Uhh H2, 26 inch shoes Big boy toys, air traveller iceman shoes Straight fool, look at the way that I wear my hair Look at the pants and the clothes I wear Look at the way my that my necklace glare Cars exotic pimpskillet narcotics Got 'em pimpskillet, sippin on some Hypnotiq Pimpskillet a bossy alottamajig, and Sic' Wid It We pack staplers and zigs and hunting gear equipment Rug-ers are rigged, I spit at chickens and pidgeons I flip the clippers at falcons and box Chevy's dippin Thou'n! Smokin with my next door neighbor Coughin - turtle and tobacco paper Gangsta - read all about it Northern Califoolya got THE talent Play mindgames and talk slick and slide in That's why the P's be poppin and the mackin be multiplyin [Chorus] Me and my weeples natural hustlers If you need that then come get plugged by us 223's comin out the state from us This is Sic' Wid It, you can't **** wit us [E-40] The Candyman, in the kitchen with the pots and pans Fiends makin bass pipes, out of ink pens Where the cherries'll let ya hustle forever But soon as the murders start occurin they gon' come get ya Soon as the money start to flowin somebody gon' snitch ya Soon as the rellis get to knowin that youse a fixture Off in the bushes on surveillance takin a picture So the poorer get poorer and the richer keep gettin richer Real like estate, my works carry a lot of weight Never on time, always late on a concert date Get it Raoul, does he know what flavor the Bay Back up in three-one-oh they give me the playa rank Born on a MON-DAY! .. Forty Bela-FONTE! Skippin and skatin and slidin, bouncin and dippin and glidin Spittin and rappin and rhymin, ballin and wellin and timin [Chorus] [E-40] Boy you the opposite of cold! Your lyrics stick out, like a turd in a punchbowl You don't give a man fish, you teach him how to fish You don't give a broad chips, you reverse that **** I'm talkin about cheese (cheese) Only time that you 'sposed to do that when, she's yo' main squeeze Got your babies, drive Mercedes No if's or maybe's, that's your lady Quiet on the set! E-40 Belafonte the greatest game spitter of all time beatin down vets Comin around the corner in that clean-ass convertible droptop Corvette How can I forget a lil' bumpy face and a bottle of that there Moet I bumped into this HOTTIE .. at a ghetto-ass PARTY Frankie V jeans I seen, lookin so fresh and so clean Got her all up on my team, jockin my glare and my gleam [Chorus] [Outro] (HOT!) 40 Water is (HOT!) Sic' Wid It still (HOT!) #1 and we (HOT!) .. (HOT!) 40 Water is (HOT!) Sic' Wid It still (HOT!) #1 and we (HOT!) .. (HOT!) (HOT!) (HOT!) (HOT!)
Uhh H2, 26 inch shoes Big boy toys, air traveller iceman shoes Straight fool, look at the way that I wear my hair Look at the pants and the clothes I wear Look at the way my that my necklace glare Cars exotic pimpskillet narcotics Got 'em pimpskillet, sippin on some Hypnotiq Pimpskillet a bossy alottamajig, and Sic' Wid It We pack staplers and zigs and hunting gear equipment Rug-ers are rigged, I spit at chickens and pidgeons I flip the clippers at falcons and box Chevy's dippin Thou'n! Smokin with my next door neighbor Coughin - turtle and tobacco paper Gangsta - read all about it Northern Califoolya got THE talent Play mindgames and talk slick and slide in That's why the P's be poppin and the mackin be multiplyin [Chorus] Me and my weeples natural hustlers If you need that then come get plugged by us 223's comin out the state from us This is Sic' Wid It, you can't **** wit us [E-40] The Candyman, in the kitchen with the pots and pans Fiends makin bass pipes, out of ink pens Where the cherries'll let ya hustle forever But soon as the murders start occurin they gon' come get ya Soon as the money start to flowin somebody gon' snitch ya Soon as the rellis get to knowin that youse a fixture Off in the bushes on surveillance takin a picture So the poorer get poorer and the richer keep gettin richer Real like estate, my works carry a lot of weight Never on time, always late on a concert date Get it Raoul, does he know what flavor the Bay Back up in three-one-oh they give me the playa rank Born on a MON-DAY! .. Forty Bela-FONTE! Skippin and skatin and slidin, bouncin and dippin and glidin Spittin and rappin and rhymin, ballin and wellin and timin [Chorus] [E-40] Boy you the opposite of cold! Your lyrics stick out, like a turd in a punchbowl You don't give a man fish, you teach him how to fish You don't give a broad chips, you reverse that **** I'm talkin about cheese (cheese) Only time that you 'sposed to do that when, she's yo' main squeeze Got your babies, drive Mercedes No if's or maybe's, that's your lady Quiet on the set! E-40 Belafonte the greatest game spitter of all time beatin down vets Comin around the corner in that clean-ass convertible droptop Corvette How can I forget a lil' bumpy face and a bottle of that there Moet I bumped into this HOTTIE .. at a ghetto-ass PARTY Frankie V jeans I seen, lookin so fresh and so clean Got her all up on my team, jockin my glare and my gleam [Chorus] [Outro] (HOT!) 40 Water is (HOT!) Sic' Wid It still (HOT!) #1 and we (HOT!) .. (HOT!) 40 Water is (HOT!) Sic' Wid It still (HOT!) #1 and we (HOT!) .. (HOT!) (HOT!) (HOT!) (HOT!)
