E 40 - Dey Ain't No

Zapp IV beneath the ashtray  woofers in the back 
Water in the duals make loud glass pack 
Gold tippytoes without a liquor crown 
Bought a set of vogues and left the  stickers on 
Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks 
Paid cash  all ones 
Some old bitch came up to me and said  `What`s the latest bro?` 
I said  `I`m tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas hoe` 
She said  `Can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard` 
I said, `You can work the strips and on my boulevard` 
`How much would I make?` I said, `Mega 
Just bring me back my scrill scratch paper` 
Heart heart money money street street hustle 
Sex, drugs, smuggle, bubble 
Horns, dialin, speakers, subbin 
Sound just like the inside of a club-bin 
How many times could a Conrad come so buttery? 
Always on to` back have people lovin me 
Alcoholic drunk that ain`t no gimmick B 
I`m always in and out the Betty Ford clinic see 
Drunk paraphenalia cream butterscotch 
Illegal like a garbage of hover rocks 
Workin off my pager you know the ropes I`m makin that 
cabbage cornbread like Oprah 
Diamond satch-uels from ja-fuckin-hoe 
Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt 
In a Major Way I tried to told ya 
Niggaz have my shit fucked back in the days but now they know a 
Sold a bunch of units underground 
They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town 
Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main 
But I`m alive, they was talkin about somebody else main 
*chorus* 
We say dem niggaz P.H. 
But dey really ain`t knowin, dey ain`t no 
Me rather stack more papes 
And steady get to bubblin, yeah fo` sho` 
Revenues, on my mind 
I can`t hold back, now`s the time 
Bust a dope addict crack fiend in the jaw 
Fool had his spook on tried to steal my car 
Da Bay, where hoes be janky, sheist 
And niggaz, do so much dirt we got lice 
Prices, go up and down like a teeter-totter 
Filthy shit, ring around the collar 
Just the other day I heard a Bootsy nigga shout 
`Man that nigga don`t be doin all that damn shit he talk about` 
Fools think they know me think they got me figured out 
But nigga... nigga?!! 
I plays this shit for bread and meat 
So nigga if you feel froggish leap 
I don`t smoke dog food sherm loop or snow 
But I leave a trail of beadies everywhere I go 
So tell a friend like Alpha Beta 
I`m gonna get it like T.C. the money maker, I know you`re with it 
Mayday mayday, unexplained object comin your way 
Breaker breaker it`s E-40 bitches call me the ahh 
ballin ass, tight clean talkin Big Willer 
Money hungry, penny pinchin stingy nigga 
On the sc-rilla, always on the go-getter 
Scoop a baitch and we can split her 
*chorus* 
Me have no time for de bullshiters (4X)