egg poached, hard over easy!!!
 In the drive through, hollerin at her breezy!!!
 Chorus
 *talking to end