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featuring Kaveo 

[E 40] 
Huh? Want me to speak the real? 

[Kaveo] 
Speak the real man 

[E 40] 
Nigga speak the real 
Speak the real 
Speak the real 
Speak the real 
Speak the real 

It's a quarter after nine on my AM FM 
Radio Shack digital motel six o' clock alarm reads 
"40  get your ass up  time to hit the grind 
You can't afford to pass no money I know you heard about that" 
What, what? "Task raided Millersville Ms. Miller had a heart attack" 
Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it huh? 
I know, she was a good person for certain I know 
V-Town, California where I was born, raised and grown 
And since 1979 I been a hustler on the go 
You know the drill 
My mission for real 
A mealticket 
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits 
Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust 
Best believe niggas know better than fuck with us 
I'm pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino 
Big bid, fuckin off feddie I could've put down on a crib 
I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem 
Take a lose, take a lose 
Don't make a scene 
Nigga charge it to the triple beam 
Fuck the stress 
I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest 
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul 
Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two 
That's what he do for a living 
That's all he's used to 
Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves and residue, Biotch!!!! 

(Hook) 
[Kaveo] 
Bullshit ain't nothin 
You see we gone keep this thuggin 
and mean muggin jump until it's a done deal 
You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the real nothin but 
What if I bring this back down? 
You gots to be about it or be without it 

[E-40] 
Be about it or without it 
Ay, you know what? I smell you on that playboy, look 
We fin to run down a a whole tac on these bitch ass niggaz 
Niggas ain't smellin this shit 
We do this shit 

Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome 
With my faulty phone 
That heifer's tired 
She tried to slash my tire 
Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji 
From the track 
She use to hold my sack 
I use to dick her down way back in 86 
She use to look just like a skank 
But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy that bich is bad 
For what it's worth, the pussy smelled like Certs 
Victoria's Secret 
Now folks just remember I never said I thought about lickin pussy 
I said I never thought about eatin 
Keepin it and treatin it nice 
Fuck that I'm a hog 
I put it down, I'm from the hood 
Where I live, on the outskirts 
And down on the tuck in the cut 
In Clemente Apartments man 
I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my name 
I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried 
Ready for combat if you plottin and plannin 
Oh if you come for me and confiscate my dough 
Let the buzzer be the bail 
But my suggestion is to stay within your envelope 
I'm block to block, swingin on vines 
Community service, put up stop signs 

(Hook) 

[Kaveo] 
Uhhh!!! Hold the fuck on!! 
Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope? 
Sheeit, these timers are green to the game 
They ain't know nothin about these tramps 
six bedroom flats and gettin dealt and held a hand across the mat 
You see we from the Yay where we control they minds 
and put these hoes on the grind 

[E-40] 
Ain't got to but I still touch it 
Went to the Seven Eleven picked up a traders book and bought a bucket 
Use to have a perm bigger than the Charlotte Hornets 
But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your patna had warrant 
That I ain't even handled yet although I'm havin cake 
The little homie from the hood want me to put out his tape 
He kinda tight too, remind me of The Click crew 
Cause they was spittin that old high powered 
Godzilla ballin guru ass type shit you 
can relate to, wake to, 'scape to when it's sunny 
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey 
I know these streets like I know my dick 
I can tell you who the nigga is that's about to get jacked 
And the nigga that pulled the lick 
I got this bitch on lock 
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box 
Marijuana crops still in this roster 
Kilogram, coca leaf and morphien 
What about my niggas in the 4-1-5 
Look what they made 
My niggaz in the city 
They call it made 
Top grade regeneration, uncut 
Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck 

Sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit... 
Hell yeah, sheit!! 
999,999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man 
plus a dollar, plus a dollar man equals a mealticket bitch 
Biotch!!! 
Sheit! Sheit!

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