Yay
Area
[Verse 1]
Heavyweight, a vet not
an amateur (What else?)
Looted up, I pushed pies
like moon calendar (What you gonna do?)
Shoot it up if I must,
take over shop
Get out the car and walk,
sneak up on partner and do a dome-shot
Ka-pow, ka-pow, ka-pow,
ka-pow, oooh
Then I blend into the
crowd
... Hang with a bunch
of hotheads, super hyphy and wild
Tell your batch to stop
asking about a player
Get quiet about a player,
can't fuck her right now, later
I'm busy getting my paper
and riding around in my scraper
Interacting, networking
and campaigning like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Like McCormick's, I'm
seasoned, I run my reason (You run your reason)
Y'all think I'm starving,
hell naw nigga, I'm eating (We eating)
They barking like Dino,
lying and cheating
Keep jacking my lingo,
one of these rappers gone end up leaking
[Hook x4]
Yay Area!!
Like that, tell the people
that 40 Water is back
[Verse 2]
We be to rap, what key
be to lock (Key be to lock)
Cut a quarter or two
and bend the block (Bend the block)
The West aint been the
same without Pac
So I, guess it's up to
E-40 and Rick Rock, oooh
... Stunting... you hear
40 new shit, he on there coming
You hear 40 new shit,
he on there dumping
Be all the women talk
about, that nigga something, oooh (Where you born at?)
Born and raised in the
Yay (Uh huh)
Got some folks in Lumpockets,
Skeleton Bay
... Kilo grams I had
to measure, finger on my heckler
Having more paper...
than a paper shredder, oooh
Tycoon till I fall (Till
I fall)... I don't sound like none of y'all (none of y'all)
You getting independent
scratch (Uh huh), just remember the nigga that taught you that
[Hook x4]
Yay Area!!
Like that, tell the people
that 40 Water is back
[Verse 3]
Oooh, (Who you loyal
to?) Loyal to my soil
Never leave the pound
without my blessing oil (Uh huh)
Cuz I surround myself
with felons (What they do?)
Pop inner-tubes and bust
melons, oooh
... Hustlers... On the
look-out for the racket-busters, on the look-out for the fools
The racket-busters mean
them people, them folks, them undercovers
Never tell a batch what
you up to (What she might do?)
Cuz one day she might
tell on you (And what else?)
And you'll be sitting
in the can (While she what?)
While she fucking on
your friends (Uh huh)
Spending all your yaper
(What else pimp?)
Riding round in your
scraper (What she giving?)
Giving brains (Uh huh),
all the hood homies run the choo-choo train
[Hook x4]
Yay Area!!
Like that, tell the people
that 40 Water is back
Muscle Cars(feat.
Keak Da Sneak, Turf Talk)
Muscle Cars- yeeeey'!..
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Not out of the local
news paper, but out the AutoTrader
Cleaner, than virgin
cuchie, my nigg', one on her Cutlass, playa'
The beat wrapped in monster
cables, the speakers thump'n
Trunk sound'n like Godzilla,
and King Kong, back there thump'n
All we do is wic, and
get high and petal and push!
Organic weed, mysterey
weed, just purple cush!
I cut the the rear weld,
on my whip, and filled that bitch up
and now muscle car sit'n
up high like a monster truck
Monster up', suck up
to none, don't be no poodle
Split his pack open like
pack of Top Ramen noodle
In the heart of the soil,
where you can find me
Try me fuck boi', and
get your face put on a white tee
40, Turf Talk and Keak
the Sneak
They maynee' ass voices,
and they styles is hekka unique
High speed chase's and
run'n lights
Water in the duals, make
loud glass pipes
[Chorus]
[Keak Da Sneak]
Thumper, and carburator.
four speed Trany
Dual exahust dipped in
sauce
My car is a beast, catch
me in the streets side ways
Threw the East Side-Boi',
crunk like Lil' Jon
Show 40, and Mac Keak
the last don
East Okaland the land
of the side show
Richmond, Frisco, to
the Valley Jo'
I'm ridin side ways,
this way and that way
Doors open, while in
traffic
Hold the door open, (Hello!)
Shit'n on em', no front'n
455 got me run'n up on
Aston Martins
We run from dem on streets,
not the freeway
B&M shift kit (kirrrk)
me and Danny Phea
On my celly cell stright
lace with no fuck'n dew
Mobb'n in my Ol' skool,
like Lil' Bruce'
[Chorus]
[Turf Talk]
Four 15's, beat supreme
Told niggaz fuck Rally's,
ride gold one's mayne'
Mother's off candid,
don't hate cause I ain't me
Race, foo, smoke in yo'
face, foo'
Super charger, push this
botton and my engine start up
Pistol tucked
Might be pirmiered, but
my engine souped up
Quick to the floor, when
you open yours
Don't scratch my doors.
350' I push heavy
Not a Ford it's (Chevy),
(Chevy), (Chevy)
First owner, not too
many miles on her
We rep the BAY, we don't
rep Califronia, (I'm lie'n...)
I'm run you for your
car note
Why you don't got SS's
in front of your Monte Carlo?
Residence full of white
folks
I'm leave fresh tire
marks top of they asphalt
[Bridge]
You got muscle car? You
fuck'n wit' dem Muscle cars?
[Chorus]
E- 40 - Gouda
(feat. B-Legit, Stressmatic
of The Federation)
[Intro]
Gouda
Sick Wid It Records
BME
Warner Brothers
The Machinery (Yee!)
Oooh, look out pimp!
Heavy on the grindin'
entertainment
Stovetop productions
[Verse 1 - E-40]
Oooh, Hustlers are us
My game sharper than
an elephant's tusk
Me myself at night the
only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open
finger on the pistol clutch (Ka ka ka!)
I got my hands and everything,
I'm real instrumental
I'm as real as they come
and got no bitch potential
When I was comin' up
there certain things we don't allow
Like long fingernails
and me and arching the eyebrow
Here's another thing
I don't condone and don't approve
How all of a sudden snitchin'
became cool (I dunno)
I'm gamed up I be chewin'
on this mack granite
OG Jay be stomped that
laced that niggas posted never can
I brought the baddest
broad in the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece
just by my manipulation
I can make it look like
I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to
put on the dress and break her for her purse
[Hook]
Ten wraps and a rubber
band (Gouda)
Three or four more in
my other hand (Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
Twenty-five, thirty,
thirty-five, forty (Chalupa)
Gettin' money I'm a stunna,
man (Gouda)
In a 'lac shootin' box
like a hundred grand (Gouda)
Forty-five, fifty-five,
sixty-five, seventy-five (Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five,
wait, what am I doing? (Chalupa)
[Verse 2 - E-40]
A day in the life on
the soil in Caliscrillya
Take the wrong turn and
these youngstas out here kill ya
Well I ain't concerned,
they love us hustlas and dealers
They wanna tear our houses
down so they can build some of my kids
Oooh, Just tryna get
my point across
Where I'm from it's pandamonium
and chaos
Where I'm from the lights
is off, we use matches
Where I'm from we do
it bare-faced instead of ski masks (Ka ka ka!)
Oooh, No more talking
on them cells
I heard the federal went
ahead and bought Nextel (what?)
Oooh, Over-crowded jails
They got us sleepin'
in the gym instead of our own cells
Ooh, Put our yeti together
Me and my investors,
we flippin' ten or better
I got some booty, got
a little bit of cheddar
Mama now you got more
killers than a peacock better
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - B-Legit]
Gettin' money I'm a stunna
man
With bitch like I do
little whips about the stunna van
My ? she a runner man
Off top, i'ma boss, shoot
a box full of rubber bands
Contraband, on the other
hand
Big girls, big quips,
turn around, roll center man
On the real, I'm a gentleman
Put the scrilla, I'm
a killa, man, hit it like a little man
What you doin' with that?
From the scratch, we
can load up the 'lac
A-1, we can bring that
back
From day 1, we get them
wraps
Big stacks from the back
of the shack
Ayee, I buy the weed
man
Hella turkey bags just
to put my weed in
Ohhh, we gettin' chalupa
Wrapped cheese in a rubber
band and call it gouda
[Hook]
[Interlude]
Look out pimp! Ai-i-i-te!
What it do!
We gettin' it, so whatchu
need? (Gouda)
Bay business, so whatchu
need? (Gouda)
We gettin' it, so whatchu
need? (Gouda)
Ice ?, so whatchu need?
(Chalupa)
We gettin' it, so whatchu
need? (Gouda)
Bay business, so whatchu
need? (Gouda)
We gettin' it, so whatchu
need? (Gouda)
Sick Wid It, so whatchu
need? (Chalupa)
We doin' way too much
(Gouda)
We never watered down,
we doin' way too much (Gouda)
And you don't wanna stunt
with us (Gouda)
Hustlers are us, we doin'
way too much (Chalupa)
We doin' way too much
(Gouda)
We never watered down,
we doin' way too much (Gouda)
And you don't wanna stunt
with us (Gouda)
Hustlers are us, we doin'
way too much (Chalupa)
[Hook]
[Outro]
The definition of gouda
(What's the definition?)
Chalupa, scrilla, scratch,
paper, yaper
Capital (the definition)
Gouda means cheese, and
cheese means yaper you square ass square butts
Biiiiiattchhhhh!
Let's get back to what
we'se talkin' about earlier
What was we talkin' about
earlier, pi-imp?
Hustlers...hustlers are
us. Uh oh. Ahhh.
Look out (Look out, pimp) |
Tell
Me When To Go (feat. Keak Da Sneak)
[Hook x2]
Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb,
dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
[Verse 1: E-40]
Ooh. Jesus Christ had
dreads, so shake em
I aint got none, but
I'm planning on growing some
Imagine all the Hebrews
going dumb
Dancing on top of chariots
and turning tight ones (eeerrrrr!)
Ooh, tell me when to
go (dumb)
Talking on my Ghettro
on the way to the store
... My 2nd or 3rd trip
Some Henny, some Swishers
and some Listerine strips
Dr. Greenthumb lips,
just to ease my thoughts
Not just the cops, but
the homies you got to watch
The moon is full, look
at the dark clouds
Sitting in my scraper,
watching Oakland Gone Wild... Ta-dow
I don't bump mainstream,
I knock underground
All that other shit,
sugar-coated and watered down
I'm from the Bay where
we hyphy and go dumb
From the soil where them
rappers be getting their lingo from
[Hook x2]
Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb,
dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
[Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak]
I'm off that 18 dummy
juice
.... Yadamean, labeled
the Black Zeus
King of the super dooper
hyphy (hyphy, hyphy, hyphy, hyphy)
And your wife, she don't
like me (like me, like me, like me, like me)
>From the Bay to the
A
Put me in the back wood,
Swisher sweet bud, orange lace (Let's go, it's dope)
Bitches wish I wrote,
I said they couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid past on the gas,
bitches looking at me
It's good, it's good
like the granddaddy
Cross game, you get flipped
like a burger patty
Or zig-zagged... pass
me a big old fatty
.... I drink white, with
a snow bunny
Talking big shit in the
scraper, going hella dummy
1800, Jose Cuervo
Yadada mean, yadada I'm
saying though
[Hook x2]
Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb,
dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
[Outro: E-40]
[x4] Ghost-ride the whip
[x8] Now... Scrape
[x4] Put your stunna
shades on
[x2] Now... Gas, brake,
dip, dip
[x4] Shake them dreads
[x4] Let me see you show
your grill
[x4] Now... Thizz face
[x4] Doors open, mayne
[x4] Now... Watch em
swang
[x2] Go stupid, go (dumb,
dumb)
[Hook x2]
Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb,
dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Go Hard Or Go Home
(feat. The Federation)
Introducing...E-40...the
almighty...707...Rick Rock...Federation...(Whoooooo)
Go [x9] Hey hey.
Go hard [x2]
[E-40]
Ooh...Verbal vomit...I
keep one on it
Not the scrill but you
can call me ebonics
Sideshows goin nutty
dumbin out
Take the wrong turn and
get your roof stomped out
Old school vans doors
open, me and my coupe
And some stoners we get
high like Shaggy from Scooby Doo
I'm whiskeyed, I'm hit,
I ain't go no patience
But I'm a couple tacos
short of a combination
Ooh...Get on your head
like a shavel ? from the gravel
When them scams dope
deals be goin south
Look how swivel the metal
flower want the fast quarter fuck us for niggas 6 bucks an hour
From the rooter to the
tooter He's the driver I'm the shooter
Don't be fuckin with
my goon
Orgasms, high pots, and
trill phones, sidekicks and ringtones
Go hard or go home
[Hook x8]
Go hard...
Go hard or go home
[Goldie]
? To the moon I coon
like high school
My goons take no prisoners...what
fool
What's beef. (Niggas
want E-40 on a fat verse)
Swingin through the drive-thru,
smash the front
Jackin' off. If you're
from the Yay, that's what.
Open up the doors, go
(go) ?
Sick, Monkey on my back
Psychos on my milk, won't
let me go
Down my throat, Yes (yes),
cuz (cuz), buzz (buzz)
What (what), I (I), go
(go), numb (numb)
Slack folks like Droop-E
too
Put thumb on the back
like Rick on the NPC
[Hook]
[Interlude x4]
We jumpin on the top,
man, scrape hella cool
3 or 4 niggas tryina
cave in a room
[Stress]
Little purp, cuss like
a sailor
Hand on my waist in the
2-man tailor
Get rich, hate being
bold
My bitch keep askin for
juicy ?
In the club, you know
we strapped up
My white tee shirt look
like coke wrapped up
Forces and jeans, can't
wear slacks
Got good hair, new wave
cap
Smoke block, standin
on the curb
Same niggas with me I
been knowin since the 3rd
Tryna get it, sucks bein
bummy
Never should've give
you niggas money
[Doon]
My bitch wanna see drop
H's
Grind more than Haitians
or Jamaicans
Ain't about money, then
ain't got patience
Don't bring money, then
don't have relations
Some like Hannibal, I'm
a mammal
Ain't with monkeys like
Mike and Emmanuel
Change the channel, rearrange
panels
0-7 like the perm old
cabby
And this babby she don't
bring patties
She can't ride shotgun
in the ? Caddy
Pull my nigga in, let
him count paint
Don't cut him off like
J did Dane
[Hook]
Sick Wit It
E- 40 -
Sick Wid It II
(feat. Turf Talk)
[Turf Talk + (E-40)]
Damn nigga, ay where
Mikey at mayne?
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E!
You old enough to drink nigga?
Whassup cousin? (Whassup
tycoon, what's goin on?)
It's your young nephew
Turkey mayne
(What is it boy? What's
goin on family?)
There's a lot of shit
that need to be said big cousin
(Talk to me, I'll talk
back)
First of all I'ma start
by just sayin we can't be fucked with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood
in this motherfucker (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It nigga (now)
been runnin this shit
[E-40]
Look out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cushion
cut bezel
I'm busy I ain't even
had time to eat a fortune cookie
Since I signed with BME
every promoter
and every agency in the
industry been tryin to book me
Mackin-ass 40, what that
do?
Sometimes me, always
you
Man you a real-ass nigga,
man you a boss
If I had yo' hand I woulda
been done cut mine off
A cult following, hustlers
they love me
Kill a tree and put a
rock in the hospital over me
If you see me up in the
mountains with a lion, I ain't lyin
Nigga don't help me,
my nigga help the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand
dollar stacks
Turn a couple of ki's
into a couple hundred racks
The main drag, the soil,
the blacktop
The gravel, the D-spot,
we open like IHOP
[Turf Talk]
Yea mayne! These motherfuckers
know!
Nigga this is big 40-Water
motherfucker!
The ambassador of the
Bay nigga!
Nigga we stay eatin over
here motherfucker!
You niggaz need to step
your motherfuckin weight up nigga
Sick Wid It, BME motherfucker
[E-40]
Look out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I
got that work
Fuck e'rybody else, I
got myself on my shirt
Better hurry up and come
and get 'em we got the lowest rates
I'm tellin you pimpin
cause they goin like hotcakes
Cops come and spoil it
we flushin it down the toilet
Throw it in the battery
acid and then destroy it
Pay attention and learn,
while I teach you how to grit and grind
Fifteen five? All the
time (cool)
These square-ass rappers,
they get a few bucks
Then they, lose contact
get out of touch
With the, with the streets,
we stick to the turf like cleets
Off the leash, we thirsty
we hungry we beasts
Look out, watch out,
here come the jumpout
Hide your dope in your
anus, and put the weed out
'Fore they beat us and
choke us and take our funds
And shoot us with them
tazer guns
[Turf Talk]
You niggaz'll get your
motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin with us boy
Nigga we been doin this
shit nigga
Niggaz need to bow the
fuck down and pay homage nigga
Niggaz been stealin our
shit for years 40!
Niggaz brave to talk
around these motherfuckers, WATER!
[E-40]
The whole enchilada,
the whole taco
Motherfucker I'm a capo!
Play with hundred round
drums
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy nigga, watch
every penny that I spend
Go to any hood in the
world and fit right in
A young nigga, with an
old soul
A busy nigga, put the
President on hold
Ride Vogues, 26 inch
toes
Got the inside of the
laws smokin like broke stogs
You can find me in the
mall, buyin up all the clothes
Or in A-T-L or Club 112,
throwin them 'bows
Left and right arms froze,
cold like the ice from the cooler
Just left the jeweler,
rose gold, Frank Mueller
I smoke big, growin weed
in my garage
Police roll up, I got
a cannabis card
[Turf Talk]
Wait wait wait! Money..
power and respect motherfucker
40 told you niggaz mayne!
We hongry nigga!
We eat soup with a fork
around this bitch mayne!
Knahmean? Step your motherfuckin
weight up nigga
You niggaz pockets is
touchin motherfucker
You starvin! [laughter] |
