I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a player fashion 
Makin it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n 
I be, representin my region and pullin up in somethin decent 
Used to buy shit off the lot, but now lately I've been leasin 
Like the white man I've been thinkin, tryin to come up with a plan 
How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and some land 
Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a shoe
Buy a couple of big Celebrities pimpin it ain't gotta be brand new 
I'm a boss about my shit, about the way I carry it
The way I wear my glasses low, the way I sport my toothpick 
The way I pop it at a hoe, the way I utilize my mouth 
The way I keep my fuckin blowover over at a relative's house 
Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo' cronies 
Gotta be about your allowance, and X out all the phonies 
Gotta watch out for them folks, gotta watch yo' conversations 
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping 

[Chorus] 
(Aww shit, talk in pig latin, use the codes) 
They might be taping 
(Aww man, you think they taping?) 
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping 
(Aww shit, they readin lips, cover your nose) 
They might be taping 
(Naw man, you think they taping?) 
Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping 

[E-40] 
40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't even had time to wash my face 
I been in the traffic tryin to get it, I ain't got time to fuckin waste 
My money's short like I'm slippin, I'm tryin to smack it up and flip it 
I'm tryin to turn this thousand dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket 
Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but that ain't the fuckin way 
Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than fake autographs on eBay 
My orangutangs'll growl, with our upside down smile 
We been doin it for a while, you can check my d-boy file 
I be fuckin 'em up like this man, I be killin 'em off like that 
Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes like rats 
Niggaz don't really know that I'm so sincere about this here 
Niggaz don't really know that I got my name from drinkin beer 
Do a cauliflowered ear, me and my muskateers 
Come through with them choppers, let the lil' homey steer 
I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my real career 
But I'm really packin woppers, pistols rusty like Pam Grier 

[Chorus] 

[Interlude] 
"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X] 
[E-40] They might be taping 
"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X] 
[E-40] Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping 

[E-40] 
I wish a motherfucker would, I'm still livin my second childhood 
My mentality, my frame of mind, all hood 
I'm in the local booth with my nine, breakin down a backwood 
Sippin on 40, drink cloud nine, try to get it while it's good 
In the heart of the soil, in the middle of the paint, where it ain't 
Where we park our cars on the grass, sell hop and push crank 
Where the dopefiends dig in our tracks and siphon gas from our tanks 
Where the biggest hypocrites in the church call themselves saints 
I don't gossip like bitches I mind my own fuckin business 
Dig yaper good money cause that sucker shit ain't nutritious 
I don't be burnin no bridges I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches 
Gumbo pots boil, good with the skillet like a chemist 
Steady long like a female weave, cooler than antifreeze 
Bust you in the toe like Eddie Murphy did DeLouise 
Act like you know what I represent, bitch please 
That powdered milk section 8 and that government cheese, hoe! 

[Chorus] 

[Outro - same as Interlude]

[E-40 - Verse 1] 
When i told ya i had a white gurl 
I thought yall was gonna hurl 
Yall looked sick but the bitch still suck on my dick 
{ohh} 
But to all my niggaz in the pin and some wating to get it in 
I want all yall niggas to.... 

[Chorus - E-40] 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 

[Doe - Verse 2] 
This is a discipline rap for my niggaz back in tha bin 
Tryin to hustle for the tin 
A discipline tracks for my niggaz that rap 
But now im back and i hope ya dont do that ... 
Soul is the heart of it i hope i can get every lil bit of it 
But sometimes ya gotta slow it down 
Like the few Mc's that do shows in my town 
Back in 2000 the rap game was lackin 
Like some of them rappers bringin two steps back in 
But today is the day for hunger in the game 
It aint bout the fame its all about the brains 
And if you got that and yo rhymes are phat 
Gone on head and do that 
But ya always gotta think ... 
Ohh u thought i stopped rappin 
Put yo money back in the bank on my rank im numba 1 
You is numba 2 i dont know what cha gone do 
Ya gotta think it threw but too all my Mc's 
Back in the game this shit it like it was back in the day 
Im bout to thorw the fist all my hoes do ya head like this {ohh} 

[Chorus - E-40] 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 

[E-40 - Verse 3] 
Check it out now 
My boy doe just ripped it 
Sip it smkoe it do sumthin wid it 
Get suppa sick wid it 
Girl im headin to tha south 
I really want u to head down south if u know what i mean 
Use ur mouth like ur in a bath ridin on a rath 
But to all my niggaz in the pin and some wating to get it in 
I want all yall niggas to.... 

[Chorus - E-40] 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 

[Keak Da Sneak - Verse 4] 
Super hyipihe in this bitch smokin on da litch 
Throw that bitch right back in that nasty ass ditch 
X on my side slab on my phab my car shoot bullets 
Like the arm of donavaon mccnabb but think fast hoe 
4-4 gone blow me and e-40 we got all the dough 
But my boy doe he git it to he hustlin at 14 
Tryin to get a wagur too 

[Chorus - E-40] 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this 
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this

[Verse 1: E-40] 
Out here is sick, AR-70's and albino pits (Albino pits) 
Patriots and bushmasters, home invasions and licks 
I'm in it to make the most, you in it to flamboast (Boast) 
You in it to tricking off to them hoes, I'm in to make her buy me some clothes (Clothes) 
I be treating my scraper like a Rolls, lemme stop lying, no I don't (Don't) 
I be sideways on two toys, all the rappers call me Unc (Unc) 
Feasible, unheathable, the best thing that ever did it (Did it) 
Incredible like E. Jerome, you pitch it, I'm a hit it (Hit it) 
One of my youngsters just got popped with a thumper (Thumper) 
They tryna wash him, they talking football numbers (Football numbers) 
They tryna stop him, it's murk in the Ave (In the Ave) 
Take one of mine, I'm take three of theirs (Three of theirs) 
Some of you suckers can't take a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage) 
A coon from a plum, kangaroo from a radish (From a raddish) 
Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame) 
Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane) 

[Hook: Stressmatic x2] 
Block, block, block, block boi 
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi 
... Block, block, block, block boi 
Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab 

[Verse 2: Miko] 
M wanted this piece, already (Already) 
Squat a 33-year-old Chevy (Old Chevy) 
Replace everything, all in Heat Cherry (Yeah) 
So much chrome under the hood, straight scary 
Get my grown man on, Sacramento Valley 
On 22's, playboy vet rallies (Rallies) 
Tremendo, to the extreme, where I go 
Pimping I'm cleaner than a San Jose car show 
... Hotter than Barstow in August 
Chevy Land love me, I'm year one flawless (One flawless) 
The law just, pull up beside me, give me the thumbs up 
I turn the beat up like "That's what up" 
Hah, studio tone, yadadamean 
Got us mobbed out, smacking like magazine (Like magazine) 
When I wanna roll deep, I gotta van (Gotta van) 
But right now, it's young Meek in the waterbed 

[Hook: Stressmatic x2] 
Block, block, block, block boi 
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi 
... Block, block, block, block boi 
Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab 

[Verse 3: E-40] 
Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot like a broken stove 
Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and Cholos 
... On the soil, taking precaution 
On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching, oooh 
... Good grief, it's never been this ugly out here, we in some heavy beef 
They left his body in the streets for twelve hours 
Candlelight vigils, sidewalk funerals and flowers, oooh 
These youngsters aint listening, they disrespecting me 
Aint no OG's to holler at, no one to detonate, oooh 
... Chemical babies, the parents smoking rocks 
Plus they aint never had a chance to know God (To know God) 
In my days, I was raised in the church 
Momma did what she could just to keep us off the turf (Keep us off the turf) 
... But it aint no one to blame (But) 
But Noriega and Regan and rock cocaine 

[Hook: Stressmatic x2] 
Block, block, block, block boi 
Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi 
... Block, block, block, block boi 
Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab