[Background:] (You're on You're on You're on You're on) [Chorus:] I'm on: One, One, One, One, One [x4] I'm on like a pot I cook up I got the hook up
now I'm ready to go, cause I'm open now Competition that's dissin gets broken down So just sit down, clown, or I'm smackin ya Cause I'm rough, yet smooth
upside down Man I drink too much, I got two dranks Man I think too much, I got two brains E-40, Fonzarelli, man I got two names I got two chains so I
my skin Motherfucker I'm a win! One foot in the grave (grave) the other one in the pen (pen) One hand on the scale (scale) the other one on my extennndo
E-40] I'm over the stove (stove) If this rap shit don't work man I'm tellin' ya I'm over the stove (stove) Saying I'm just saying I ain't playin' I'm
doo doo doo] I'm not a knock I'm the server Some of you niggaz become your own best customers I'm not a knock I'm the server [x4] Uhhhhah! Dibblin and
hold down the whole muthafuckin block Now I'm the nigga I'm that dude I'm the man (I'm the man) This shit I spittin' niggas don't understand BEATCH! I'm
1: E-40] This thang all the way on my got this thang beaten the trunk cruise I'm on a big ass bottle of beast on some motion spray cranberry juice And I
got it Fuck double platinum I'm try'na go double profit I'm in my own lane, that independent shit They back fuckin with me, a hundred thousand shit I'm
know, I love you I feel you I'm representing for you So I know I gotta certain amount of acclaim and everything so I bring the Bay with me I know E-40
they tided me down I put it back in the trunk Well I got mine on me homie, and if I have to I'll shoot Well I don't think I'm a sucka they better not
the lights are bright over the cityscape, I'm miles away from where the skies are gray, It's wider than a postcard, More than I could hope for, I no longer
mysteriously missin Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend most of my time on California crime Watching for thievin I'm cautious
club on one of the chrome things im crispy shinnin from my wrist to my gold chain anywhere i go i keep it hood i Never change if it aint got it in
Ridin' shotgun in V.I.P., SUV I'm S-U-P R-E-M-E Do a driveby in daylight like big Tray Dee When I yell out, "Peace" I want a piece of the pie Or I'm a
chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that! I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that! Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! That I-95 trip I'm 'bout
to the brain, to the greedy lil paper, I'm on the MTV news, I'm havin slugs fo shistey niggaz, tryin ta give me the blues, I ain't a mutha fuckin Italian