[E-40] BEYOTCH!. Whas happenin whas happenin?. You got to love this yere nigguh. My boys my Hot Boys. Juve and ??. Bout to lace this game nigga. Do it the way we do it with E-4-0 Charlie Hustle. [B.G.]. Look I went from rags to riches stank hoes to bad bitches. Stealin niggaz cars to TV's in Expeditions. Thuggin is how I play it everyday all day. I keep it all the way real I can't see it no other way. I represent mines Hot Boys. Slip up my whole click rides get shot boy. That's how it go; we straight do or die - we checkmate holdin niggaz. Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' nigga. (Juvenile! Juvenile! Juvenile!). [Juvenile]. Let's get this shit cracklin. My probation officer's gonna know what happened. Stay out the way I'm H-O-T and bout that action. Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin camouflage fashion. I'm all about that luxury (luxury) - I'm also bout. puttin 50 in yo' head boy if you thinkin bout fuckin me. I'ma be here fo' a minute (what else?) you gotta respect it (uh-huh). There's a lot of niggaz out here gettin killed to accept it. [E-40] BEYOTCH!. Chorus: E-40 and Hot Boys (repeat 2X). Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (LOOK AT ME). Squattin twenty inch Twinkies (LOOK AT ME). I'm like that! It's like that! WHAT?. I'm like that! It's like that! (LOOK AT ME). [E-40]. Charlie Hustle on it in the fast lane drivin slow. with a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe. Squattin four times ga-uh gold Zenith wides and vogues. Bout snuffin down right next to me is the call from the frogs. Uhh - sound system on bloo-blam-blam. Puffin on the doobie almost grubbed dang it burnt in my lap. Smokin trees with the window up (windows up). Traffic backed up middle finger up. I don't associate or surround myself with C.I.'s. Confidential Informants snitches affadavits stool pigeons. Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps I be kickin it real tough. with the P.I.'s hustlers tycoons. Gangsters killers that might not even look like. with trophies up under they shelf sky ballers all kind of Benzes. Player type individuals thugged out times a thousand. Those nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses gazillionaires. New millenium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs. House parties strip joints gamblin shacks and hole in the wall clubs. [E-40] BEYOTCH!. Chorus. [Baby]. Man it's like neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch. So get yo' paper straight nigga and go and buy some shit. TV's inside when I ride bitch. And I'ma hide these hoes behind limo tints. Fulfill my dreams I'm a rich bitch. And when I hit yo' hood I'ma blind a bitch. Shine tape sellin got me buyin shit. Dyin? Gon' be here past ninety-nine slick. Rewind these hoes back to time slick. So nigga slap that bitch bat that batch. Kick her in the ass and tell that hoe Hot Boy in this bitch. So nigga fuck that bitch tell her suck yo' dick. [Lil' Wayne]. Now now. Here come the youngest Wayne you can call me Weezy. Flyin up the interstate in a Lamborghini. Police right behind me I'm drivin too fast. I pull over on the grass they want my autograph. I flipped off ki's I get my G's. I spit my 3's if you twist my cheese. I'm duckin white sheets and I avoid the Feds. If you think that you can stop us - boi go auhead. Chorus. [E-40] BEYOTCH!. [Juvenile]. E-Feezy and the HB's in this motherfucker man (the Hot Boys). Juvenile (Bosco) you heard about me. The B.G. (uh-huh) the number one stun'na (uh-huh uh-huh). Baby Thirty-Two Gold ya heard me?. The Bay Area and the U-P-T (uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh). We connected nigga you gotta respect it. It's off the heezy.