(Rich) Let`s do this shit
(E-40) Motherfuckers want they pockets swell.
Smebbin` now, dope train, shit, fuck it.
(Rich) 19...90 ughh...415
(E-40) 40 up in this bitch.
[First Chorus: repeat 2X]
(E-40) Motherfucker! (E-40)
(Rich) You can`t even fuck with me (R.R)
(E-40) Cause in a major motherfuckerin` way (E-40)
(Rich) It`s on! (R.R)
(E-40) It`s like knick-knack, paddy-whack give a dog a bone
[Verse One: Richie Rich]
I got a flow so sick it runs a temperature of 101
on the daily, that`s why it pays me
And over 3 billion served, yeah, I`m runnin this like Mickey D
So drive through
If I let you slide through
Could you funk wit`a nigga wit` a resume
Rich`ll never play
And every rapper can`t come this way
So when I come bow down
100% I represent the east side of the Oaktown
I throw a boss type of flossy flow
But can you catch it
`Cause when it gets hectic
I`m well respected
And I`m that nigga serverin` tit for tat
Twamp for twamp
From the hills and the valleys into the deep swamps
I leave no stones untouched when I bust
It`s strictly mental
As I load all your dope into my rental
And kick yo` ass to the curb
And when you get served
I let you know, Eastside`s what I swerve
No I`m comin` up cheap(?), beat after beat
Makin` mail off a known to fluke(??)
[First Chorus]
[Verse Two: E-40]
I`m from the Old School, Yes indeed
I give my right arm for some good gold(?) weed
I went through a whole lot just to feed the tummy
And I refuse to lose the value money
My shit is real, blunts and phillies
Ain`t nuttin` fake like them silicone titties
I`d rather make big bread instead
Regulate, get off in the bitches head
Just like all you toe-up hoes
Niggas wanna test my testicles
Nigga you my nigga
If you don`t get no damn bigga
Niggas don`t wanna see me when I`m off that damn liquor
Fo` scheezy, what`s wrong wit` yo` pimpin`, I gets busy
Bitches love when I`m limpin, 40 watch your roll
That`s what they tell me back home, when I be gone, but it be on
[First Chorus] + [Additional]
(E-40) Motherfucker!
(Rich) You don`t wanna see me
(E-40) Cause in a major motherfuckin way
(Rich) Fool, it`s on!
(E-40) It`s on
(E-40) Knick-Knack, paddy-whack, give a dog a bone
[Verse Three: Richie Rich]
Jack of all trades, ballin` like Jordan
You punk, fake inside the paint
In fact I know you can`t
Do half of the shit you was claimin` in the county
Suckas on yo` jock
You claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta you cracked in half
Claim you foldin` bank
But I know yo` bank stank
I lived around the corner
I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some moe
You ate a buck `o` four
You sold your TV for a (??) cause it was way too late
And when they sent you up state I heard you gained some weight
So youse a baller, lyin to them youngsters quick
Got `em thinkin` you sick and representin` yo` click
But youse a old school thinkin too much hype
Yo` bicentenial bike(?) it got ugghh... rally stripes
If they knew yo` identity
You`d probably be the victim of a stickin`
You ain`t got to lie to kick it
(E-40) I ain`t no laggin`(?)
(E-40) That nigga 40 and his cousin Richard Jackson
[First Chorus]
