[Chorus 3x]. I don't need no iron I'm already creased. I don't need no money I got mouthpiece. [E-40]. Thug wit me who got that indo nigga mug wit me. Stick yo' pistol out the window have a few drinks wit me. Nigga get fired up. Out of state dummy license plate faulty ass tags. Trunk full of out door weed back seat full of garbage bags. Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' that treasure. Like to fuck alot mix the business wit the pleasure. What's up you timer when you gone resign. Put a soul food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing line. Ain't no tellin'. that's what Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs. When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes. A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous dude. A little microscopic seed maranatin' in the fallopian tube. Ready to face the world ready to say my speech. Ready to come out early feet first nigga breeched. Uno uno dos tres quattro. Drinkin' malt liquor out the baby bottle. Five five six six seven eight. Move from the crest side to the hillside. Go ahead ask the v.p.d.. Betcha they tell you about me. Betcha they tell you they been investigatin' my ass since '83. Betcha they say dude real. betcha they say I don't know how that nigga did it. but he sittin' on a few mill. All I gotta say is nemesis. Bet I know one thing betch you they know. who shot my mommas house up that night on magazine. Should I say I wanna take a face nah. cause if the district attorney get this tape they might build a case. I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan. Hold it fo' ten. Five lucky to be alive. I only got one mo' album to do on jive an' I'm gone. [Chorus 2x]. I don't need no iron I'm already creased. I don't need no money Igot mouthpiece. Let's go half on a forty an' a twamp sack of broccoli. I got a car deville coupty. So what if its primer colored so what it's a hooptie. So what if the lifters tick I knwo I'm forty water. So what if I gotta get up under the engine an' tap the starter. In the mourning eatin' cereal. Strapped with the 223 infrared material. Who come from nothin' who run the thirteen hundred block. Who used to top have to walk the streets floodin' wit holes in they socks. Who really real how many know the deal. Who got they church clothed from the good will. Click shit makes a muthafuckas night. Niggas listen to it 'cause it's right. Money don't make me I make money. What I look like fuckin' over a broad playboy I'm a macaroni. I mean that bitch got miles on her she's a ho. I mean that bitch can teach the wind how to blow. She's a pro groupie though. Zulu jocka binaca. The hood head knocka'. [Chorus 1x]. I don't need no iron I'm already creased. I don't need no money I got mouthpiece. Sometimes I'm suited up sometimes I don't care. When I'm grindin' I don't brush my teeth or comb my hair. When I'm timin' I like to buy drinks. When I'm timin' it's louie the thirteenth. Ballers you know how we livin'. You know how we meet 'em in the parking lot at popeye's chicken. I can mesmerize a hoe by jowsin. Can you make a g look like ten thousand. Where all my ghetto tycoon beanie caps and kangols. Where all my niggas wit them federal beepers on they ankles. Where all the hood-hoe dick teasers. Where all my beautiful black intelligent divas. [Chorus 1x]. I dont' need no iron I'm already creased.