[VERSE 1: E-40]
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When I entered the world and took my first breath of air
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The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer
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Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst
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He said, "Life can be good and life can stink like a berth"
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There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal
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So always pack a hammer and some nails
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As I got older I hung around older folk
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That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote
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I used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein silent
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I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket
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Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth
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But if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled off in a hearse
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I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six
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I said it befo' and I meant it
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This thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they ass like a belt
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If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself
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[CHORUS: Stresmatic (2x)]
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My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town
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Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around
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All in the game like we pitchin off the mound
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Four in the box and you know that shit pound
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[VERSE 2: Too $hort]
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If you don't like it you're a sucker
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You dont' bump this, you a stupid motherfucker
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All these years makin all these songs
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You never heard 'em? What planet you been on?
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The old ladies and the lil' kids
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Love 40 and Short, we so real with this
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You think about the game and what we sayin
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Since elementary school, what the fuck they playin?
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Born to Mack In a Major Way
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75 Girls, Tha Hall of Game
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Life Is... Federal
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Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go
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Our shit been poundin all yo life
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Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right
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Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump
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We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from
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[CHORUS: Stresmatic (2x)]
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[VERSE 3: E-40]
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We some bad motherfuckers
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E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother
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We just laugh at the suckers
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They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers
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Treat the rap game like the dope game
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Substitute verse licks for the cocaine
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Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained
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I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang
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[Too $hort]
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It's just another sunny day in the Golden State
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My other money's made when the hoes get paid
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I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop
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Everything you want is everything I got
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Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch
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Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks
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When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that
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If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack
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[Too $hort]
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You remember
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when you was a lil-ass kid
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in the car seat listenin to some E-40
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Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort
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in the old school
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I know you remember
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You grew up on that shit
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This Shit Pound
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E-40 |