Slices (feat. Stresmatic) - E-40

It's hard for me to go soft Back me up in a corner and I'ma get off Get you gone if you double cross Niggas jealous 'cause I'm saucy like spaghetti sauce Or should I say lemon caper, diamonds giggin' like a drum major I go this little bitch, I be milkin' the bitch for all her paper Thick like cake mix, all the ballers wanna pay her, save her Charlie Check a Chick is what they call me, not a caped crusader I'm plugged in, I know everything, keep my ear to the gravel I know these streets like my muthafuckin' shadow Under certain circumstances, it's manda-, stay with a stapler You never know who a hater 'cause ain't no congratulators Where I'm from, gotta be a quick decision-maker In the slum, put holes in your car like a cheese grater As of lately, it's crazy, it's been a spark up in crime The murder rate inflate in the heat of the summertime What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (spot) Potna went down, now everybody hot That's what I heard at the barbershop What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot (What you heard?) That's what I heard at the barbershop (The barbershop) I'll get to knockin' like a rock band Heavy metal shit, drumsticks in niggas' hands They say he ran off with half a man And they don't want him dead, just to understand You keep playing with this Bay shit Where niggas see the plan, don't say shit Go the wrong day to get your taper fixed Could put you in the mix over paper quick Yeah, in the chair, you gon' hear the drama Side bitch and her mama jumped the baby mama She was being messy all in the comments Talking 'bout, "Excuse me, he left his condoms" Man, these bitches ain't playing fair That told the welfare she be doing hair Be havin' hella niggas in and outta there And they be smokin' with the kids, they ain't even player What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot That's what I heard at the barbershop What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot (What you heard?) That's what I heard at the barbershop (Ugh!) Goons, goons Pistols be poppin' just like balloons, balloons Niggas be dropped in emergency rooms, rooms The smirkish be plottin' on the tycoons, tycoons They'll kick in your door in the afternoon, the noon Be strapped with mini-Macs See me, mama snaps, already know where them pennies at Real life hittas don't come in a beanie cap They do it bare-faced off powder and Henny yak Niggas gon' give him that, run him and shit You either take the L or get shot in your lip Suckas lay low but a boss'll flip Put a hundred on the Lamb', 50 more on the wrist The niggas is pissed; if they move, it's fonk Them boys got them problems niggas really don't want Flexin' in the thang, park it right out front Be the talk in barbershop for the next three months (BIATCH!) What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot That's what I heard at the barbershop What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot (What you heard?) That's what I heard at the barbershop (The barbershop)

Dnyc3 Michelin Star restaurants, Cohiba cigar blunts Front row seats at the UFC fights, first class flights Homeowners Association fees and property taxes Earthquake insurance just in case something collapses Wholesale license and DBA's Selling alcohol by the truckload, selling liquor by the case Record labels and streams, billion plays One day I'ma own a baseball team, the Giants or Oakland A's Growing up in the struggle, you gotta be wired right Can't be snitchin' and tellin' on fellas like a vice Gotta be made for hustlin', know your weaknesses and strengths Gotta go with your heart and your gut, trust your instincts When I was growing up they taught me all the rules Never put your right foot in your left shoe I was a quiet dude, I never gave a clue Gotta watch this dude 'cause I'll do somethin' to you, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clowinin') Gotta watch your surroundings Kudos to my inmates in them fire camps Programmin' and doin' their time like some champs Reading books and eating healthy with no pork Cardio, push-ups and bar work My uncle used to always tell me, 'Nephew, go for it Don't be tryna buy it if you know you can't afford it If the good Lord bless you when you come across a check Say 'Thank you, Jesus,' show some respect' Keep quiet as it can be, careful, don't flamboast They'll run through your pockets, take off your clothes They'll mix you, they'll kick when you out cold No matter the age, young or old Livin' out here in the sludge where they hold a grudge and they bust 7-point-6-2's and double eye bucks I'm from Vallejo, California, the Yay Startup company, Seed A, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clownin') Gotta watch your surroundings So many catastrophes, so much stress Where elementary teachers get paid less Watch your surroundings, stay ready and pack a gat When you're washing your clothes at the laundromat The closest ones to you will set you up Give you up for a couple of bucks Break bread with the enemies, split the worth Then go to Neiman's and purchase a man purse Life is too short, so one don't plan to live long Sorrow and hurt, the mamas cry on the phone Face on a shirt, they can't afford a tombstone Ain't nobody home when you ask for a loan Gotta watch 'em 'cause they quick Go in the gas station and get bipped Break your car window, take your belongings Your backpack, your laptop, and all your earnings, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clownin') Gotta watch your surroundings Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings)

I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol (No, no) I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah) I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel From the depths of the sea Blowing trees in the big leagues I got a plan, I'm going ham on all you DBs You better double me up, safety cover me up Single coverage won't work boy, I'll burn him up Give me the damn ball, move the chains at the same time Dressed to impress when it's game time, flame mine I'm wide open, hoping, scoping out the sea Catch a quick screen, cake walk on your whole team Will he beam, will he run, will he walk, talk, or will he lean I need riders and goons when I build a team I get it cracking with the snap of the wrist It's nothing less than a championship, now peep this Call a few plays then break the huddle Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80 Hand full of rings, I'm shady like Brady I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol (No, no) I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah) I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel I'm in full beast mode, too code to be cut down Lifting weights, staying in shape, won't be shut down Antonio Brown or Julio Jones One on each side, now who do you zone They on me like a bloodhound cause I won't go down It's like a merry-go-round the way I'm bending my routes I'm so sick with this, they can't stick me Stick to to this Sports Illustrated, get a flick of this Lost him, cross him, quarterback toss Highest point homie had the Randy Moss him One hand as I shook him off me Some OBJ with a dab of that DJ coffin, get off me Call a few plays then break the huddle Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80 Hand full of rings, I'm shady like Brady I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol (No, no) I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah) I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel If you play wing back, slot end, or receiver You got to outwork your opponent or you won't receive a Pass from the quarterback cause he's under pressure They get a couple 1DB's about to press up Looking apart from the start, on the dress up Coach on the play, I'm hoping that he don't mess up Ayy back up off me, you playing me close You bout to be hot buttered on a breakfast toast I rock it out and find my way into the endzone A couple cheerleaders want to be in my friendzone I tell 'em "Cool," I keep my head in the game Cause I'm ahead of the game and I'm a veteran man Call a few plays then break the huddle Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80 Hand full of rings, I'm shady like Brady I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol (No, no) I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah) I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel A swivel

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

They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare I don't think about, I don't be without it I could give you what you want if you really 'bout it Got 30 and a 40, nigga, you could count it Get a line on your living room, then surround it Right-hand man and he don't like to listen Choppa get to kickin', cookin' in the kitchen Rockin' me a fisherman like I'm fishin' Tackle box, pole, hella ammunition I really hate to take it there But I promise you, nigga, we ain't playin' fair We don't care if your daddy there I'ma nail you to a chair, we'll do it bare They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run you down with the Kater Double up, then come back later Shut it down like a breaker Hide behind the back of your neighbor car with the sprayer One thing I hate is a hater Two things I hate is a traitor... ugh! Bullets ain't got no name Slugs talk a different slang, need a translator Niggas callin' my phone, temperature checkin', fishin' "I'ma merge him in, shh, be quiet, baby, listen" I could tell in their tone they're up to something slickin' They ain't doin' no talking, they trippin'...BIATCH! They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare