I`m Straight

[E-40]<br>Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie<br>Think he mixin some hash with some of that Humboldt County grass<br>with dis sleazy from Union City, she wanted to freak me<br>when I was sticky but we did it anyway<br>Look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler<br>up under my seat, why? Robbers on my feet<br>Uhh, cops Elroy`s po-po`s wanna glock me<br>Chops, Elroy`s ran up in my car<br>I hope none of y`all ain`t in there crackin on the Presedential<br>under my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin<br>and up in there singin a capella<br>Cause that ain`t the way the GAME was designed<br>You `posed to see that if you BLIND<br>Blastin, cocked to the side, blowzin<br>Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp - walkin<br>I`ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklin<br>Pullin out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and I be bossin<br><br>Chorus: E-40<br><br>Where all my hustlers at?<br>Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats?<br>Where all my shooters? Dude when you stay, pop collars<br>Smoke tweed, twenty-fo` hours<br>Where all my ballers at?<br>Where all my timahs, shot callers at?<br>Where all my grimies? It`s heavy weight<br>Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I`m straight<br><br>[E-40]<br>I pull up on the set - somebody died?<br>Why all the long faces - playboy, it`s dry<br>Dry as in dry? Dry as in thirsty<br>cause we ain`t had no work since Thursday<br>Know you ain`t believe us but I got it, who want it?<br>By the way how y`all been survivin? Shoot we been STEPPIN on it!<br>Uhh - cut out the middle<br>From here on out {*cough*} no more scribble<br>Fast quota, fuck a slow nig`<br>Nigga my fetti`s just as long as Ron Jeremy`s dick!<br>Eighty-one years olda, pimpin don`t trip!<br>Who you be bumpin? E-40 and The Click!<br>Uhh, I see the heads know me in the wind(?)<br>Family where you been? The pen, get in!<br>Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the block<br>What you see two crackheads steppin over, what? A rock<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[E-40]<br>Gimme a, Cadillac with a black man`s drank<br>A forty ounce, the ghetto champagne<br>The lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to bounce<br>Take off her clothes and get butt-naked, Southern girl down South<br>A record deal so I ain`t gotta dope deal<br>A faithful botch, a home-cooked meal<br>Take, I like a (?) estate<br>with them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate<br><br>Chorus 2X