the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr. Trotter Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme So I'm just gon' set go down wit mine
Some gyal sen on quick Some gyal tek likkle longa But it quicka wen a alcohol dem unda So wah? Gyal no botha flex mean with di front Still a go beg you
the skills to pay the bills Plus I got the flow cause you know +The *Hit is Real+ What? Top notch, I give you nuttin but the raw talent But don't fake
Intro: E-40 *burrrp, burp* Yeah, hocus pocus, skiggedy skay It ain't nuttin but me That nigga E-40 Finna sprinkle some of you fools with some of this
Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go
The more money you earn The more money to burn (More money to burn) Make the sum cuz everything that glitters ain't go (glitters ain't go) Get on the
s thumbs down, prepare Killa bees it be warfare, this the year Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square If we go there we go gritty And spread
off the freeway at Broadway with saccage like a muthafucka Gots to parlay, I was off that Alize like everyday I was on stuck, hoes ain't shit So I fucked
nya! [E-40] Uhhhh, hah! [WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc? [E-40] Whassupish weebelations? [WC] $hort Dawg, we all hogs [TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it'
: Some gyal sen on quick Some gyal tek likkle longa But it quicka wen a alcohol dem unda So wah? Gyal no botha flex mean with di front Still a go beg
thumbs down, prepare Killa bees it be warfare, this the year Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square If we go there we go gritty And spread