E-40 Rules & Regulations Lyrics

Charlie Hustle: The BluePrint of a Self-Made Millionaire Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 L.I.Q.
  • 2 Ballaholic
  • 3 Cause I Can
  • 4 Get Breaded
  • 5 Look at Me
  • 6 Duckin’ & Dodgin’
  • 7 Fuckin’ They Nose
  • 8 Seasoned
  • 9 Earl That’s Yo’ Life
  • 10 Rules & Regulations
  • 11 Borrow Yo’ Broad
  • 12 Do What You Know Good
  • 13 Mouthpiece
  • 14 Big Ballin’ With My Homies
  • 15 Ghetto Celebrity
  • 16 Gangsterous
  • 17 Brownie Points
  • My killers don't take out dope fiends, my killers take out factors
    My killers ain't even from out here dude
    My killers some out-of-town freelancers
    Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt
    Broccolis up under they belt
    A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt
    "Forty, there go that *****
    That sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set"
    You mean that soap for that synthetic dope
    That ripped me, that **** that was wet kid?
    Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
    Within the next few days, potnah came up missin'
    See a lot of these *****s ***** up
    And crack under pressure when it's time they facin'
    Get to bumpin' they gums, rollin' over
    Breakin' the rules and regulations
    Wild ***** not stickin' to the script
    And get the jacket put on yo' *** for life
    What jacket? Batch, this jacket,
    That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice
    That's why we can't be talkin' and bein' all careless on these phones
    I know technology now
    Allows po'-po' to look inside walls and see inside homes
    I know all I was tryin' to do
    Is buy my little daughter a brand new pair of Jordan's
    That's important, but you gotta remember
    To stay one step ahead of the law enforcement
    Be short with all of yo' ****
    Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy
    Talkin' pig-latin keep you employed
    Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies
    Call on yo' ***, have wisdom, use your brain
    Auction off yo' assets *****, sell yo' trophies, sell yo' Mustang
    You know what that bring? Ching ching
    Playa potnah ************ dude that's some mail
    Convertible top, black on black interior exterior
    He gon' be worth about twelve
    Talkin' about you was savin' it for your little nephew to scatter
    ***** don't you know anything over 20 years old is a classic?

    Regulation number 1, keep yo' business to yo' lonesome
    Regulation number 2, make sure the product you carry is wholesome
    Regulation number 3, make yo' cheese, never eat it
    Regulation number 4, never put yo' trust in a hoe
    (The rules and regulations)

    [Chorus: x4]
    These are the things you need to know (The rules and regulations)

    Uh, you're 'posed to, you're 'posed to
    Play that damn game like it's supposed to be plinayed
    Always keep a bucket full of battery acid
    To throw yo' dope in just in case they raid
    That way they can't prosecute your residence
    Cause you done been already got rid of all the evidence
    Tryin' to get a buck, a buck?
    A soup pot, a blender and a measurin' cup
    In my section eight apartment complex
    Messy mattress, and dirty carpets
    "Nephew, did you get my message?"
    Yeah I got yo' message, you told me to clean up behind myself
    And scrape the residue up off the edges
    "What else?" Always look over my headrest and my rear view zone
    Cause triflin' be skanless and the skanless might try to follow me home
    Never tell a ************ what time you goin' cop or come back through
    Throw they *** off a bit, come back within the next day or two
    I don't need no cowards, just warriors on my team
    I don't sell coke no more dude, I sell mescaline

    Regulation number 5, when it's a drop ***** park yo' feet
    Regulation number 6, **** 12 and a box ? street
    Regulation number 7, don't take yo' business to where you livin'
    Regulation number 8, keep yo' heat but fly straight
    (The rules and regulations)

    [Chorus]

    Blaow, pushin' numbers on the dial-tone
    Took a swig of my 40 but I forgot I had the cap still on
    Look to my left and ask, honey for a light
    She looked at me and said, baby you alright?
    I said I'm cool, but ain't this **** supposed to relax us?
    Fired up a Newport, but I accidentally lit it backwards
    For some strange reason I had a feelin'
    That that hood-hoe ***** was sneaky
    Come to find out this ***** done laced my weed and slipped me a mickey
    Now I'm feelin' sweaty,
    Eyelids gettin' heavy,
    Stomach feelin' queasy (yawn)
    All of a sudden, now I'm slee-py
    Woke up naked, slowly regainin' my memory
    Well where did they find you? Around the corner from Applebee
    Over there by Costco, right there off the freeway
    Admiral Callahan Lane, yeah! Right next door to Safeway
    Stripped me clean, got me for some G's
    Set me up, stole my car keys
    Guess that's the consequences when you sellin' that D
    ****, next time I bet I take my drink to the bathroom with me

    Regulation number 9, check in those that get out of line
    Regulation number 10, don't sell yo' soul if you hit the pen
    Regulation number 11, keep yo' hooptie hot and revin'
    Regulation number 12, keep enough to pay your lawyer mail
    (The rules and regulations)

    [Chorus]

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