Storm, you know how we do things Q-u-double-e- radio And the question of the day, Is who, and what you rep Caller number 1, you on the line [Verse 1
40 in the car a choppa in the crib The grenades down the street you gotta get it how you live I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do And
because you slammed The KC Tea gotta take Ea-sy, like E This is Techa Nina Kansas City Spiked Tea [Hook] What you want want What you need What you havin What
'em.. drippin like water [x8] [E-40:] Uh! (the candy man!) E-40! [Snoop Dogg:] Sticky icky! Snoop Dogg! DPG, MC Eiht, Goldie Loc [E-40:] E-40! Yeah
boy tell em got no shades and you already know how it's going down shirt on same color as a new pound Omg it's spraying two rounds soulja boy tell em what you do now and you
me on TV A-Rab President, Boss S-Beezy Swag you ain't seen me you cannot steal it Now watch the dance flow as opposite to kill it You do not get it,
Biancas we choosing Everybody lose it, listenin to our music [Verse 2: Big Ben] And they like, and they like, yup do that thing you do (I am) What you
plenty bones I put up What!? What!? What!? What!? You know what time it is, mothefuckers! [Ol' Dirty Bastard *singing* (Ms. Roxy)] Reunited and it feels so good
dick, and she set up good licks I treat her like a pit and holla - GET 'EM GIRL, GET HIS BRICK! You know if you snitch, what we do to tattletales Cut
you do it, ay Let me see you do it, ay Snap ya fingers, do ya step You can do it all by yo self Let me see you do it, ay Let me see you do it, ay Snap
how do you maintain You got to keep your mind on money (T H U G) Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want
can you live up to your name girl? I see you talk a good game girl! If I was da seven can I get eight? (Can I get eight?) Just buy you for goodness sake
so good girl? Good God Almighty! Look at that body Ma you holdin'! Girl you a banger! You ain't off the back porch, you're off the hanger! You working with something, you
and bugged I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz I'm everything you think you don't know Yo man, I throw a 5 in the power Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps 40
days to dark You play the back like Rosa Parks when the arc sparks I bang rawly, do you orally My horny sounds will pound more heavy than E-40 Sex,
been fuckin' with this motherfuckin' burgundy carpet pimpin' What about you pimpin', I mean I know you fuckin' around with that Purple bag you know what