P's and Q's - E-40

I meet my forb at the corner store Me and niggaz rapping out here, I just want it more Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar Bagged a hundred bitches last year Just bagged a hundred more They hatin' but everything that goes Comes back sticky green fun pack Jewellery make me hump back Back packers want that And they ain't 'bout the diamonds shit He gon' commercial Who the fuck you think you rhyming with? I got the drama kid and my Obama whip Bitches running up on my stage, 'lil' mama shit 'Lil' mama thick and my time is slim Come 'bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in I'm gettin' to the dough Louie on my foot Put the metal to the floor Is all a nigga know Payback, don't come around here disrespecting We don't take that I'm on my leathers every second And my hearts so cold and I don't trust a soul It's funny how the bullshit goes you never know Payback don't come around here disrespecting We don't take that I'm on my leathers every second They crown me with the punch hat, who better? I hit red skins, smoke green and spit blue pepper Benz blue leather, jet cool weather Cool meaning hot, so I don't need the top Calm down, breathe and stop Start and I'ma skip your pulse Mister, my life's the shit Calamari shrimp and boats C-notes, 5 Ferrari, different coast I'ma suits 'em up, probably ain't gotta lift my toes I shut my dogs on 'em like Jehova Witness I done made it to the top like I said I told you bitches They don't really want me They just want my riches So motherfuck the law Friends, cousins and sisters I'm gettin' to the dough Louie on my foot Put the metal to the floor Is all a nigga know Payback, don't come around here disrespecting We don't take that I'm on my leathers every second And my hearts so cold and I don't trust a soul Its funny how the bullshit goes you never know Payback don't come around here disrespecting We don't take that I'm on my leathers every second I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars Than I'm in ya ear, in her ear, amping a ménage Nigga make the money, but never knew how it felt In a hundred pair pants, that's a hundred different belts Dress kills, chronic helps, pussy just for the moment Ballin' like a Hornet, see I get it, I want it Everybody knows, heat hurts, she got to show me first Magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost You can bring two, three, four of them, the wars won Tick-tock boom, make 'em all run, come on, son Big talks just talk, I let my money bark Put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start Go, 'cause I don't feel a single drop of pressure No, he go strap foreign guap collector He better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight I clap your girl, make the bed break, leak the sex tape I'm gettin' to the dough Louie on my foot Put the metal to the floor Is all a nigga know Payback, don't come around here disrespecting We don't take that I'm on my leathers every second And my hearts so cold and I don't trust a soul Its funny how the bullshit goes you never know Payback don't come around here disrespecting We don't take that I'm on my leathers every second I'm gettin' to the dough Louie on my foot Put the metal to the floor, is all a nigga know Payback, don't come around here disrespecting We don't take that I'm on my leathers every second And my hearts so cold and I don't trust a soul Its funny how the bullshit goes you never know Payback don't come around here disrespecting We don't take that I'm on my leathers every second

Still drinkin' water on y'all niggas, man With perfect pitch I'm singing free my niggas Polished and purposeful he's producing pristine pictures Pay me, gimme plenty, the trees begat keys That's paper, so hold the pennies I'm pressed and like pests, I'm in every nook and cranny Your pantry, with some patience your panties I got patience, it's prevalent in the previous plannings I been on my P's and Q's, fuck is this? A Quiz? Peep this nigga passion, I'm not picking him to quit Watch him paint, and it quaint? All that presence in his pen, he be pearlin' all that wisdom, all that pressure be to sin A pearlescent silver lining through the questions I been quilting together Niggas quiver in the cold, are you equipped for the weather? When there's polar and it's piercing through your sweater to your chest How you persevere and press on through the quest? I been on my P's and Q's, can't you see I do not play? And I pack it full of quotes Pray you perceive it in the way that I intended I ain't preaching and I'm never that pretentious Not pretending, Quasimodo how my back is I've been bending, I've been lifting all the pounds Break it down, pass it around Politicking with my peoples' then my partner, them my rounds Quality is what we seek, I'm not playing 'til we peak Quintessential to survival is the cunnin' to compete You picked defeat, if your efforts will only ever be passive aggressive Be my pleasure to let it fly like attached to propellers And compel all your people to say your prayer in your passin' Man fuck the gassin', I'm too persistent, and what could they tell us, huh? I been on my P's and Q's, quantum leaps ahead of my peers They not even in my peripheral, pray I keep it proper Cause they playin' so political, the petty is so pitiful Niggas Peter Pettigrew, I'm of a higher pedigree I'm peddling this penmanship, appreciate the pleasantries, but It's quiet for y'all niggas I mean, you know I've been on point with it Ain't even gotta smoke a joint I'm getting high off the feel, y'all just trying to make some coins with it Educate my loins You've been gifted like I pearled a couple poinsettias On my P's and Q's Quarantine the phrase, you could comprehend it better, bring phonetics into play, I'm no pharaoh Message never mystical Breath of antihistamine, I'm trying to heal the physical Requiring a pivotal stance For my mans niggas, know I'm not dolo Provide you with the proof, it's never quid pro quo tho It's Free Nation, please no photos Yeah, power to the people, middle finger to the popo

E-40) I'm a little mannish muthafucka I take after my older brother Started off selling marijuana but now I'm selling yola Shit was gettin hella funky at first When a nigga was stealin a bitches purse Ended up gettin kicked out of every Vallejo school They clocked me like a circus I was the little mannish motherfucker Showing off in the back of the church My momma was quick to hit me with a switch and I say "that hurts" Get to the house, go to my room and talk some trash I never believed a hard head made a soft ass Cuz I be moving fast and I'd be tryin to stash Beat up the pizza man and then I straight dashed Disobidient sport cut my days short My momma got tired of takin' my ass back and forth ta court I said "momma I'ma straighten up for you And I promise I won't warrant" Got me a job as a paper boy 21 dollars a month 5 o'clock in the morning Damn I'm slavin' for the fucking white man 21 dollars might buy me some?(poor carpet chicken george) I'm tired of muthafuckas fuckin over me How can I find a way to make some real money? But you don't feel me I was tired of being broke lookin coked down Came up off a twenty dollar put me down Next thing you know I was up to about a quarter of a ki' rollin Niggaz was trippin' off me cuz I was a young muthafucka ballin' Gettin my fetti on but when there was funk I had to starve Time to fetch the choppers and bring out the U-hauls Extra mannish I make you vanish I play for keep Investigate that ass till they find out where you sleep Muthafucka it's commakausi Don't even try me ahh I bars none you best believe that I'ma bring me ah Fully automatic Tommy with the infared say I'm sorry Before I pump your ass full of lead and dump the body Extra mannish, that's what people be calling me Oh we can be cool until you get to threatening me I loose my temper and shit my eyes turn red Blow my top and get real hot at the head I guess I'm a failure, I gots no future in my front All I'm able to do is sell dope and hit the blunt Don't ask me why Sometimes I go to church and testify The preacher preaches and I be dang near ready to cry Repute the devil I got to get out of the ghetto freak Sometimes I wonder if mommy and daddy really payin me Who would ever thought that a nigga like me Would become such a bad ass youngster My mommy and daddy done fucked around and created a damn monster Why couldn't I wait till I was bigger Before I started drinking malt liquor I guess I was a nappy headed stubborn little mannish ass nigga (Mugzy) Guess who comes through, comes through It's me the Y-O-U-N-G M-U-G-Z I'm just as mannish as I wanna be I pack a 30-30 Niggas wanna blast me because I'm down and dirty Extra mannish how I'm livin and I'm fuckin my neighbors bitch an She lovin' every minute of the dick that I be givin Bitches on my jock, Bitches on my jock Suckas on the block know I got a glock Bini caps, B-coats and all of that I'm beatin niggas down with a baseball bat I'm havin revenues I'm gettin paid fool A ghetto muthafucka with an attitude S-I-C-K W-I-D I-T It's young mugzy and E-40 It's explains why it's hard for us blacks and hispanics And why we turned extra mannish

All my little bad bitches in here If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah" Baby, touch your toes We can get freaky, have an episode Tell me is ya with that Episode, tell me is ya with that I don't like it, I love it, I wanna grip it and touch it I'm tryna hit it and fuck it, stab it and stick it and stuck it Get you to lick it and suck it and kiss it after I nutted We can be friends, ain't gotta be seen in the public I'm about that verb, that action, have that coochie having contractions When I be smashing and smacking and sapping, thrusting and thrashing Sit back and relax and have a glass of this bottle Earl Stevens selections: mango moscato Handbag by Selena, seem like I already knew ya Beautiful girl, you so bad, look like somebody done drew ya My eyes salute ya, you a sight for sore eyes, booty and thighs You and yo' girls should get with me and my guys Come and get a bar of this mackin', baby girl, get rid of that sap He ain't real, he a fraud, baby girl, that dude is a cat! When he first intervened, he bought you flowers, no doubt But once he got in good, he started doggin' you out Shawty in love with them gangstas, that's why she holla at me A country nigga be whipping at 50 thousand a ki' You just be giving her, getting her, I just fill her with D Even though she cute and petite, freaky, discreet She got SS on her booty, well, them tattoos on her cheek Make me wanna take her to a island, we could do it for weeks Girl, let me Birkin your bag, Jimmy Choo on your feet Let me get you out of the Jag and in that Bentley GT I'm on the west coast, droptop riding, fool With E-40 sitting with me, we riding, fool Hustle Gang bang green, we tried thems truths Somebody told you otherwise, they lied to you I bet it all, roll the dice, bet, bet Quarter mil' on me in the bag, check that Them suckas don't like it but they gon' respect that Spend the night, have a episode, you won't forget that, check that Girl, I came here with all my niggas and all this liquor Said she want a threesome, I'm gon' lick her From the bottom to the top, take it down I'mma roll the weed but she gon' break it down It's not my fault if that's yo' girl Cause she wanna leave with a real nigga Pussy on my balls, her panties in my car Before your nigga call, you know I gotta get it

Mack game, let me explain the fundamentals Charge a bitch like incidentals Put the peas up in the pot without the lentils When it come to getting paper, I'm low-key instrumental You bound to find me up in an Avis mini-van rental Player wanna lock this dog up in a kennel Hustle hard, never gentle My life is a movie, it's action-filled, it's suspenseful Play to win, never play to lose, I refuse Kids gotta eat, need some school shoes Can't spend my cop money, gotta cop Gotta pay my lawyer in case I get popped Stapler in my Under Armour boxer briefs We don't play for give, bitch, we play for keeps When it come to getting gouda, nigga, I'm a beast Bring it to your door like Uber Eats I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel Took her to the strip club, dropped her off Gotta watch her, though, 'cause she sell soft Met her off Smirnoff, Red Bull Like it in her gut with her hair pulled B-la fuck around, like to smoke weed Bunch of purple shit and palm leaf 140 acres, all trees Carpal tunnel, nigga, when we off these I don't think they know, I'm the one to count Pitcher from the block tryna strike me out Pack turned down, called to psyche me out Trips out of town then they wipe me out Sick Wid it, my nigga, we follow no law G-string, little bling, nigga, no bra Counting hella dough, hella cole slaw She wake me in the morning, she be old flow I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel Block jumpin' like a trampoline Nigga gotta move mean They smirkish and they lurkin' and they plot and scheme They strung out on that crystal and promethazine Be careful who talkin' 'round, watch your speech Put a contract on my head, it's gon' get breeched Reverse the bounty, turn the hit around I know all the ones on your soil that's really getting down Yeah, bet your money on a rollercoaster Nigga livin' good 'til the wanted poster Then it's retreat up out the streets Different city every week, all bunch of suites And beware of the paper trail Never use your debit, nigga, they could tell Have you shut down in a cell Hoping you'll snitch, won't even tell I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel

Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Who do you belong to? You make a player wanna spoil you Show you the other side of the game Take you to Nobu, no disrespect to PF Chang Shrimp and lobster tempura with vegetables Sippin' wine, matchin' oyster perpetuals I be big timin' Boat cruises, Baja coast, Catalina Island You oughta cut it out, you cuttin' up I know your butt know what you doin' with your butt It's stages to these wages when you bossin' We could go bowling or we could go miniature golfing Or catch a flick and hit the matinee Touch the shooting range and practice with the K Every night before we go to sleep, we pray Wake and thank the Lord for another day... UGH! Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed Son gon' show it off—girl, flex Send 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Little mama hot, do a thousand squats Lunges all month tryin' to get a butt Yeah, I'ma hit her when I get around See if I could slide through and pick her up Lunch at the lighthouse, watching the coast Little adios then it's back in the Ghost Times like these, she be lovin' the most Photo op queen, she be lovin' to post Toast to the good time, laughs in Cali But B-la really tryna get that ass in Cali If you ain't heard now, you should ask in Cali Leave your mind alone and harass your body I take you to the bird hut, let you get your nerves up Breaking something down then we roll a little something up You could get another cup, maybe even double up I ain't tryna lay you down, I'm just tryna line it up Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Every freakin' night, and every freakin' day I think about freakin' you, I think about freakin' you I need to know I need to know