[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 call
(Gotta Get A) Meal Ticket lyrics
ed 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 th
Do It Clean lyrics

I've got a handful of this
What do I do with it
I've got a barrel of this
What do I do with it
I do it clean
I do it clean
Do it clean
Do it clean know what I mean
Do it clean
Do it clean know what I mean
I mean
Where am I going
Where have I been
Where are you going
Where have I been
I've been here
I've been there
I've been here there everywhere
Here there nowhere
Iszy bitzy witzy witzy everywhere
I've been here and I've been there
I've been
I had a ha
e 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 ca
In The Realm Of The Midnight Sun lyrics

Black lights, shattered dreams, broken hopeshadows over my pale facearound the storm once again rageand the wind blow hard and cold while the northern lightdances its sad danceThe Moon throws its freezing light, and warm my frozen soulworld have casted me and pushed me down into a darknesswhere only cold and fear can reach mei am alone, even my tears leave me and dissapear...I sink deeper, stumbling through the vast labyrinth of sadnessthe
p, 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!!)