E-40 - My Hoodlums & My Thugz Lyrics
Intro: e-40I pledge allegiance to the ghetto, uhI pledge allegiance to the game, uhI pledge allegiance to the money and the carsAnd the ***** and the *****es and the fame, uh*repeat*(beeyatch!!!!)Chorus:To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs onUp in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves onIn the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gabDroppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabsThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up ughThrow it up nigga, throw it up, throw it upThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up[wc]***** talkin, Im chalkin niggas, best ta get ta walkinIts the shadiest, charlie hustle and my nigga the chickenhawk in onThat throw it up throw it up dip, as I dips, skip with the euro clipHangin for chips on 100-spoke whipsAll I know is *****, money and color bandanasAnd tryin to get my kids some more chickens than colonel sandersPlay us by the trigger so ima live by the triggerAnd rivals, seven *****es for all my hoodlum and thug niggas[e-40]? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang sopranoWild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin platinum, door and panelNever dustin up, never crackin under pressureSeems to me I do my time and I get out whenever, earlyPeople say I smell like glocks, what kind of ? car? you got?I tell em brooklyn cotchJohnnie walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is whatI drink a nigga up under the tableWhile all you powder puff niggas take all my votesChorus:To all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs onUp in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves onIn the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gabDroppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabsThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up ughThrow it up nigga, throw it up, throw it upThrow it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up[mack 10]Well its that old inglewood gangbang, hustlin ass niggaThat dope game, flossin ho, bustin ass niggaStill grindin while rhymin now up to seven figuresLow-down, duct tapin, 2-11 lick hitterHoo bangin sendin birds outta town on the busIf ya in to sellin crack, nigga ***** with usI got cars and a mansion with wine in the cellarAnd a ***** on my team thatll kill when I tell her[e-40]Back with ninjas so ya knowI do this for folsom and ? susanville? , fo shoMy niggas in quentin and vacaville, before iFrom chino to tracey to hatchedby to rikers islandPelican bay solid, dat long park and terminal islandKeep on smilin, dialin and callin collectCos youre my focus, you know Im acceptA za-, a zap board, deuce ampsShoot dice with, to all my stamps (beeyatch!!!!)Chorus[wc]Could it be me, or was it this chronic or bombayThat got me puttin it down for all my hoodlums around the wayLex spares, money dippin, bullet-proof vests and sack warriorsAll my street niggas, east to the west to the souths, I cant hearin ya[mack 10]If it aint charlie hustle, its that nigga mack mansonWhile the g homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancinAnd we stay lexed up wit the parlay featuresSportin beamed-up chucks wit the flamed-up creases[e-40]I represent the flat lands, the alley ways, the moms and popsThe chinese, the ak, the fiend, the rocksThe liquor store on every corner, the laundromatThe quick-to-run-up-on-the-nigga, to peel my capChorusOutro: e-40A dollar bill yall, a dollar bill yallA getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill yallA dollar bill yall, a dollar bill yallA getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill yallA getcha scrill yall, a dollar bill yallA dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill yallA dollar bill yall, a dollar bill yallA dollar, a dollar, a getcha scrill yallBeeyatch!!!Beeyatch!!!!!!!!!!
