doubt em Me and my, me and my, me and, me and my bitch Me and my, me and my, me and, me and my bitch I love her panties my nigga she love my dirty draws
me what you workin with (What you workin with) Show me what you workin with (What you workin with) Show me what you workin with [x2] [E-40:] Make that
in my pocket, The kind of career I'm havin' at this age defies logic I'm tryna get my one's up stack my issues Finger on my stapler or should I say pistol
right here mane I'm getting money out here mane this me And ain't goin nobody goin run me outta here mane I got this late night shift [Hook: E-40] I'
all the po-po know my name My fame bigger than my bank, I'm throwing heavy change You can find me at the shooting range perfecting and practicing my aim Me and my
Derek Jones (BITCH) I been selling my own with my cell phone me and my own money Just me and my family I don't know nobody But my fans and my folks and
my 2010 suburban BEATCH! My right pocket be feudin with my left pocket Cause my left pocket be havin a thumper in it My left pocket be feudin with my
that be bustin He don't love nothin, his pockets on slim So when you go outside you better watch out for him [Verse 1: E-40] When my lil grimey nigga
(graveyard shift) Grave-graveyard shift D-Boys don't quit When the sun goes down it's still money to get (the graveyard shift) [Verse 1: E-40] Uhh,
and watch my back I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked, windshield cracked? windshield cracked I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked My old bitch
[feat. Hot & Laroo T.H.H.] [Verse 1: E-40] Uh! Let me go and knock my verse down and beat this track back This one of em party starters mane make the
serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin [Chorus] [Tupac] C-Bo and D-Shot, E-40, Richie Rich [E-40] Da Bay, beitch! [Verse Three: E-40, Richie
bitch Infa-infa Infamous Up in this [Verse 1:] I'm the king of the coast, I'm a rider for real Dickies, T-shirts, that's my deal Keep my peripheral in
E-40, Rappin 4-Tay, Spice-1) Weeble-lations!! [E-40] Weeble-lations testin, testin. Testin, testin, hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes
kickin my ass? Who is my friends who is my foes? Who do I ask, when I want to know somethin about somethin but I don't know nothin my ignorance be keepin me
I wrap a long stem of thorns around the heartland of America Achy Breaky hate me scarin' ya Okey Dokey Oklahoma bombing blame me Suspect unknown stereotype and name me
on a mutha fuckin bitch And then I slain So say my fuckin name in vane BONEZ DUBB They call me that cause I'm ready for my fate My wicked memories remind me
(feat. E-40, Mack 10) [E-40:] Aight, one O this E Fizee I gotta, I gotta thank my math teacher 'Count Dracula' Who just teaches a brother how to, you
