There is something going on down here... In Vallejo.
FedEx!
In Vallejo, California --> E-40 In Vallejo.
In Vallejo, California --> E-40
[Chorus: Suga T]
He said he`s just a, timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex
High-powered lawyers, and a
young nigga havin his wayyyy!
[Verse One: E-40]
Lil` mannish ass nigga on restriction
cryin with his motherfuckin nose in the corner
Broke up out of that old punk shit and said,
Momma I`ma do what the fuck I wanna!
Hit the streets and make a wheelbarrow full of bread if I end up dead
then press delete -- I`m tired of eating powdered meat
Within a nigga timah to get to the grind, so that boy scored a quarter key
Two hundred and fifty-two electronic milligrams
We`ll sell it like a coke candy organization
and I`m plugged with it, bail off into that old high-powered shit
These are the type of niggaz that`ll let a nigga know
when the drought about to hit, my ?peach and jelly?
Get a 40 and mask it, post it on God
Because me got me scratch paper buried in the backyard
Me and my Click roll thick f`real and be thinkin of funk like you a moth
Problems nigga? Let that go or get your head tooken off
Catch you out of bounds on the wrong fuckin s-oil
Wrap that ass up like aluminim f-oil
I`m Fed Ex, heavy duty nigga, pushin weight (pushin weight)
From sardines and Spam to Teriyaki steak; motherfucker ain`t but
plus sixteen, fuckin around with the skillet, makin a killin
Runnin through three or four units a week on the over over
Puttin the Whammy on em (Whammy on em)
Cake up and baking soda, ALL THAT old shit
(What`s yo` occupation?) Motherfucker I`m a timah
[Chorus: Suga T]
Timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex
High-powered lawyers, and a
young nigga havin his wayyyy!
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
[Verse Two: E-40]
Bitch I thought ya knew, bitch I thought ya knew -- huh, now check it
I`m to the point where I don`t touch it no mo`
You probably got lieutenants and killers all on the squadron
with po-po`s on payroll, huh
Lavish vehicles, they only make life fo`-up
Front row seats at the fights, takin long expensive flights, huh
Q`s, P`s, birth certificates and fake ID`s
Like to drink liquor, with beadies and leaves
The motherfuckin fuzz wanna stop us
Found our fingerprints on some choppers
Listenin to the scanner, I hear the Penelope`s say
Man uhh, them nigger boys, I can`t stand uhh
Young hoodlums sellin hawk, cloggin up the block
Inna come-a new 6-double-zero drop
We party in mansions V.I.P.`s nigga fuck a flier
Invite celebrities like E-40 and J.R. Ridah, timah
I`m so serious!
I`m so serious brotha!
I`m so serious brotha!
I got n....
[Chorus: Suga T]
He said he`s just a, timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex
High-powered lawyers, and a
young nigga havin his wayyyy!
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
Let em know, let em know main
Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow
*cell phone rings*
Hall-oh?? Wassup fool!
Whas happenin who dis? Nigga it`s yo` boy!
My bo-...?
WHASSUP YOU TIMAH WHEN YO` ASS GOIN TOWN?
On a mission about my mail, to the hillside of Vallejo (7X)
[Verse Three: E-40]
You niggaz got me fucked, FUCKED UP
Me yanked myself up out the game, hold up, motherfucker
I got bills to pay, nigga if you don`t get out my way
I`m gonna peels your toupee
I`m in it to stay and I`m straight from the Bay
but I never woulda thought that I would feel like
