Walla walla walla bang bang (ehh-yeahhhh). One me on the grand tree damn come from around kingsman (heh heh heh). Walla walla walla bang bang walla dang dang dang (yea yea). Walla walla walla bang bang what a dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh). [E-40]M. Its smoky up in here so open up the vents. We heated up in here... the street instruments. My piranhas is hungry we play for keep. We freakin this booch we 60something deep. We licorice booch if you feel a frog its leap. Promiscuous booch sometimes we like to cheat. I'm spillin' my liquor its all on my clothes. I'm Smellin like alcohol bout to follow my nose. I'm mad doggin and thuggin buckin and grudging. We off of them pills and we aint talking bout bufferin. (You flossin grills?) like they do down south. (100 dollar bills?) with furniture in they mouth. If you like it I love it when its dry as a drought. If you dig it I dug it be about your paper route. If its woofers and sub hits clientele and clout. Party and clubbing up in the building talking loud. [Chorus]. We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass). We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules). So don't make me murdah (eh). Emcees up in side (eh). We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah. We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh). [E-40]S. (Yo) I'm having my yay-per im feeling my scrill. I'm seeing my money mayne im a hustler for real. Gotta get it while its good aint no time to wait. Its dangerous in my hood with plenty money to make. I'm drinking a beer im smoking a swisher. I barely can steer im full of this liquor. I handles my biz im takin' my exit. Then parking this britch the magazine street exit. I pull up my truck im stopping my soul. Stop at the 7-11 talking shit on my phone. Hustler by nature (nature) buster by choice. I'm checkin' my pager im checkin' my voice. Re-up and re-coppin' peddlin' and pushin'. More keys than a janitor my nick-name is bookman. Bitches be lookin' old-folk be starin'. Patin' me down searchin' the clothes that im wearin'. We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass). We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules). So don't make me murdah (eh). Emcees up in side (eh). We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah. We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh). [E-40]S. (Yo) many fourteens M-1 therapy. AR-15 pimpin' m16s without me. Wont be no slang in the gang it'll be extinct. I've been bamboozled and hit with mayne. People hit with all kind of these identity thieves. Underrated and hated on by all these squares in the industry. Man I'm a legend pimp they call me EE four owe. XP boy used to push that blow. Gas break dip stop and go. Ride the strip hit the sto'e. You know that I bought it you know that I got it. Had to cop a bottle of the blue hypnotiq. Incredible Hulks you know what I mean. Mix it with some bark and watch that shit turn green. Higher than an elephants eye me and my guys. Off Rossi and hash after that ass.... We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass). We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules). So don't make me murdah (eh). Emcees up in side (eh). We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah. We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh). Well allllright. Me a bad man ruff by nature. You punkin' on me you goin' into danger. Me and the Don ruff and down low ranger. Me thought me pot was comin' from Jamaica. No mess with stranger no like imposta. Call me forecaster we more like rasta. With the mix for ganja I buy a lil cha cha. When they know inside they blow sofa. We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass). We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules). So don't make me murdah (eh). Emcees up in side (eh). We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah. We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh). Walla walla walla bang bang walla dang dang dang (yea yea). Walla walla walla bang bang what a dang dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh)