This S%!t Pound (feat. Stresmatic)

When I entered the world and took my first breath of air

The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer

Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst

He said, "Life can be good and life can stink like a berth"

There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal

So always pack a hammer and some nails

As I got older I hung around older folk

That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote

I used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein silent

I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket

Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth

But if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled off in a hearse

I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six

I said it befo' and I meant it

This thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they ass like a belt

If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself

My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town

Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around

All in the game like we pitchin off the mound

Four in the box and you know that shit pound

If you don't like it you're a sucker

You dont' bump this, you a stupid motherfucker

All these years makin all these songs

You never heard 'em? What planet you been on?

The old ladies and the lil' kids

Love 40 and Short, we so real with this

You think about the game and what we sayin

Since elementary school, what the fuck they playin?

Born to Mack In a Major Way

75 Girls, Tha Hall of Game

Life Is... Federal

Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go

Our shit been poundin all yo life

Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right

Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump

We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from

We some bad motherfuckers

E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother

We just laugh at the suckers

They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers

Treat the rap game like the dope game

Substitute verse licks for the cocaine

Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained

I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang

It's just another sunny day in the Golden State

My other money's made when the hoes get paid

I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop

Everything you want is everything I got

Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch

Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks

When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that

If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack

You remember

when you was a lil-ass kid

in the car seat listenin to some E-40

Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort

in the old school

I know you remember

You grew up on that shit