[E-40]. Freak nasty super bad earring in her tongue. Smell good Prada bag angel perfume cologne. I'm tryin to have me that lipstick by Mac. Make like a car accident hit her from the back. My fetti might be salty but my game ain't damp see I be hood(?). but the only cheese I ever had was from the goods. and man that was divided among (?) brothers and sisters. Raised without a dad. Basically we was supposed to be have to make good. but what we hadn't (?) get the gat from one of my (?). on the tough Uncle Bruce(?). Hustle in my veins and lungs sucker pump. Chickenheads squash through my hood with good intentions. but always end up sparkin antennas on bus benches. Watchu know whatchu say what's the sco'?. Is it a go? Then you with me after the show. You smell? We hit the hotel and knock boots. Taught me some thangs like who? Like Dr. Ruth. HEY!! (HEY!!) HOE!! (HOE!!). All up in the kitchen on the flo' feel the mantra. Chorus: repeat 2X {sung}. Do what you do good cause you know what you know good. Do what you do good cause you know what you know good. [Do what you know good]. [E-40]. Uhh rappers sport my style like they sport clothes. then have the nerve to say they made it up now that's some hoes. That ain't no stickin to the rules and regulationship. That ain't no man if he can't admit he grew up on The Click. On the East they got hot dogs and pretzel stands. On the West they got tacos and burrito vans. In the South it's (??) and briscuit. What about the Midwest? The midwest dey just love to kick it!. Top shelf ghetto tycoon the area sponsor. Can't be seen like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster. Dialin for dollars paper route and money counters. Scrilla scratchin paper chasin poppin collars. Chorus. [singer]. Do what I know good. I kick it in the hood real good. Smoke real fat big blunts. Sticky-ickies to the lil' krunks. Thirty-one double-eight-seven that's nine-eleven. Act like you're livin. [E-40]. I ain't no Captain. At the bar signin autographs on napkins. Ball til we have it all - bartender talkin about. "Last call for alcohol!". I'm bout to get to mashin on that (??). if we don't get no mo' (??) throw glasses at that Moesha fag. and I'm walkin up out the do' step stuck and stutterin. Didn't even screw up and hit the floor. If I woulda fell it woulda been embarassing. Full of that there liquor walked into a closet. But I'm a king size nigga baby pull my coattail! And just...