Charlie Hustle: Blueprint of a Self-Made

[E-40]<br>You know my.. my whole def-a-nation is to spit straight game<br>You dig that? (Straight game) I I come from the game baby y`know<br>I come from this motherfucker, you undersmell that?<br>Aya, and you know, it`s like this nigga<br>Pimped-out all day you know Hillside Vallejo nigga<br>You undersmell me? Been speakin the real for many moons<br>My niggaz in the 7-0-7 on down to Compton<br><br>I`m in my FUBU drawers, she in her gown<br>cause if some cats tryin to have at me, <br>I sick the canine in the background<br>I`m plannin on splittin my crown but it ain`t gon` be too simple<br>See I`m a baller, I got bars around the window<br>Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, doberman pischers tanked up in the yard<br>With a sign on the fence that reads "warning: beware of dog!"<br>You play the frog if you feel froggish nigga leap<br>I neglect my dogs, starvin, sometimes they don`t eat<br>Elroy speak to me about my triple-beam; officer, I got proof<br>Po`-po`, that`s for weighin nuts and fruits<br>Run with a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads, knahwhatImean?<br>Big nigga, the size of a football team<br>I wear these glasses so that I can look like a square<br>but if you ever see me in a fight with a bear<br>don`t help me nigga, help the bear!!<br>Me and my wales, we be coonin<br>But see you the type of the nigga that`ll go in the backroom<br>and beep yo`self and act like yo` pager boomin<br><br> Yeah man, cause a real tycoon<br> gon` take this shit from the flo` to the moon<br> Still Northstar ridin, six-oh strikin<br> Switch up V-S cherry chokin the wrist and the pinkie<br> But keep it loose around the neck and make sure hoes in check<br> So if you gon` fill a nigga cup, fill it up with paper<br> cause we ballaholics bitch, ain`t that quiet about this shit<br> If you`re on it spend it like you mean it<br><br>Uhh, I`ll have you<br>Ever since I was ankle low to a centipede`s claw<br>I always wanted to play pro-baseball<br>Weepolization family, that`s my favorite sport<br>but instead I`m back and forth to jail and in and out of court<br>BEOTCH! Serious about my rock shrine<br>I don`t give a fuck how much courage juice you had<br>Nigga yo` mug don`t mean like mine!<br>I bring the noise like a cymbal {*CRASH*}<br>I fuck with 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the window<br>BEOTCH! Y`all oughta see me at the state fair<br>Showin off in front of my broad; tryin to win my lil` nieces<br>one of the biggest stuffed animal prizes there<br>Nicknamed Charlie but my street name is Earl<br>Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell nephew Lil` Darrell<br>I know these streets like the Task Force know dope<br>I am the streeets, my ghetto pass can`t be revoked<br>Ten percent, I paid my tithes, forgive me for my sins<br>Smoke an ounce of weed a day, maybe that`s why I ain`t go no ends<br><br> You see, you niggaz real truant mayne<br> Runnin around here puttin a black eye in the game<br> when we tryin to feed y`all somethin nutritional for the brain<br> and nourish yo` game<br> You see there`s two type of niggaz in this world:<br> those that eat and those that don`t<br> What type of nigga is you, you know?<br> You see we got the tycoon status<br> Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out your trash<br> You dig?<br><br>You can call me Lawry`s cause I`m seasoned<br>I eat crevice, but not when it`s bleeding<br>Don`t get me wrong, I love sex but I don`t play that part<br>I love Virginia, but not when the Virginia`s tart<br>Toss me good, and I might Dolce and Gabbana it<br>Gave yo` ass some bread, and let you go buy up some shit<br>Callin yourself takin advantage of my riches<br>I`m tryin to be nice to yo` ass<br>I normally talk bad about you bitches<br>Invested to "Tha Hall of Game" buggin and bein notorious<br>for slappin chickenheads upside they weave-a with my Nokia<br>Mayday mayday, callin all patrol cars and units<br>Be on the lookout for the Hillside managler, 40-Water the Ballaholic<br>I`D RATHER FLY THAN RIDE AMTRAK<br>When I`m in Dallas I fuck with (?), and go hard black<br>Make an opera singer wanna write some raps<br>Papered up - like who? Like a fax BEOTCH<br><br> I know you didn`t say papered up like a fats<br> (Yeah I did, yeah I did) Yeah, cause we do this shit<br> up off the ground on a pitcher`s mound<br> Slidin, to the bad catcher, able to snatch ya<br> Bat yo` G out the pocket<br> Run it again with a nigga that`s in the socket<br> And it ain`t my problem, if the hoe hollerin<br> We all about dollars, and collar-poppin