[E-40]. When a motherfucker walk up in the club I mean I mean. And a nigga be 70 deep. But if a nigga let his motherfuckin scrotum hang over his shoulder. And come up and do a WALK-BY on your bitch-ass. It's nay-thun. Don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga. It's about how you outsmart the next nigga. [Chorus: Lil Jon]. Bitch nigga what the fuck's up!. (Anybody can get it!). Hoe niggaz go pull your skirts up. Don't think that you won't get touched BITCH!. I'm in your grill now nigga what you gon' do?. I'm in your grill now bitch what you gon' do?. I'm in your grill now nigga what you gon' do?. Don't think that you won't get touched BITCH!. [Bone Crusher]. Hoes hoes money roll. Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do'. (BONE CRUSHER!) Bring the pain to your skull. Y'all niggaz don't want a fight all y'all want is a hug. Your bark is worse than your bite with your mean mug. Let's take it to the grass and we'll see what's up. Y'all knows about me Mr. Streetsweep. Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily. I'm amazin; I always bring the heat. Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin with me. Me and E-Fonzarelli new Starsky & Hutch. Motherfucker don't act like you can't get touched. Grindin niggaz bows up and we turn 'em to dust. As the crowd go ah-OOOOH-AHH cause you know you fucked up. They don't wanna see me nicknamed the realest. Don't believe me ask them Adamsvillers. This A-T-L nigga!. [Chorus]. [E-40]. I sit at the bar and tear up hundred dollar bills. My car my Hummer got 26 inch rims. I'm a star on my side of the earth I bleed the block. Promethazine codeine water and hubba rock. Million dollar dreams and fiends and things of that nature. Triple beams and things and T-Mobile paint ya. Told myself - I need to stop pushin hop. I need to stop pushin hop so I can buy a WingStop. My young hyenas be bustin guns mashin and pistol packin. Smokin so much 'dro that our lungs feel like they collapsin. Trick I see you and yo' partners laughin. Jaw-jackin and scammin and plottin. Old soft-ass medicated cotton-ass nigga. You're out of line I told you once befo' it's dubya dot. Bust a Head dot com on mine hit the flo'!. And don't come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'. Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the Valle-jo. Still rappin like I'm po' - BEOTCH!. [Chorus]. [David Banner]. I'ma kill a motherfucker's ass if I have to. But is it worth it is the question that I ask you. To blast your punk-ass. And is you bleedin only to give Satan a damn good. reason to play with me look bitch I'm sayin. You don't listen 'less that tec-9 sprayin yo' ass. Glass breakin in your home boy thinkin you fast. I never mash out 'til the iron smack up yo' body. Then you pass out I pray to God for peace. I done best to get my black ass out of these streets. But y'all don't listen 'less I'm cussin and bustin the shit. You keep beggin and I'ma give it to ya you bitch!. In your face your back your chest neck and lungs. You want war you will get it for Mr. Crawfordson. They call me really really doe ain't no hoe in my blood. A couple slugs bitch you thugs'll give me a hug. Real gangster niggaz raise up. Y'all sticky ooh-wee niggaz blaze up. or get yo' ass sprayed up bitch nigga!. [E-40]. And there you have it! (And there you have it). Anybody can get it (anybody). Don't act like you can't get touched peeyimp!. Yeah my dude Bone Crusher (that's right). Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz (yeahhH!) David Banner. And E-40 Belafonte pimpskillet. Trust that BOTCH! BEOTCH!!