[E-40]
Ooooh (ooooh) pencil me in (pencil me in)
It's Fonzarelli the Ballatician in yo' face again
Back again, happenin, with my folks and next of kin
Asians blacks and Mexicans, caucausian folks and all my friends
Lost on gin, count to ten, fits to turtle, hold it in
Northern Cali, scrilla gone Valley, California fools'll do ya
Like this song? Sing along, 40 Water man you know he wrong
In the traffic mayn on the phone, bright candy on all that chrome
Shoes and socks, Jacob watch, CD changer with the knock
Cock glock back stack leave yo' head off in yo' lap
Mark mark sip sap, you ain't gotta like the way
this pimp spit this rap, I don't like you anyway
[Chorus 2X: E-40]
This a man's game, stay up out the lane
if you can't hang with the gangbang
Players pimps and hustlers from the sewer pipes and gutter drains
Players pushin mary jane, gorillas in the mix of thangs
Boss unleashin off the chain
[E-40]
I was in my Chevy blunted doin about a hundred (hundred)
Dippin through my hood but the hood lookin haunted (haunted)
Task musta raided (raided) I hope my homies made it (made it)
I hope they got some yo-yo left, I hope they didn't confiscated it
I hope nobody got shot to death, I hope nobody bleedin
I hope they didn't come through dumpin with they street-sweepers sweepin
Put to rest, layin in the mortuary in there sleepin
Put a hole in the flesh, formaldehyde to stop the place from stinkin
