into a monster, eatin' weak MC's up Smokin' trees up, pinnin' hoes knees up Feds wouldn't ease up, had to put the keys up Findin' Jesus prayin' fo the
scrapped [Chorus] [Outro: E-40] And there you have it E-40 the bonzerelli The ballatician from the Soyo block soil Turf hall, been through it all Hard 'til we have it
wake it up! Feel! See I'm about to wake it up! Feel! I'm about to wake it up! Don't It feel so good girl? [Verse 1 - E-40] I keep it 100's, don't
it, mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
do it anyway you like Only catch is you can't stay the night Wake up, fix your hair and your make-up We make a good couple but now we gotta break-up B
talkin] Uh, I'm jus gettin warmed up, let's warm up, I'm still in my warm up suit y'all YO, that's how I had it locked Through the bags on the baddest
they want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it You
, I spend it and toss around New York, it's time we flip it, where you from? Ladies, it's time we flip it, where you from? Now tell me who was the true
this dunn Look I'm never shook down even when I was on the run I'm a rebel, I love rebel people You're not equal, you damn creep you I wake up in the
residue, biotch Bullshit ain't nothin' You see we gone keep this thuggin' And mean muggin', jump until it's a done deal You see E-40 and Sick Wid, it
Let's get sick wid it, baby Sick wid it, baby, yeah Let's get sick wid it, baby Said, I'm gonna get so sick wid it, yeah Said I'm gonna get high I don
hoe tip off and get tipsy She got dick on her lips, up in the Embassy And be home befo' fo', snuggled up witcha Wake up and pretend to make love witcha
the flo' Swearin' up and down, you neva' gonna drink no mo' But I get to' up, from the flo' up, and never throw up One little wine cooler and you wanna beat yo' hoe up
I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche Tell 'em
son I'm gifted N-i-n-e, came up in lights I rock mics, down with street fights and chalice pipes Niggaz know my steelo I'm 40 below Deep flow, act like
only kick it with other black people with cheddar Same lifestyle: legal or illegal It be us, swinging a three fuck getting skeed up with peanuts Which leads up
niggaz only kick it with other black people with cheddar Same lifestyle: legal or illegal It be us, swinging a three fuck getting skeed up with peanuts Which leads up
get it get it, when I hit it hit it Shit it's hard being me Did it did it occur that you ain't seeing me? Quit it quit it, give up the mic device B Cause