whip out

e-40

uh!

i'm paper

he plastic

i go hard

he go soft

he play hopscotch like a broad

i play boss games like golf

i be giving 'em joogs

25 percent off

that's pretty good

dang near sell it to 'em at cost

they call me jack frost 'cause i got that snow white

roll with us or get lost

cut off your water and your lights

now your money so funny it's telling jokes about you like wanda sykes

it's bad out here

it's dusty

dirty

bedbugs

lice

i'm so mackish and pimpish

he's so sappish and simpish

if it was some funk

he'll run and leave his homies diminished

he was the only one with a gun

they gave his potnas the business

did in an alley with a drum from a distance

around christmastime

the crime rate rises

santa down the chimney ain't the only surprises

tiptoe bandits ran in my house

but i was ready for 'em so i whipped out

biatch!

i'm trying not to but these suckas always push me and i always gotta flash and whip out

they think i'm playing at the dice game so i had to tell my little niggas whip out

i hit the corner on the side of your house in a van with no tags and whip out

don't trust nobody 'cause your potnas say they love you

when you come up they try to whip out

too many murders in the streets

fuck him

hurt him if he's weak

every day there's a drive-by

in the news they only talk about homicides

nobody cares when you shoot and miss

little homies in the hood get used to this

when he left out the house

he ain't choose death

he got killed

you know

when you lose your breath

in a fight for your life

you can't win

it's something in your lungs

it ain't wind

it's no air in there

he got shot

whole lotta blood in his hair

he never had a chance

didn't even make it to the ambulance

he was dead on the scene

investigate

another unsolved murder yesterday

whip out

i'm trying not to but these suckas always push me and i always gotta flash and whip out

they think i'm playing at the dice game so i had to tell my little niggas whip out

i hit the corner on the side of your house in a van with no tags and whip out

don't trust nobody 'cause your potnas say they love you

when you come up they try to whip out

i got a potna that rap

go by the name of e-40

'80s retired d-boy

real niggas adore him

fake niggas ignore him

they think that he's butt

they think he's a cutting board

they stay choppin' him up

got his name in they uvula

in they teeth

in they mouth

they jealous of him 'cause he gouda'd up and he ain't a slouch

i fucks with the nigga because he solid than steel

i bust my gun for that nigga 'cause he be keepin' it real

realer than a hundred dollar bill with the line imprint

pants saggin'

looking like he shitted and went

pamper pack skeez

leave your head with a dent

money mac and cheese

smile for the camera

pimp

when you come to the west

i'm a support

especially when come to 40 and too $hort

i argue with niggas me and my guys

they music raised me

them boys saved my life

biatch!

i'm trying not to but these suckas always push me and i always gotta flash and whip out

they think i'm playing at the dice game so i had to tell my little niggas whip out

i hit the corner on the side of your house in a van with no tags and whip out

don't trust nobody 'cause your potnas say they love you

when you come up they try to whip out