E-40 feat. Marty James & One Block Radius Rick Rock Horns Lyrics

Revenue Retrievin': Day Shift Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Back in Business
  • 2 Whip It Up
  • 3 Bitch
  • 4 Undastandz Me
  • 5 Duck
  • 6 I Get Down
  • 7 The Art of Story Tellin'
  • 8 Fuck You Right
  • 9 This a Boy
  • 10 I'ma Teach Ya How to Sell Dope
  • 11 The Weedman
  • 12 Lightweight Jammin'
  • 13 Everyday Is a Weekend
  • 14 Got It
  • 15 Rick Rock Horns
  • 16 Dem Boyz
  • 17 Outta Control
  • 18 All I Need
  • 19 It's Gotta Get Betta
  • [VERSE 1: E-40]
    I need mine, quick fast in a hurry, pronto
    Sucker run up and get a three-piece combo
    Northern California, from the slums of the V
    Where a dopefiend'll kill ya for a balloon of Khadafi
    I'm on a special sauce right now, I'm oiled up, I'm turnt
    Drankin, blankin, weeded, burnt
    Bumpin my favorite rapper, go by the name of E-4-O
    He was sayin shit 20 years ago y'all niggas just now though
    It's over they head like a flying saucer, some of these suckers lost
    Never had close encounters with the streets or the cops
    My watch and my batteries, my rims and my tyres
    My (?) regulator, starter and my amplifier
    Old school sidin on them though
    Memphis mojo, adio, hoe
    Woofers, tweeters, horns, slaps
    Hookers, heaters, warrants, traps

    [CHORUS: Marty James]
    I ain't gettin fed up tryin get this bread up
    Ain't nobody fuckin with me
    Come from Vallejo, pimps pushin tail
    Triple beam scales got keys
    I know fools bark 'bout what they got
    But I'm really feedin these streets
    Drug, smack, meth, pills, trees
    Show me what you need

    [VERSE 2: E-40]
    I just got off the phone with my pimp partner, he pimp hoes
    Say he don't want no black girls, he want some pink toes
    Some pink toes? Yeah, some white girls, mayne
    They easy to manipulate, persuade and play with they fuckin brain
    I said, "Man you a fool, why you do like that?"
    He was like, "Feezy you know I'm about them dollars, mayne, I'm a mack"
    I gotta admit, ever since I known him he kept a bad batch
    A stable of hoes, kinda like those in a pocket full of snacks
    Man, we some Bay boys, till we dead and gone
    We like to talk slick and sly like the Family Stone
    Little one-dollarnaires with big dreams in our eyes
    Waitin for things to mature, waitin for things to materialize
    I know some niggas that been shot in the head - and lived
    I know some niggas that been shot in the leg - and died
    I know some folks, they got they top split like a bagel
    For snitchin and rollin over and tellin on folks like (?)

    [CHORUS: Marty James]
    I was born to sell, never snitch and tell
    I keep stackin my cheese
    Got folks up in jail, hell with no bail
    The judge threw away them keys
    Now I know fools bark 'bout what they got
    But I'm really feedin these streets
    Chip phones, laptops, bootleg DVD's
    Just tell me what you need

    [VERSE 3: E-40]
    Gotta go pick up my folks from the Greyhound station, he 33
    Said he ain't had pussy since pussy had he
    He went in when he was a baby, fresh out of Tehachapi
    Started off in juvy, ended up in the penitentiary
    Solid to the core, solidified, y'all
    Say, "40 they love you, mayne, your name good behind them walls"
    I said, "'preciate it, felly, I'm just tryina play my part
    Stick to the rules and regulations the way that I was taught"
    California raised a pit, not a (?) or a chihuahua
    Might do it or might send it, bust your head like a piñada
    If you start it I'ma end it, I got the money and the power
    It's paid for, not rented, same color as clam chowder
    I got my right hand on my chest like I pledge allegiance
    Tweekin and trippin on how fast my heart is beatin
    Sour diesel chokin and smokin and blowin and puffin all day, my son
    Loved one, I'm loaded like a shotgun

    [CHORUS: Marty James]
    Got goons on the corner, all through California
    You know 40 Water runs deep
    Half desperation, half determination
    Hustlin is made of these
    Now I know fools bark 'bout what they got
    But I'm really up in these streets
    Spit real game - take heed
    Just tell us what you need

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