E-40 - Loyalty & Betrayal Lyrics
[e-40]You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo?(aight) lets goUhh, a little more volume pimp yeah, okayJust tell me when.. yeahIts mobbin - this shit sinisterStraight sinister mobRick rock you did this? (yeah!)[verse one]I dont spit metaphors (metaphors) I spit l-r-psOn these dark murky bloody streets of vallejo, where I get my cheeseNever mind the trauma playa, you dont wanna be wearin a helmetIm not divin back in the cocoa plant game mr. johnny law Im celibateRebellion, slightly throwed off, but hella smart (smart)Got the mouthpiece of a pimp (and what? )And a perm like reverand sharp (sharp)Now tell me if Im wrong (wrong)If I open up my, own barbershop, and get me a small business loanGotta lay it down for a minute (whatcha gon do? ) do what you doIf you in the jail, dont let the jail get in youAnd the c-h-ps think they slick, trickThey got a new device out there for high-speedin called the spice dripsSee potnah dude right there (uh-huh) he talk more shit than my batchBut hes a coward (coward) and plus a pumpkin in a pumpkin patchHes a wussy (wussy) if I didnt know better, seriouslyPimpin, youd think he got a ***** (got a *****)[chorus: e-40]Some gon, betray you, and some gon, be loyalSome gon, betray you, and some gon, be loyalSome gon, betray you, and some gon, be loyalSome gon, betray you, and some gon, be loyal[verse two]Oooh, he was listenin to my tape (to my tape)He was on his way home last nightOut of bounds and they got him at the plate (at the plate)Soon as he put his foot on the porch, they to his ass up(what he had comin? ) he had it comin (oh boy)Now keep in mind (mind)This nigga done been shot (how many times? ) fo or five timesThis nigga done been shot, three times befo this time(for what? ) for lyin, and havin numerous conversations with the law(for what? ) for spyin and havin diarrhea of the jaw (of the jaw)I dont get along with undercoverLike republican and democrat, we dont cut for each otherI think its hella wrong when us brothersRat each other out, and roll on one anotherOooh, dis rap is just like the coke game(illegal dope, but its cutthroat)Dis coke game is just like the rap game(with saditty, plastic ass folk)[chorus][verse three]Oooh, like a tittie I used to buy my gal the songsTo send my breezy up in albertsonsJust to make grocery just to play it offWhy (why? ) because.. I figure if I did it itll be too obviousBut whaddayou mean too obvious? sheistArm & hammer baking soda in gumbo pots white napkin wipinOh I see - that makes a lot of sensePimpin you kinda smart huh? aint never had to hit a fenceYou got boys? (boys? ) do i, strengthWhat did you start off with? a sixteenth, a pinchYou sittin fat (fat) I know that for a factDont let these glasses fool, see I just look like thatBe the first one to pop a cap, first one to put one through yaDont think just cause I rap, that I wont take it to yaI dont think you squares understandYou aint *****in wit a boy (who you *****in wit? )You *****in wit a man[chorus][e-40]Thats big spittin, oh boy, fo shoMother*****ers aint stickin to the script no mo(nah they aint stickin to the script)You know thats why when you find a real cat(what you supposed to do? ) find a real tycoon on your team?(uh-huh) you gon cherish that pimpin-ass nigga mayn yknow?(fo sho) cause they hard to come by mayn, just like a ***** maynJust like *****es are hard to come by, the good ones?Niggaz is hard to come by; real niggaz yknow?That aint on no gay shit, thats on some real shit, dig thatOh boy! uhh.. (not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin)(yeah we fly straight around this mother*****er)(we pimps in this *****, we stay spittin these l-r-ps, oh boy!)(dig that, thats why we mobb like this, dig this nigga, beotch!!)
