E-40 - Rules Regulations Lyrics
[e-40]My killers dont take out dopefiends, my killers take out factorsMy killers aint even from out here dudeMy killers some out-of-town freelancersProfessional hitsmen vanilla(? ) hoppers up under they beltBroccolis(? ) up under they beltA gang of silent murder beefs up under they beltForty, there go that niggaThat sold you that half-a-cake last week on the setYou mean that (? ? ) for that synthetic dopeThat ripped me, that shit that was wet kid?Dont even look over there, act like we aint trippinWithin the next few days, potnah came up missinSee a lot of these niggaz ***** upAnd crack under pressure when its time to face itGet to bumpin they gums, rollin overBreakin the rules and regulationsWild nigga not stickin to the scriptAnd get the jacket put on yo ass for lifeWhat jacket? batch, this jacket:That reliable source, that rat, the head of miceThats why we cant be talkin and bein all careless on these phonesI know technology nowAllows po-po to look inside walls and see inside homesI know all I was tryin to doIs buy my little daughter a brand new pair of jordansThats important, but you gotta rememberThe state one step ahead of the law-enforcementBe short with all of yo shitKeep yo business to yourself and dont get sloppyTalkin pig-latin keep you employedSizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkiesCall on yo ass, have wisdom, use your brainAuction off yo assets nigga, sell yo trophies, sell yo mustangYou know what that bring? ching chingPlaya potnah mother*****er dude thats some mailConvertible top, black on black interior exteriorHe gon be worth about twelveTalkin about you was savin it for your little nephew to scatterNigga dont you know anything over 20 years old is a classic?Regulation #1: keep yo business to yo lonesomeRegulation #2: make sure the product you carry is wholesomeRegulation #3: make yo cheese, never eat itRegulation #4: never put yo trust in a hoe(the rules and regulations)Chorus: e-40 (repeat 4x)These are the things you need to know (the rules and regulations)[e-40]Uhh, youre posed to, youre posed toPlay that damn game like its supposed to be plinayedAlways keep a bucket full of battery acidTo throw yo dope in just in case they raidThat way they cant prosecute your residenceCause you done been already got rid of all the evidenceTryin to get a buck -- a buck?A soup pot, a blender and a measurin cupIn my section eight appartment complexMizzi-matrics, and dirty convictsNephew, did you get my message?Yeah I got yo message; you told me to clean up behind myselfAnd scrape the residue up off the edgesWhat else? always look over my headrest and my rearview zoneCause triflin be skanless and the skanless might try to follow me homeNever tell a mother*****er what time you gon cop or come back foThrow they ass off a bit - come back within the next day or twoI dont need no cowards, just warriors on my tank(? )I dont sell coke no more dude, I sell mescalineRegulation #5: when its a drop nigga park yo feetRegulation #6: ***** 12 and a box (? ) (? ) streetRegulation #7: dont take yo business to where you livinRegulation #8: keep yo heat but fly straight(the rules and regulations)Chorus[e-40]Blaow, pushin numbers on the dial-toneTook a swig of my 40 but I forgot I had the cap still onLook to my left and ask, honey for a lightShe looked at me and said, baby you alright?I said Im cool, but aint this shit supposed to relax us?Fired up a newport, but I accidentally lit it backwardsFor some strange reason I had a feelinThat that hood-hoe ***** was sneakyCome to find out this ***** done laced my weed and slipped me a mickeyNow Im feelin sweaty..Eyelids gettin heavy..Stomach feelin queasy.. {*yawwwwn*}All of a sudden, now Im slee-pyWoke up *****, slowly regainin my memoryWell where did they find you? around the corner from applebeeOver there by costco, right there off the freewayAdmiral callaghan(? ) (? ? ) yeah, right next door to safewayStripped me clean, got me for some gsSet me up, stole my car keysGuess thats the consequences when you sellin that dShit, next time I bet I take my drink to the bathroom with meRegulation #9: check in those that get out of lineRegulation #10: dont sell yo soul if you hit the penRegulation #11: keep yo hooptie hot and revvinRegulation #12: keep enough to pay your lawyer mail(the rules and regulations)Chorus
