Intro: E 40
 I pledge allegiance to the ghetto  uh
 I pledge allegiance to the game  uh
 I pledge allegiance to the money and the cars
 and the pussy and the bitches and the fame  uh
 *repeat*

 (BEEYATCH!!!!)

 Chorus:

 To all my  to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
 up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on
 In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab
 Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs
 Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh
 Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up
 Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)
 Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up

 [WC]
 Fuck talkin, I'm chalkin niggas, best ta get ta walkin
 It's The Shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my nigga the Chickenhawk in on
 that 'throw it up throw it up' dip, as I dips, skip with the Euro clip
 Hangin for chips on 100-spoke whips
 All I know is pussy, money and color bandanas
 and tryin to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel Sanders
 Play us by the trigger so I'ma live by the trigger
 And rivals, seven bicthes for all my colored thug niggas

 [E-40]
 ???? ???? regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang soprano
 Wild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin platinum, door and panel
 Never dustin up, never crackin under pressure
 Seems to me I do my time and I get out whenever, EARLY
 People say I smell like Glocks, what kind of ?car? you got?
 I tell em "Brooklyn cotch"
 Johnnie Walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is what
 I drink a nigga up under the table
 While all you powder puff niggas take all my votes

 Chorus:

 To all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
 up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on
 In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab
 Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs
 Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh
 Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up
 Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)
 Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up

 [Mack 10]
 Well it's that old Inglewood gangbang, hustlin ass nigga
 That dope game, flossin ho, bustin ass nigga
 still grindin while rhymin now up to seven figures
 Low-down, duct tapin, 2-11 lick hitter
 Hoo Bangin' sendin birds outta town on the bus
 If ya in to sellin crack, nigga fuck with us
 I got cars and a mansion with wine in the cellar
 and a bitch on my team that'll kill when I tell her

 [E-40]
 Back with ninjas so ya know
 I do this for Foesum and ?Susanville?, fo' sho'
 My niggas in Quentin'll pack a bis', before I
 >From Chino to Tracey to Hatchedby to Rikers Island
 Pelican Bay solid, dat Long Park and Terminal Island
 Keep on smilin, dialin and callin connect
 Cos you're my focus, you know I'm accept
 A za-, a zap board, deuce amps
 Shoot dice with, to all my stamps (BEEYATCH!!!!)

 Chorus

 [WC]
 Could it be me, or was it this chronic or Bombay
 that got me puttin it down for all my hoodlums around the way
 Lex spares, money dippin, bullet-proof vests and sack warriors
 All my street niggas, east to the west to the souths, I can't hearin ya

 [Mack 10]
 If it ain't Charlie Hustle, it's that nigga Mack Manson
 While the G homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancin
 and we stay Lexed up wit the parlay features
 Sportin beamed-up Chucks wit the flamed-up creases

 [E-40]
 I represent the flat lands, the alley ways, the moms and pops
 The Chinese, the AK, the fiend, the rocks
 The liquor store on every corner, the laundromat
 The quick-to-run-up-on-the-nigga, to peel my cap

 Chorus

 Outro: E-40

 A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
 A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
 A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
 A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
 A getcha scrill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
 A dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill y'all
 A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
 A dollar, a dollar, a getcha scrill y'all
 BEEYATCH!!!

 BEEYATCH!!!!!!