[E-40]
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I like this Rick Rock
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I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a player fashion
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Makin it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n
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I be, representin my region and pullin up in somethin decent
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Used to buy shit off the lot, but now lately I've been leasin
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Like the white man I've been thinkin, tryin to come up with a plan
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How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and some land
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Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a shoe
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Buy a couple of big Celebrities pimpin it ain't gotta be brand new
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I'm a boss about my shit, about the way I carry it
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The way I wear my glasses low, the way I sport my toothpick
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The way I pop it at a hoe, the way I utilize my mouth
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The way I keep my fuckin blowover over at a relative's house
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Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo' cronies
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Gotta be about your allowance, and X out all the phonies
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Gotta watch out for them folks, gotta watch yo' conversations
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Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
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[Chorus]
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(Aww shit, talk in pig latin, use the codes)
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They might be taping
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(Aww man, you think they taping?)
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Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
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(Aww shit, they readin lips, cover your nose)
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They might be taping
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(Naw man, you think they taping?)
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Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
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[E-40]
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40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't even had time to wash my face
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I been in the traffic tryin to get it, I ain't got time to fuckin waste
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My money's short like I'm slippin, I'm tryin to smack it up and flip it
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I'm tryin to turn this thousand dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket
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Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but that ain't the fuckin way
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Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than fake autographs on eBay
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My orangutangs'll growl, with our upside down smile
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We been doin it for a while, you can check my d-boy file
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I be fuckin 'em up like this man, I be killin 'em off like that
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Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes like rats
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Niggaz don't really know that I'm so sincere about this here
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Niggaz don't really know that I got my name from drinkin beer
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Do a cauliflowered ear, me and my muskateers
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Come through with them choppers, let the lil' homey steer
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I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my real career
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But I'm really packin woppers, pistols rusty like Pam Grier
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude]
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"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X]
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[E-40] They might be taping
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"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X]
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[E-40] Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping
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[E-40]
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I wish a motherfucker would, I'm still livin my second childhood
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My mentality, my frame of mind, all hood
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I'm in the local booth with my nine, breakin down a backwood
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Sippin on 40, drink cloud nine, try to get it while it's good
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In the heart of the soil, in the middle of the paint, where it ain't
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Where we park our cars on the grass, sell hop and push crank
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Where the dopefiends dig in our tracks and siphon gas from our tanks
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Where the biggest hypocrites in the church call themselves saints
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I don't gossip like bitches I mind my own fuckin business
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Dig yaper good money cause that sucker shit ain't nutritious
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I don't be burnin no bridges I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches
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Gumbo pots boil, good with the skillet like a chemist
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Steady long like a female weave, cooler than antifreeze
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Bust you in the toe like Eddie Murphy did DeLouise
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Act like you know what I represent, bitch please
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That powdered milk section 8 and that government cheese, hoe!
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[Chorus]
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[Outro - same as Interlude]
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They Might Be Taping
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