[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 V.H.S. cannister *Ice-T cracks up*
 And a V.H.S. cannister
 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 dinners for the 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 Port, 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 Lofas, 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 mathmatics
 I'm doing a compilation, should I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?
 I tell them, "Hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off tha hinges
 Dude 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, let me liquidate my revenelles, ya know what I'm sayin 40-water now

 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