Loyalty And Betrayal

[e-40]
I step, i step in the "club" aroung twelve o'clock (clock)
Me and my folk (folkers) after the after "spot" (spot)
We bought a - remi (remi) hennesey, copasi "yeah" (yeah)
Velvet de vodca and grab my "yay"
I love this "life" , what can i "say" (say)
Doing this damn "thang"
Till' i'm old and "grey"
Poppin' these "speeds" and jacking my "slacks" (slacks)
Give some yay "nigga" (yay nigga)
Thats just how we act (how we act)
We disobey niggas (disobey niggas) doin' it "full" (full)
We shake fake niggas (niggas) if you ain't "cool" (cool)
You can't hang wit' us (hang wit' us) all acess (access)
I fuck wit' real niggas (niggas)
My baby- beatrice (trice)
Mack dime (ah) uhhh see and sir too sheezy (sheezy)
Eight-ball (uh) pimp c and jayo felony
Nate dogg and (all) just to name a few (a few)
Straight flamboast, thats what we "do"

[hook]

Flamboastin'- yolking, dip-n-flowin'
Through your neighborhood- unseen-n-sparcing
Gettin' this money cause we never broken
Roastin' these hoes is all we knowin'
Flamboastin'- from coast to coast
Flamboastin'- thats all we know
Flamboastin'- watch out hoe
Flamboastin'- fo' shiggaty

Whoa! pac (???) rack or die (rack or die)
Please believe , a look that they never check fee (fee)
Trickle my stark delly (jelly) easy finds it wit nelly (relly)
Sickle with my heart round medalion
Hanging all the way to my belly (belly)
Lord to devil in housing - cause roxing by the gallon
We vitally known for my spittery - see all type of people asking me
"how you come up with dat shit?" - hey but i bought your tape
Show me how to do that (shit) that damn thing (you wack)....

[baby]
Now look - mercedes wagons with buck eyes
Lorenzo kits with tv's inside
Twenty inch (*bling, bling*) that's platinum
Jumped out the hummer nigga with the fist to mack em
This is a parking lot pimping and bitches
I slap 'em holla at my nigga - e-40
And we gap 'em twenty inch couldn't fit - adapt to slap 'em
Get the matching house at over east that's platinum

[hook]

When i smooth up in a writers block and my pee-en is my enemy (enemy)
I hit the orange roughy to enhance my cre-a-tivity (creativity)
Hustler on the go (go)
Straight up ghetto star "star"- darnel from 310 (ohh)
Niggas (???) glove compartment for my strap
Climate control, air-conditioner , a/c in tha back
Interior (?) with a typey on my lap
Officer smokey and mr. johnny law swear i sell crack
(swear i sell crack) artistal pimp on rap - proffesional highsider
With the black screens, dash and who order the sunlights?

[baby]
Everything black or silver - i'm macking
Weezy we gat a beamer thats platinum
Supposed to be a low-low on 18 and adapting
Bitch thats not a movie and nigga we ain't acting
Cadillac truck got hot - i paint it platinum
And i know a bitch in oakland named platinum
Talk about how she could eat the dick off the platter
I'm the #1 stunner bitch and i'm mack
(and i'm mack, and i'm mack...)

[hook]

[e-40]
Uh-huh; barbecue or mildew, hhhoe?
Ssshit heh
My fetti has a first name - it's e-a-r-l
About my mail, ssshit!
Nigga you know i'm up in this motherfucker, on a good one!
Fffuck yes!!

[b-legit]
You know what i mean? it's like a, a y-2-yea thing y'know?
(haha) we does this out here (fo' schizzie)
We pop our collars; please believe that playboy (like this here)

My moves is swift, i'm stiff with mine
Remi martin straight, then i hit it with lime
It's time to shine, to strike my pose
Five carats on my pinky, pickin my nose (beatch)
I stroll on hoes, and give 'em a chance
To let me see the ass while they backup dance
I glance and breeze - if the body is true
I'm off and on to part two (part two)

[d-shot]
Now i done scanned at the club (what else?)
I popped my collar to all my folks with love (what else?)
And all the niggaz that didn't respond to me (what else?)
I got my dogs watchin constantly (what else, what else?)
With one hand in the baseball glove
Hella throwaways - and dangerous subs
For my protection and my protection only
This boss balla slippin whatchu thought i was phony?

[chorus]
Fresh up out my coupe de ville, i popped my collar twice
About my money this loot is real, plus i'm dipped in ice
I got a fat mansion on the hill, cause i made a mill'
So if you see me please believe, cause i'm yo' potnah still

[e-40]
(pop ya collar!) it's all from the wrist
(pop ya collar!) been poppin my collar since moby was a goldfish..
.. leavin 'em curious
Hoppin out of my lincoln continental, signature serious..
.. parkin lot pimpin!
One of my niggaz yell (hold me down) while i was pissin
Is that young 40 y'all?
Drunk as fuck and about to fall?

[b-legit]
Done washed my shoes, the gators they bite
Baby bright light but not my type
But if she want tonight, she come with dollars
She either holler, or pop a nigga collar
I'm fresh up out that coupe de ville
Four times gold on my vogue wheels
Big sunroof with the insides ill
Gotta give it to the boy he got skills

[chorus]

[e-40] made a mill'.. uh-huh, hoe beatch!

[d-shot]
(pop ya collar!) i done stepped on in
(pop ya collar!) now can i come up?
All these freaks hang out at the dump
Me and my dogs got this party on pump
All the hoes look like they wanna hump
I'm bout to pull a lil' lightweight stunt

[e-40]
On a mizznission about that cut
Rough, buck, smokin on a blizznut
Ticked, pucked, ?? ?? was loc'd
Dick, van dyke, all up in her truck
Lick, at night, e-feezy ain't no punk
Gobble, swallow, get her hella drunk
40 ounce bizznottle, til i tr-uh-trump
Tip, hollow, mizzmillimeter thump
Feels no sinorrow for a sucka sap chump
Ya underdig? yeah just
Y'know just tug on your lil' shirt
Pull it a lil' bit

[chorus 2x]

[e-40 over chorus]
That's what we do out this way.. twice!
Dipped in ice..
Where? made a mill'
I'm still yo' potnah
Uh-huh.. northstar
Yeah.. dipped in ice..
Where this at? you made a what?
Uh-huh.. i'm still yo' potnah nigga
(pop ya collar!) homeboy
(pop ya collar!)

(what is it?)
It's pimpin, what.. (what is it?)

[chorus]
It's pimpin with me, what is it with you?
Bitch hit the strip and do what you do
(pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
(i'll be right back, when i be right back)

[repeat chorus]

[e-40]
Tryin to have a stable full of, gregarious, clear bitches
Professional wonderful ladies of leisure, merrylicious
That'll get undressed at the drop of a dime at my request
And believe that, e'rytang i tell her to do is for the best
Hoe you in violation, you in the red, wait a minute hoe
You mean to tell me you tryin to jump camp
After a big ol' player like me done buttered yo' bread?
You free to go, i ain't gon' tell you no mo'
I told you twice, you'll be back cause you need, pimpin in yo' life
That's how you gotta get at these broads, you gotta check 'em
Man a hoe'll walk all over ya if you let 'em
I give her a chinese name (what?) won gone
Then i stab out, with my ham sandwich, fleetwood brougham
Break a bitch, pimp shit, l-r-p's
Long range pimpin hoe, overseas
Whites blacks filipinos, viet-ma-nese
Atlantic city, vegas, reno nigga please believe

[chorus]

[chorus two]
(it's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! that-a-way
(it's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! that-a-way
(it's pimpin)

[e-40]
She was a baby (baby) she was lame (lame)
Til i turned her out, now she's pussy trained
Pussy trained, not potty trained, but pussy trained
Pimpin you hard, you got some game!
This one of the ones, i like this knock
Who did the beat? my nigga rik rok
He a fool - that shit on hit
You know what this remind me of? some of that dr. dre shit
Blarin, imagine that shit on blast
At the arco station after the club, pumpin some gas

(wait a minute, wait; hey hold up.. ba-ba-bump-bump! *car horn*
Ba-ba-bump-ah *car horn* baby.. ay sweetie! ay look here baby
Underdig this, ya underdig? ay look here
You need to get with a boss, tell that day old seven to get lost
Yeah, cause all he gon' is damage you
All i wanna do is manage you)

[chorus]

[chorus two]

[e-40]
She said - just take me out to the pimp pic-nic
I'ma put it down for you..
Represent that sic'wid'it
Whatever you want me to do!
She loves me (loves me) she loves me not (loves me not)
As far as family, i'm all she got (all she got)
Pimpin and panderin, handlin these hoes
Penitentiary chancin it (?) with these hoes
Checkin the track, collectin my scratch, and slammin cadillac doors
Countin my stack, spat to them straps
Directin the mannerisms of these hoes
Ready for war, never too to', with taylor shoes on my toes
Sickin my beotches on these rappers cause they be payin these hoes

[chorus]

[chorus two]

[e-40]
F'real f'real nigga, i bet you that
I see a bitch nigga i bump the fattest bitch in the club
Nigga bout my pimpin nigga, i give a fuck and a half
I refuse to be livin under a bridge an'
Pushin some motherfuckin grocery baskets pimpin
Y'knahmean? (cause it ain't in a bitch beauty
It's in her duty mayne, youknahmsayin?)
Please believe that (yeah a real pimp'll
Put a wig on a pig mayne, i mean so fat)
Fo'shiggidy
Hey nigga hey nigga doe i'm just curious doe pimpin
Hey man straight up how many hoes you got doe f'real?
(man i'm six deep with no sleep man
I mean fat knees, to clackin they toes
A tappin, i'm bout a pimp smackin
I don't do nuttin but finesse rest and dress man
And let these bitches do the rest, y'knahmean?)
Fo'shiggidy (i pimp so fat)
That is the best game i can smell pimpin
I promise you, it don't get no better mayne
(i mean, i used to do this since way back when man
I didn't even have a car, i used to have a swing man
And i'll put a bitch on the fifteen gurney in a hurry man
And tell that bitch, that-a-way!)
It's pimpin to me..
(it's pimpin..)
(it's pimpin!)

Shit, if the shoe fit, wear it, fuck it
Beotch!

Chorus: e-40 (repeat 2x)

To whom this may concern
All you rappers with all that fetti to burn
The industry is finicky so let me make this clear
They'll have a new nigga next year!!

[verse one]
I know you're shinin like a light
I know your record sales is politics and hype
I know you're boohoo'n
Cause none of your royalty statements never had a check attached to 'em
Famous but unrecouped; circumstances predicated on
Large-ass video budgets, and takin out advancements
Uhh, march and september, that's quite a ways 40 - 40?
Oh he get paid every thirty days shorty!
Uhh, i ain't no lame
I'm different from y'all, i come from the game
(from the game) i ain't gotta explain
I been hella raw, i been spittin game
I seen you on the billboard
I saw you when you got that mtv award
Uh, number one on soundscan
Congratulations playa; dude can i shake yo' hand?
Oh you don't wanna shake my hand, now you too good now?
Oh it's like that you 'sidin on yo' folks now?
Enjoy it while you're here..
.. they'll have a new nigga next year!!

Chorus

[verse two]
Uhh, air-play, program directors from the bay
Don't support they rappers in the yea (in the yea)
They figure we ain'ts real hip-hop (hip hop)
They lookin for some mainstream flip-flop (flip)
But i ain't finsta sit down (sit down)
Sit down and wait for this shit to come back around
Shit i just like to perk (whatchu like to do?)
I like to get out there and network
Charlie hustle fall off? i doubt it
Shit, when niggaz stop talkin about me
That's when i'm gon' worry about it
And if they do i'ma take the independent road
A hundred thousand units on the underground;
Playboy, that's ghetto gold!
Never breakin a sweat (a, a sweat)
Slangin albums from the internet (from the internet)
Ain't nuttin but respect here..
.. they'll have a new nigga next year!!

Chorus

[verse three]
My loyal fans wanna know why it's so noticeable
And how come none of e-40 lyrics
Ain't never been in the source 'hip-hop quotable'?
To tell the truth it's kinda irkin me, cause i don't know
I ain't rappin too fast, see y'all just listenin too slow
You can ask +zomba+ i'm about a thousand songs deep
Spittin ghetto anthems that i done had
I shoulda been ran out of heat (ran out of heat)
I had to prove myself first
I didn't get my deal based on a sixteen measure verse
Uhh, damn right and ever since dude 'pac passed away
The west coast ain't been eatin right
If he was alive i'd ask him for his opinionation
And if he was me what would he do in this sort of situation
Would he take off on these journalists, tell me what you think
For assassinatin motherfuckers characters with all that bad ink?
How they gonna have me top 50, #43?
I'm a hog, shit; that's why i don't fuck with blaze
I fuck with murder dog

Chorus 2x

[e-40]
Beatch!
See what i'm sayin? this shit is finicky
It's a fool out there, ya dum dums!
Smell this nigga?
Charlie hustle, millenium ballers nigga (beatch)
Thought you thoughtamajig (hoe!!!)

[nate dogg]
I don't know if you don't, but i know
Whenever the wind blows
I be chasin all of my cheese
Think i'm lyin? silly ne-gro please
My niggaz is out to get rich
Better watch out man, cause they sick
Somebody better get this dick
I'm about to get sic'wid dis shit
Although them niggaz is tight as tight as me they never will be
So what some niggaz is famous man some niggaz is out for they g's
Some niggaz is lovin hookers man some niggaz send hoes to they knees
Some niggaz will rescue a bitch
Some skanless niggaz'll let the hoe bleed

[chorus 2x: nate dogg]
If you gon' ride nigga go'n ride (zzzzoom)
If you gon' hide nigga go'n hide (witcho' bitch-ass)
If you gon' shoot nigga go'n shoot (doo doo doo doo doo doo)
If you gon' spook nigga go'n spook

[e-40]
The cherries, sirens, got me layin, po-po penelopes make
Noises, throughout the night, bring the yellow tape
They so, lost, bodies bagged up
Streets, blocked off, victims airlifted up
Lieutenants, bosses, block monsters, kingpins
Funkin, beefin, killin they best friends
And to prevent bloodshed we used to try to reason
But right now it's a drought, and ain't nobody eatin
So therefo' (therefo') there the problem right there
Ain't no jobs provided, so i'ma blame the mayor
Sinister mob, throughout the town
Y'all grew up on this shit, y'all love the sound
Y'all threw up on the shit, all on the tar
Got you twisted with the shit, dang near wreck yo' momma's car
Dirty needles, welfare checks
Poverty, despair, housin projects

[chorus]

[e-40]
Smeb with me, and nate dogg
M.d. 20/20 see that them breathin alcohol
Took a 40 to the head with me
Eightball, let your anger out, throw it up against the wall
{*glass breaks*} i dropped a c-note, didn't miss it
A little skank from the other side picked it up and kisses it like
{*smooch*} good luck, you deserve it and you makin it
Even though, my boyfriend n them be hatin it
I'm a top hat, them cats is mouses
I sport ice, cost mo' than niggaz houses
I'm nothing close to bein fake
I tried to tell them tricks a long time ago to get in this rap game
But it's too late
I'm on my way to my (where) studio session
Switchin ears, tryin to get a better reception
Changin gears, super size
Poppin wheelies in my, brand new ride

[chorus]

[e-40]
Glow in the dark night vision, solar ray tinted glass
Power heated side through mirrors, ?? back airbags
Off the new with the stump
My cadillac dts deville 32 valve ain't no punk
Get up outta here some ol' jacklin and square
Hollered adjitudes and ate the gravel
I said i ain't no mark-ass any ol' rapper
Potnah i was built for battlin
And about all that ol' jaw-jackin you doin potnah i ain't playin
You get your head put on flat, think it's a game
I got choppers done fucked with jelly jaws
Screwed a few, bitches in my car
A temper problem, i can't hide
Issues, violence, problems deep inside

[nate dogg]
Although them niggaz is tight as tight as me they never will be
So what some niggaz is famous man some niggaz is out for they g's
Some niggaz is lovin hookers man some niggaz send hoes to they knees
Some niggaz will rescue a bitch
Some skanless niggaz'll let the hoe bleed

[chorus] - 1.5x

[e-40]
You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'?
(aight) let's go
Uhh, a little more volume pimp yeah, okay
Just tell me when.. yeah
It's mobbin - this shit sinister
Straight sinister mob
Rick rock you did this? (yeah!)

[verse one]
I don't spit metaphors (metaphors) i spit l-r-p's
On these dark murky bloody streets of vallejo, where i get my cheese
Never mind the trauma playa, you don't wanna be wearin a helmet
I'm not divin back in the cocoa plant game mr. johnny law i'm celibate
Rebellion, slightly throwed off, but hella smart (smart)
Got the mouthpiece of a pimp (and what?)
And a perm like reverand sharp' (sharp')
Now tell me if i'm wrong (wrong)
If i open up my, own barbershop, and get me a small business loan
Gotta lay it down for a minute (whatcha gon' do?) do what you do
If you in the jail, don't let the jail get in you
And the c-h-p's think they slick, trick
They got a new device out there for high-speedin called the spice drips
See potnah dude right there (uh-huh) he talk more shit than my batch
But he's a coward (coward) and plus a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch
He's a wussy (wussy) if i didn't know better, seriously
Pimpin, you'd think he got a pussy (got a pussy)

[chorus: e-40]
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal

[verse two]
Oooh, he was listenin to my tape (to my tape)
He was on his way home last night
Out of bounds and they got him at the plate (at the plate)
Soon as he put his foot on the porch, they to' his ass up
(what he had comin?) he had it comin (oh boy)
Now keep in mind (mind)
This nigga done been shot (how many times?) fo' or five times
This nigga done been shot, three times befo' this time
(for what?) for lyin, and havin numerous conversations with the law
(for what?) for spyin and havin diarrhea of the jaw (of the jaw)
I don't get along with undercover
Like republican and democrat, we don't cut for each other
I think it's hella wrong when us brothers
Rat each other out, and roll on one another
Oooh, dis rap is just like the coke game
(illegal dope, but it's cutthroat)
Dis coke game is just like the rap game
(with saditty, plastic ass folk)

[chorus]

[verse three]
Oooh, like a tittie i used to buy my gal the songs
To send my breezy up in albertson's
Just to make grocery just to play it off
Why (why?) because.. i figure if i did it it'll be too obvious
But whaddayou mean too obvious? sheist
Arm & hammer baking soda in gumbo pots white napkin wipin
Oh i see - that makes a lot of sense
Pimpin you kinda smart huh? ain't never had to hit a fence
You got boys? (boys?) do i, strength
What did you start off with? a sixteenth, a pinch
You sittin fat (fat) i know that for a fact
Don't let these glasses fool, see i just look like that
Be the first one to pop a cap, first one to put one through ya
Don't think just cause i rap, that i won't take it to ya
I don't think you squares understand
You ain't fuckin wit a boy (who you fuckin wit?)
You fuckin wit a man

[chorus]

[e-40]
That's big spittin, oh boy, fo' sho'
Motherfuckers ain't stickin to the script no mo'
(nah they ain't stickin to the script)
You know that's why when you find a real cat
(what you supposed to do?) find a real tycoon on your team?
(uh-huh) you gon' cherish that pimpin-ass nigga mayn y'know?
(fo' sho') cause they hard to come by mayn, just like a bitch mayn
Just like bitches are hard to come by, the good ones?
Niggaz is hard to come by; real niggaz y'know?
That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some real shit, dig that
Oh boy! uhh.. (not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin)
(yeah we fly straight around this motherfucker)
(we pimps in this bitch, we stay spittin these l-r-p's, oh boy!)
(dig that, that's why we mobb like this, dig this nigga, beotch!!)

[e-40 talks over intro]
Nigga up in this motherfucker
I mean i been fuckin with this motherfuckin burgundy carpet pimpin
What about you pimpin, i mean i know you fuckin around with that
Purple bag youknowhatimean? that crown royal, oh boy!
I mean, we got, we got a whole bunch of player-ass niggaz
Up in this m'uhfucker right here today
We got that nigga.. e-feezy, too $hort, knahmean
Pimp c up in this motherfucker, nigga pastor troy

[too $hort]
Damn fool.. i hits free (free) it ain't wholesale
Just got through hittin it so well, at a hotel
But don't tell (don't tell) i cuss your fuckin ass out bitch
Fuck yo' drunk-ass and watch you pass out bitch (beitch)
And when you wake up, i tell you anything
You fucked me so good bitch, you deserve a wedding ring
I practice what i preach, ridin vogues and findin hoes
I told her i'd buy some clothes, but i'd be lyin to hoes
I ain't buyin her shit, bitch i can't do that
I had to jump in my car, and call you a cab
Cause i'm out.. you know i'm all about fuckin hella good
Take the rubber off i'm in your mouth comin to a town (beatch)
Near you, real soon..
Infiltratin hoes nigga, we some real fools (real fools)
And it's true, and baby girl knows it too
Ask her shit, she'll tell you how i do it fool

[chorus]
Doin the fool! - ain't no love motherfucker we breakin the rules
Doin the fool! - niggaz like me ain't got nuttin to lose
Doin the fool! - we servin you haters straight off the top
Doin the fool! - just to let you know this shit don't stop

[pastor troy]
Okay okay up next, oh, it's the boss, from the home of the braves
Down here chillin with e-40 cause it's time to get paid
C'mon, actin a fool, cause y'all know how i'ma do
She fucked me, pimp c, and $hort too
I drank no brew, it's remi, that special kind
Don't fuck with who? my nigga, you out yo' mind
Fresh off the grind, my niggaz is the killers
Actin a fool bout this motherfuckin scrilla
No one no trill'a, but tell them, i'm down mayne
Go grab my leather, and get into some gangster shit
So if it's cool, it's cool..
But just that quick, i act a fool..

[chorus]

[e-40]
But i ain't never been a sucker
I ain't never been a mark
I ain't never been a busta
I ain't never been a simp, potnah i always had heart
Papered up hustlin never 'posed to handcuff a beaotch, mon
Pimp to the hoe, protect the trick beaotch, mon
Be extra mannish (extra mannish) get some skull
Purple bag, crown royal (royal)
Gotcha beaotch actin mannish, think she spoiled (spoiled)
Mummar kamali(?) all over her body, she used to that
Potnah big 40 had it like that
Cadillac (cadillac) sittin on buttons, 32 valve
The dts (dts) half a gallon to the mile
Platinum chest (platinum chest) lite brite, love to smile
What a mess (what a mess) horny fucked me on my desk
Kitchen tile (kitchen tile) then she swallowed up the rest
Ask me how (ask me how) a fat ass cum shot on her breast
She said, "it's been a while since i had sex" (what she say?)
She said, "it's been a while since i had sex" (what she say?)
(she said, oooh oooh.. oh boy!)

.. c'mon c'mon, okay okay! ..

[chorus]

.. c'mon c'mon ..

[pimp c]
Comin down in candy car, smokin on some candy bar
Everyday i'm choppin blades, comin through on old school maids
Got in this game so heavily, just like frankie beverly
Silly nigga that southern girl
Put cocaine up in your world
Cause i'm a young ass nigga on the slab
Comin through in a whippin nav'
I used to be out on the ave
But now all my keys got the midas stamp
Change my name to sweet jones
Smell like sixty-four dollar cologne
Comin down in burgundy brougham
And i keep a chip off in my phone
Sweet jones, bitch! hold up
Smoke somethin..

.. c'mon c'mon ..