Federal

Rat heads get nothin but cheese y'all
(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch) 4x

[ VERSE 1 ]
Would you look, would you listen
Niggas be snitchin, talkin, rattin
All up in the joint, man, singin, chattin
Talkin all that old really fruitful riff-raff-ass shit, mayn
Speakin on every nigga in the muthafuckin dope game
He's scared like a mice
Po-po's talkin about 25 to life
But real niggas do the time, and pay the price, though
Rat heads give up game to the vice, you know
Trick sap wanna hang hisself like a dick
Just because he got popped with a half a zip
Chow time, niggas rush for the vittles
But rat head wants to the talk to the po-pos
Get me outta here, dude, I'm losin weight stressin
So they offer that man some police protection
He couldn't be from the Hillside or the south
Cause my side of town don't go runnin off at the mouth
Mickey Mouse spilled his guts
He said, "They all drive Chevys and Cuts'"
But they let him out without a doubt
Nothin-ass nigga, he straight ratted us out

[ VERSE 2 ]
But since he sang such a good song
The pigs even gave his ass a ride home
The blind mice couldn't read braille
They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over Vallejo
Popo's gives up no slack, all through the dope tracks
Lettin this shit really be known, jack
To get a bit too far, kind of ridiculously
Handed the rat some money, and said, "Nnow you work for me"
He was all for the scratch, see, and just like a batch, gee
The nigga played the role of a pussy
Little old peck, crevas-faced faggot
Nigga sold out, and now he wears a snitch jacket
On the turf they wants to get with his p.g.
But it'll draw too much heat, so they wait patiently
He won't be seen no time soon
Cause in the V-Town he's doomed
Packed up and straight cut to susun
Got in the grill with all the hoods and thugs
Expressin, "I'm from the V-Town, duke 707"
Niggas and bitches was trippin and shit, havin a fit
He said, "I even know E-40 and the fuckin Click"
They damn near shitted, boss
Not knownin that the nigga was lyin his ass off
Meanwhile, back in Vallejo
Brothers gettin knocked for possession of sale
The other races get away clean, brother
But niggas, we always gotta rat on each other

[ VERSE 3 ]
A party jumps off on Blueberg Street
Vallejo niggas in that muthafucka hella deep
No funk, no static, nobody's thinkin about a war
We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes galore
Baththub full of liqor and wine
M.D. 20/20, Ever Clear, and Rossi wine
All the danksters gather up
They play the five second game. hold it in, and get stupid stuck
Hoes gettin poked in the backroom
Fools goin home smellin like perfume
Nothin but ballers from different towns
A house full of Nino Browns
Shootin pool, playin craps and dominos
Niggas jackin off decks and five point o's
It's all good, cause nobody gives a fuck
But look who pops up
(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch)
Vallejo niggas yelled out (Snitch!)
Mobbed his ass, beat him down to the dirt
And straight went bezerk

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[E-40]
Don't cha' know...
Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,
Fuckin' em' like that therapy, don't cha' know
Fuckin' em' like that there beats, don't cha' know
Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,
Fuckin' em' like that therapy
Fuckin' em' like that there beats, I'm just a hustler

[Verse 1]
I'm goin' federal, justice ain't no damn miracle
Fuckin' em' up like that, puttin' in work something terrible
So before you mention to step to me
You better get up on my history
I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-B-O-Y-A-N-T
Killin' motherfuckers off crucial
Sittin' em' down mutual
Spittin' that ol' playa, gangsta shit
Tryin' to maintain a strong grip
V-Town, California where I was born and raised since
1979 I been a hustler on the go
Pop-pos wanna harass
Me and my Keesh I needed cash
Rocks wasn't groovin' at the time
So way we got out money was cuttin' grass
Leader not a follower, became a Hill-Side baller
Put together a group called the C-L-I-C-K
And I was the shot caller, I'm goin' federal

[E-40]
I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know
I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know

[B-Legit]
Why don't cha' get up on this mic
And spit some of that ol' gangsta shit back at em' man, would ya

[Verse 2]
I'm on the last nickels, they only made like four of
Front-row seats at the fights
Takin' long, expensive flights
I love playin' hully-gully
Cause I ain't nothin' nice on them dice
So before you gamble against a hustler, I advise you to think twice
Napoleon, macaroni, we serve hot-bellied pig
96, 6 big screen television I bought for my kid
Livin' kind of comfortable
40 comin through with the real number
From blocks and blocks away you can here the boom, blam, bumble
Full tank of petro, up the metro, I'm like federal
Hoes wanna get sexual cause they see me on a pedastal
Nibblin' on my jock, like my big, ol' black tool is edible
Tellin' you man these heifers now days is incredible
Dishin' them one time scouts
Through dark alleys, takin' other routes
Hoppin' over barb-wire fences, ditches, puddles, crickets
Mobbin' and squadin' hoggin' and guardin' bitches, check it out
Takin' and shapin' and makin' a bunch of riches
Yeah man, you can call me federal

[B-Legit]
Yeah man, these motherfucker be ridin' around here
In these bootsy ass cars and what not man
Takin' these penitentiary chances
And they ain't even got they grin on
Ya aughta be like my boy 40, while he Mr. Flamboyant

[Verse 3]
I got boys from my team with the up-most respect for me
For-real lunatics that's willin' to kill for me
Way too much love in my organization, I can't afford to take no loss
MC's be seelin' them wolf tickets, but I be serious as fuck boss
It's all part of the rap game and that's the way it should be goin'
E-40 tellin' em' like it is, shootin' the gift that I be flowin'
Might as well go on and admit it, it's who you know
Not how damn good you are
Everybody and their mama wanna rap fast but I'm the superstar
E-40 why don't you slow it up a lil' something and go and speak on it
Man I just be spittin' this shit to keep these suckers timid
Well what about them ones that don't be recognizin' ya game
Must be stuck on something either that or they're lame
Funny style pop or rock, naw that ain't my forte`
I'm sellin' a bunch of units underground without any airplay
Folks be wantin' to hear this type of shit when they roll
Man I'll never sell my soul
Motherfuckers you didn't know, I'm federal

[B-Legit]
Uh, E, you still fuckin' em up like, E
It's been like three years in this motherfucker

[E-40]
Hell yeah, you know a hog like me had to put the peas in the pod
Let these motherfuckers know what's goin' down in the rap game
You know what I'm sayin' (Yeah)
I'm a money-hungry motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin'
All about my scratch, artillery, fire arms and gats and shit

[B-Legit]
You know like that, that's right
But you know it's still some folks out there
That try to put bad names out there for you and what not
What cha' gotta say about that, to those type of niggas

[E-40]
Oh, you know what I'm sayin' I got some good shit for them
You know what I'm sayin
I'll just get to spittin that ol' shit for they ass
Then I'll just come through with some mo' shit like this here
Ya want me to drop that shit (Drop that shit) check it out

[E-40]
You can't stop me man
I'm takin' money to the bank
Didn't have to pull no licks
Cause I'm makin' hits
You can't stop me man
I'm takin' money to the bank
Didn't have to pull no licks
Cause I'm makin' hits, ha

[E-40]
40, I'm goin' federal
Young Bucksy, he's goin' federal
Suga-T, she's goin' federal
Now D-Shot, he's goin' federal
Little Booch, he's goin' federal
Levitti, he's goin' federal
The Head Point, he's goin' federal
Studio Time, he's goin' federal
Can't forget Legit, he's goin' federal
The whole damn Click, is goin' federal
Celly Cel, he's goin' federal
Cavio, he's goin' federal
Def Daddy, he's goin' federal
Rap Dogg, he's goin' federal
Mr. Flamboyant, oh right that's me
California livin', can't fuck with me
Yeah motherfucker, that's what's really goin' on

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[E-40]
I'm in some deep shit, I got some niggas from another click
On that ass trying to run me off a fuckin cliff
What should I do? Where should go?
How could I fake 'em?
Bust a bitch on that ass and try and shake em and bake em
Full speed ahead, I know they want my ass dead
Still on my bumper, makes a motherfucker wonder
All the dirt that I did, should just let them get me
Maybe its because I killed Rodney and his whole family
Revenge, I see my life flashing, niggas blasting
Brothas passing, trying to make me stay crashing
Into the rocks beside me, fucking up the traffic
17th in a Malibu Chevy classic
But I'm nothing humble, just call me Yapeez Pasano
Full tank of petro, mobbin through the fucking tunnel
Shit it's bright, I think I see some daylight
Over the night, you should have seen a brothas sides right
Fit the corners on two shoes, I'm holly G
Wrapping my shit around a fifty foot oak tree
Got out the car, seeing stars, I wasn't lagging
Ran out and hid behind a beat up station wagon

[Hook]
You've never seen a bitch nigga run so fast

[E-40]
Bouncing, sneaking, and peaking, hitting bushes and shit
Never saw, like you did in that movie clip
Steady busting, these motherfuckers ain't bluffing
I'm hauling ass and renting bullets, constantly cussing
Scared as fuck, I wasn't trying to act hard
Thumbs up, and ran in a back yard
Just as I was hoping the sliding door was wide open
Out of breath, I locked the door and started talking
I need some help, I gotta bounce, someone's after me
Please don't panic, I need your help drasticly
I'm not a G, a killer, or a rapist
I'm just a ordinary black man trying to make this
Busting my bubble, the couple didn't even freak
They said relax, I'll make some coffee, have a seat
The man said, whats your name bro
Shit I don't know, you might decide to call the po-po
He said that ain't my thang, I used to be a leader of a gang
Shot twice in my chest
I got wounds, where I've been stabbed
He took off his shirt and showed my his scab
I said damn partner, how the fuck you survive some shit like that
Like that there without going into a coma
He said the Lord spared my life
So I could talk to people like you and teach them right
I was a dope pusher, big time drug abuser
Alcoholic, dog blumer, but a shooter
All together working from the floor
I said I better twist so I can call her
Now I'm reached from coast to coast
Said to saved from the holy ghost
I know you think your trapping
But let me pray for you junior and see what happens

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(E-40)
Yeah E-40 and the muthafuckin c-l-i-c-k in this muthafucka, you know
I got my cousin Kaveo on the muthafuckin side of me
We fin to spit some of this old flamboyant shit, check game-

It's another one of them drought spots, a ha-bin cost is like fuck it
Niggaz taken loses that they can't make up
Gettin gaffled for some of that shit call cake-up
Strechin the crap, making a bad batch
The screen from a trweekers pipe turns black
So they go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin' a fool yellin'
But ya'll know there ain't no refunds in the shit that I'm sellin
Cuz during the drought season niggaz be lookin' for a reason to rush ya
So I suggest you put up your bootsees man and pull out your buckets

(kaveo)
Here's another part of this shit that a niggaz up lift about the game
The drought season main, cuz this shit here never remains the same
And a brother ain't about to let his muthafuckin capital go mein
So instead he gots to get scandlous
cuz he can't keep up and handle hisbuisness
Like he use to and he ain't really wit being through, get to it dude
Gotta pull a straight come-up, lick
Catchin' muthafuckas outta bounds swerv,
breakin they punk ass leavin scared
Cuz this is the type of shit that occur
so don't get caught loose on perv

(40)
I gots meals, wheels, and about 5 thousand dollars worth of bills
Bank account way on the red, fuckin with the highest overhead
Jackin off my money yo ass is out boy and I promise you that
I'm a money hungry muthafucka and I'm so serious about my scratch
So you're best bet is
to check yourself before you wreck yourself punk botch
I gets down and dirty like Dr. Ruth and I put that on the Gooch
Droppin muthafuckas just like a bad habit, Dag nab it
Tricks wanna get outta line I let 'em have it
Now bag it, I gots Ice Cream Candy
and all kinds of things of that flavor
And maybe later I might be willing to go low as long as you buyer before
Cuz I'm the only muthafucka with A-1 Yola,
none of that ol caken with baking soda
It gets released, ceased, and then the prices rises like yeast
Those who gots leftovers will become obese,
triplin' my mail off the triple beam scale
I even got enemies with envy askin' me for yayo
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The Drought Season niggaz lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feast -n (2 x)

(kaveo)
A niggaz tryin to work hard on a meal ticket so I can't stand to be dry
Cuz after the stronger man supply
but in the drought season it's too hard to get by
Niggaz be runnin' off with D gafflin muthafuckas, startin at chances
Cuz a niggaz mail ain't to muthafucka fancy,
rollin around with a duece and a quarter
Can't get caught lose on the border, sittin on them thangs like 40
Stay fuckin with a bitches brain

(40)
Can't be affected by the great depression
this country is in a recession, I reckon
So let me give yo ass a funky lesson-
Never let a muthafucka know what you got or what you buyin
It's dem bootsee muthafuckas in your town that's always dyin'
Stay low, play the background, keep your shit on a hush mate
Hit it hard one time and then hibernate

(Kaveo)
Now check game I'm tryin to do my own muthafuckin' thang
but shit just ain't right
For heaters that just got way to tight, Jackin muthafucka's on sight
But I'm a nigga that don't give a fuck
when I'm tryin to get my cashflow up
And render them seasons what ever the reason may be, niggaz comin up
short tye, Gag, Watch em short out from sea,
for sale signs on a nigga's shit
Cuz he ain't got no muthafuckin' D,
sellin' up everything made of material G
The Drought Season

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(E-40)
I'm really not all sure about them thangs that fin to mature
But let me find me a nigga with a grip and hit his ass quick with a lick
What's your definition of a lick?
Takin' a niggas shit
Hey, put that on sumptin
I put that on the click,
if you consider yourself a hustla can't be no busta brown
Stackin mail, straight come upin', when funk come around be down

(Kaveo)
A nigga's gotta have some type of hustle
whether it be sellin' Dank or robbin banks
Snitches can't go to the pen cuz they fuck around and wind up shanked
In the presence of drought season shit gets hectic
niggaz losin they lives when they least expect it

(E-40)
It's E-40 and my cousin Kaveo lettin' muthafuckas know main
Spittin that ol shit that muthafuckas don't understand an
Tardy to the crazy ass game, never gotta be clever
Specially in this type of weather, Ya Know?
The Drought Season

Chorus (4x)
Thought he had cane but it was Gold Medal flour

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(B-Legit)
What's up fool, I got like 3 buck on the Rossi
Let's go get perved
(E-40)
You don't wanna get perved, nigga
You don't wanna fuck wit this Rossi shit
(...)
Man, don't forget the ice man
(E-40)
Oh, you want something to
O.K.

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Top of the line wine, Carlos Rossi
Drinkin' on some of of that top of the line wine, Carlos Rossi

(E-40)
Top of the line wine Carlos Rossi, man
I drinks it all the time it's extra satisfying
Three of four times a day you can catch me drivin
Back and forth to the liquor store buyin
Jugs and jugs of tha shit cause I'm addicted wit no denying
Perving, swervin rannin all into the fuckin curb and
If I get one more D.U.I. then it's curtains
I can't cope, I guess I'm a alcoholic sometimes I hit the chronic
It's just like gin and tonic when it's time to get erotic
5.99 for a big ass bottle of Rossi wine it's right on time
Once you become a member of my drinkin' club you will find
The key to set ya free so give it a try
But don't mistake it for Chablis unless you already high
Spread the word get sprung and drink it with ya down chromes
That's another word for sohobs, potna, folks, homies
Every motherfuckin' year
We do this shit every other fuckin' day if not every day
But anyway I want

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(B-Legit)
Hocus motherfuckin' Pocus
The top of the line wine, yeah nigga that's the dopest
And if you in The Click, them motherfuckers notice
that we be downin jugs from the tallest to the shortest
Everywhere I go, people wants to know
What's the name of that shit you and the Click be like fuckin' wit
I keeps it on a hunch on the ... cause brother I be perved
Fuckin' wit some shit that will send you to the curb
And if you wit a bitch, then nigga you nice
Cause Rossi goes good wit some dank over ice
Take her to the telly let the wine fill her belly
Fired up some smelly then ya jammin' like jelly
Bust a couple of nuts, hit the butt and than the grill
Dick hard like I did time up in Vacaville
But still I be bossy
(E-40)
What you fuckin' wit though?
(B-Legit)
Fuck wit some of that top of the line wine
(E-40)
Yeah nigga
(B-Legit)
Carlos Rossi

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(E-40)
Sunny day, sky blue, shit, I think I'mma barbecue
Let me get my ass up outta bed and call up the whole motherfuckin' crew
Ray you bring the chicken, Kaveo you bring the links
Mugzy you bring the hamburger meat and I'll supply the drinks
Shit it's good to be on damn it
I got Suga-T in the house whippin' up some potatoe salad
4 slabs of ribs up in the refrigerator marinatin'
Bring home the .. I got tha .. and I can't be waitin'
Well, what do you know, though the door comes Kaveo
(Kaveo)
You know!
(E-40)
Mugzy and Tap that ass, T-Pup and Hell and Moe
Thick ass niggas like B-Legit and E-Duece
.... Mac Shawn, Mac D-Shot and Little Bruce
The man behind the counter of the liqourstore loves me
Be ... and ready to hug me
On the strength that I done spend
Over a G within a week on the Carlos Rossi

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(E-40)
I'm a little mannish muthafucka
I take after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana but now I'm selling yola
Shit was gettin hella funky at first
when a nigga was stealin a bitches purse
Ended up gettin kicked out of every Vallejo school
they clocked me like a circus
I was the little mannish motherfucker showing off in the back of the church
My momma was quick to hit me with a switch and I say "that hurts"
Get to the house, go to my room and talk some trash
I never believed a hard head made a soft ass
Cuz I be moving fast and I'd be tryin to stash
Beat up the pizza man and then I straight dashed
Disobidient sport cut my days short
My momma got tired of takin' my ass back and forth ta court
I said "momma I'ma straighten up for you and I promise I won't warrant"
Got me a job as a paper boy
21 dollars a month
5 o'clock in the morning
Damn I'm slavin' for the fucking white man
21 dollars might buy me some ??(poor carpet chicken george)
I'm tired of muthafuckas fuckin over me
How can I find a way to make some real money?
But you don't feel me
I was tired of being broke lookin coked down
Came up off a twenty dollar put me down
Next thing you know I was up to about a quarter of a ki' rollin
Niggaz was trippin' off me cuz I was a young muthafucka ballin'
Gettin my fetti on but when there was funk I had to starve
Time to fetch the choppers and bring out the U-hauls
Extra mannish
I make you vanish
I play for keep
Investigate that ass till they find out where you sleep
Muthafucka it's commakausi
Don't even try me ahh
I bars none you best believe that I'ma bring me ah
Fully automatic Tommy with the infared say I'm sorry
Before I pump your ass full of lead and dump the body
Extra mannish, that's what people be calling me
Oh we can be cool until you get to threatening me
I loose my temper and shit my eyes turn red
Blow my top and get real hot at the head
I guess I'm a failure, I gots no future in my front
All I'm able to do is sell dope and hit the blunt
Don't ask me why Sometimes I go to church and testify
The preacher preaches and I be dang near ready to cry
Repute the devil
I got to get out of the ghetto freak
Sometimes I wonder if mommy and daddy really payin me
Who would ever thought that a nigga like me
would become such a bad ass youngster
My mommy and daddy done fucked around and created a damn monster
Why couldn't I wait till I was bigger
before I started drinking malt liquor
I guess I was a nappy headed stubborn little mannish ass nigga

(Mugzy)
Guess who comes through, comes through
It's me the Y-O-U-N-G
M-U-G-Z
I'm just as mannish as I wanna be I pack a 30-30
Niggas wanna blast me because I'm down and dirty
Extra mannish how I'm livin and I'm fuckin my neighbors bitch an
She lovin' every minute of the dick that I be givin
Bitches on my jock , Bitches on my jock
Suckas on the block know I got a glock
Bini caps, B-coats and all of that
I'm beatin niggas down with a baseball bat
I'm havin revenues I'm gettin paid fool
A ghetto muthafucka with an attitude
S-I-C-K W-I-D I-T
It's young mugzy and E-40
It's explains why it's hard for us blacks and hispanics
And why we turned extra mannish

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