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(feat. E-40, Sly Boogy) 



Roll somethin (yeah) smoke somethin (right) 

Drank somethin (what) flow somethin (hey) 



[Chorus] 

Niggaz try to talk that talk (some niggaz try to talk that talk) 

But they really cain't walk that walk (nah they really cain't walk that walk) 

People fuck around and get caught (you gon' fuck around and get caught) 

Find your ass outlined in chalk (you find your ass outlined in chalk) 



[Sly Boogy] 

I like to smoke on the fine lined sticky 

You don't really wanna try Sly Boogy (nah) 

I got some niggaz that'll ride right wit me 

I'm not a homosexual, I like pussy (yup yup) 

I make the hardest niggaz cry like sissies 

I'm a live walkin sci-fi mystery 

Come on and shine in the limelight wit me 

Let's make it snap, crackle and pop like Rice Krispies 

I put niggaz in fear when I rip shit 

Make sho' my words sound clear when I spit this 

Guzzle up a 40 ounce of beer with the quickness 

If you wanna get bent, here nigga hit this 

It's only been a year since my shit hit 

Now a gang of people got they ear in my bid'ness 

My words pierce like a spear, I'm relentless 

You better hope yo' name don't appear on my hit list 



[Chorus] 



[Hi-C] 

Yeah you niggaz is fixin to get ya brains blew back 

Sly Boogy (whattup?) Where the thang-thang at 

Niggaz be killin me with these gangbang raps 

I got homies so banged out they need a gangbang PATCH 

Guns, knives, and baseball bats 

Nigga! I come from the days of waaaaaaaaay back 

And I'm still dope like Ritalin 

Cause I keep shit stankin like a chitlin 

You best to chill with all that yappin you snitch you 

Oh you don't feel it? But I bet you your bitch do! (heyyy) 

You at home eatin TV dinners 

While I roll through the hood wit'cha ho on spinners 

It's my time to shine, I'm fixin to rock next 

And then I'm disappearin again like Loch Ness 

With ten million in cash, and 2 tecs, with a cell phone 

With three young honies with hot sex 



[Chorus] 



[Hi-C] 

Oh yeah monkeyheads, I ain't playin 

Look who the cat drug in 



[E-40] 

E-40! 

Straight from the bottom of the gutter peeeyimp (gutter peeyimp) 

But then I rose (then I rose) 

Now it's life "bonus golf," pimp I got extra holes/hoes 

I used to shovel that snow, that powder yo' nose 

The first one on my soil my ninja to ride vogues (ride vogues) 

Now we rhyme and spit verses and rock shows (rock shows) 

And pimp these broads for they purses mayne when I'm on the road (on the road) 

I'm a fixture on my block (on my block) 

Before E-40, my named used to be Hubbarock (Hubbarock) 

Hubbarock? Yeah bruiser, Hubbarock 

Bust a unit open, break it down to hundred pops 

Hundred pops? Yeah bruiser, hundred pops 

Feed 'em to my runners, let my runners get 'em off (get 'em off) 

I like to floss and campaign (campaign) 

With the, top down, smokin champagne (champagne) 

And go stupid like a fool (like a FOOL) 

Off Hennessy and Red Bull (Red Bull) 



Roll somethin, smoke somethin 

Drank somethin, flow somethin 



[Chorus] 



[E-40 over Chorus] 

That's right, you squares be talkin that talk mayne 

But cha'll can't walk that walk mayne 

You fools is squares, a box of Apple Jacks 

Fa-shiggadale, boyyyyyy 

Get outline in chalk fool, riggadale'll tell ya 

Why? Uhh 



[Hi-C] 

Ay DJ Cokie, get us up out this bitch mayne 

[scratching] 

SHUT UP MONKEYHEAD!
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