fired up
Singer: e-40
the streets is my financial advisor
when i see other people havin' their money
i get inspired
i'm far from a hater
that's what i'm not
i'm a congratulator
tell 'em 'i see you' and give 'em props
from my savings in my socks on the block and flea-flickin' rocks
getting beat up by cops to buying mansions on mountaintops
no more going to the station getting fingerprinted
the only time i get fingerprinted now is when i close escrow
still with the activation
still with the mannishness
blowin' cannabis
strains of that cookie blue fertilized in that bat boo-boo
that there guano or maybe them chicken droppings
girl scout cookie and gorilla glue crossing
some can't comprehend what i'm saying 'cause they way out of touch
and they square as a box of fruity pebbles and cocoa puffs
out the loop like a hula hoop
get they game from the 'net
i get my game from the soil
the turf
the trenches
the set
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tool on me in the club
yeah
i'm plyered up
talk shit
get hit
jaw wired up
roll another 'wood up
i ain't high enough
where the bottles at? we here tryna fire up
fired up
fired up
fired up
fired up
fired up
fired up
uh!
verse two
i'm a make it do what it do
my nigga
i don't know about you
but i'm about my business like a jew
my diamonds be flexin' and pokin' out like a titty nipple
the way i be dressin' is kinda fly for a bigger niggro
too blessed to be stressin'
i reckon
life is a bitch
plead the fifth
no confessin' and i'm too thorough to snitch
watchin' trapflix
rollin' a spliff in the afternoon
on the couch in the living room with my lady on blue lagoon
i stay timin'
i'm a tycoon
like my vodka coming out soon
i ain't lying
i never do
i'm a factor
you could be too
biatch!
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tool on me in the club
yeah
i'm plyered up
talk shit
get hit
jaw wired up
roll another 'wood up
i ain't high enough
where the bottles at? we here tryna fire up
fired up
fired up
fired up
fired up
fired up
fired up
financials used to be ugly but now they gorgeous and lovely
when my paper was injured it made a speedy recovery
they say i'm short-tempered
i'll shoot you right in your artery
i'm begging you
asking you not to try me or bother me
earth is my turf and my soil
gravel or property
and these suckas and haters is hella bad for the economy
i go bad on these batches and i don't do no apology
razor-sharp like a cactus and i believe in astrology
loyalty
not dishonesty
thc
i blow broccoli
i'm a fixture in the game
i'm tryin' to build a monopoly
i want the money
fuck the fame
so break me off somethin' properly
and you can find me getting high and drinking brew on the balcony
biatch!
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tool on me in the club
yeah
i'm plyered up
talk shit
get hit
jaw wired up
roll another 'wood up
i ain't high enough
where the bottles at? we here tryna fire up
fired up
fired up
fired up
fired up
fired up
fired up
fired up
fired up