(feat. Kaveo)
[E-40]
Huh? Want me to speak the real?


[Kaveo]
Speak the real man


[E-40]
^!$$% 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 $$# 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 %#@!, 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
Mescaline, ^!$$%s know better than $#&@ with us

I'm pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino
Big bid, $#&@in 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
^!$$% charge it to the triple beam

$#&@ 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]
Bull%#@! 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 (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z

^!$$%s ain't smellin this %#@!
We do this %#@!


Last night I slapped a (*##$ 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 !@$#

But now that (*##$ got a $$#, tits, body and boy that bich is bad
For what it's worth, the #~!!@ smelled like Certs
Victoria's Secret

Now folks just remember I never said I thought about lickin #~!!@
I said I never thought about eatin
Keepin it and treatin it nice

$#&@ 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 %#@! in my name
I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, ^!$$%z 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 $#&@ on!!

Did you or did you not tell these ^!$$%z to stay within they envelope?
Sheeit, these toddlers 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 taller than the Charlotte Hornets

But I had to cut that (*##$ 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 $$# type %#@! 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 ^!$$% is that's about to get jacked
And the ^!$$% that pulled the lick
I got this (*##$ on lock
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
!#)# crops still in this roster

Kilogram, coca leaf and morphien
What about my ^!$$%s in the 4-1-5
Look what they made
My ^!$$%z in the city
They call it made
Top grade regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the $#&@


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 (*##$
Biotch!!!
Sheit! Sheit!