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Intro: E-40<br /><br />I pledge allegiance to the ghetto, uh<br />I pledge allegiance to the game, uh<br />I pledge allegiance to the money and the cars<br />and the pussy and the bitches and the fame, uh<br />*repeat*<br /><br />(BEEYATCH!!!!)<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on<br />up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on<br />In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab<br />Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs<br />Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh<br />Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up<br />Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)<br />Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up<br /><br />[WC]<br />Fuck talkin, I'm chalkin niggas, best ta get ta walkin<br />It's The Shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my nigga the Chickenhawk in on<br />that 'throw it up throw it up' dip, as I dips, skip with the Euro clip<br />Hangin for chips on 100-spoke whips<br />All I know is pussy, money and color bandanas<br />and tryin to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel Sanders<br />Play us by the trigger so I'ma live by the trigger<br />And rivals, seven bitches for all my hoodlum and thug niggas<br /><br />[E-40]<br />???? ???? regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang soprano<br />Wild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin platinum, door and panel<br />Never dustin up, never crackin under pressure<br />Seems to me I do my time and I get out whenever, EARLY<br />People say I smell like Glocks - "what kind of cologne you got on?"<br />I tell 'em, "Heckler & Koch!"<br />Johnnie Walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is what<br />I drink a nigga up under the table<br />While all you powder puff niggas drink all that fuzzy navel<br /><br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />To all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on<br />up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on<br />In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab<br />Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs<br />Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh<br />Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up<br />Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)<br />Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up<br /><br />[Mack 10]<br />Well it's that old Inglewood gangbang, hustlin ass nigga<br />That dope game, flossin ho, bustin ass nigga<br />still grindin while rhymin now up to seven figures<br />Low-down, duct tapin, 2-11 lick hitter<br />Hoo Bangin' sendin birds outta town on the bus<br />If ya in to sellin crack, nigga fuck with us<br />I got cars and a mansion with wine in the cellar<br />and a bitch on my team that'll kill when I tell her<br /><br />[E-40]<br />Back with ninjas so ya know<br />I do this for Folsom and ?Susanville?, fo' sho'<br />My niggas in Quentin and Vacaville, before I<br />From Chino to Tracey to Hatchedby to Rikers Island<br />Pelican Bay solid, dat Long Park and Terminal Island<br />Keep on smilin, dialin and callin collect<br />Cos you're my focus, you know I'm accept<br />A za-, a zap board, deuce amps<br />Shoot dice with, to all my stamps (BEEYATCH!!!!)<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />[WC]<br />Could it be me, or was it this chronic or Bombay<br />that got me puttin it down for all my hoodlums around the way<br />Lex spares, money dippin, bullet-proof vests and sack warriors<br />All my street niggas, east to the west to the souths, I can't hearin ya<br /><br />[Mack 10]<br />If it ain't Charlie Hustle, it's that nigga Mack Manson<br />While the G homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancin<br />and we stay Lexed up wit the parlay features<br />Sportin beamed-up Chucks wit the flamed-up creases<br /><br />[E-40]<br />I represent the flat lands, the alley ways, the moms and pops<br />The Chinese, the AK, the fiend, the rocks<br />The liquor store on every corner, the laundromat<br />The quick-to-run-up-on-the-nigga, to peel a cap<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Outro: E-40<br /><br />A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all<br />A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all<br />A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all<br />A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all<br />A getcha scrill y'all, a dollar bill y'all<br />A dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill y'all<br />A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all<br />A dollar, a dollar, a getcha scrill y'all<br />BEEYATCH!!!<br /><br />BEEYATCH!!!!!!!!!!
New song lyrics
Intro: E-40<br /><br />I pledge allegiance to the ghetto, uh<br />I pledge allegiance to the game, uh<br />I pledge allegiance to the money and the cars<br />and the pussy and the bitches and the fame, uh<br />*repeat*<br /><br />(BEEYATCH!!!!)<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on<br />up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on<br />In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab<br />Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs<br />Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh<br />Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up<br />Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)<br />Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up<br /><br />[WC]<br />Fuck talkin, I'm chalkin niggas, best ta get ta walkin<br />It's The Shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my nigga the Chickenhawk in on<br />that 'throw it up throw it up' dip, as I dips, skip with the Euro clip<br />Hangin for chips on 100-spoke whips<br />All I know is pussy, money and color bandanas<br />and tryin to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel Sanders<br />Play us by the trigger so I'ma live by the trigger<br />And rivals, seven bitches for all my hoodlum and thug niggas<br /><br />[E-40]<br />???? ???? regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang soprano<br />Wild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin platinum, door and panel<br />Never dustin up, never crackin under pressure<br />Seems to me I do my time and I get out whenever, EARLY<br />People say I smell like Glocks - "what kind of cologne you got on?"<br />I tell 'em, "Heckler & Koch!"<br />Johnnie Walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is what<br />I drink a nigga up under the table<br />While all you powder puff niggas drink all that fuzzy navel<br /><br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />To all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on<br />up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on<br />In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab<br />Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs<br />Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh<br />Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up<br />Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)<br />Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up<br /><br />[Mack 10]<br />Well it's that old Inglewood gangbang, hustlin ass nigga<br />That dope game, flossin ho, bustin ass nigga<br />still grindin while rhymin now up to seven figures<br />Low-down, duct tapin, 2-11 lick hitter<br />Hoo Bangin' sendin birds outta town on the bus<br />If ya in to sellin crack, nigga fuck with us<br />I got cars and a mansion with wine in the cellar<br />and a bitch on my team that'll kill when I tell her<br /><br />[E-40]<br />Back with ninjas so ya know<br />I do this for Folsom and ?Susanville?, fo' sho'<br />My niggas in Quentin and Vacaville, before I<br />From Chino to Tracey to Hatchedby to Rikers Island<br />Pelican Bay solid, dat Long Park and Terminal Island<br />Keep on smilin, dialin and callin collect<br />Cos you're my focus, you know I'm accept<br />A za-, a zap board, deuce amps<br />Shoot dice with, to all my stamps (BEEYATCH!!!!)<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />[WC]<br />Could it be me, or was it this chronic or Bombay<br />that got me puttin it down for all my hoodlums around the way<br />Lex spares, money dippin, bullet-proof vests and sack warriors<br />All my street niggas, east to the west to the souths, I can't hearin ya<br /><br />[Mack 10]<br />If it ain't Charlie Hustle, it's that nigga Mack Manson<br />While the G homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancin<br />and we stay Lexed up wit the parlay features<br />Sportin beamed-up Chucks wit the flamed-up creases<br /><br />[E-40]<br />I represent the flat lands, the alley ways, the moms and pops<br />The Chinese, the AK, the fiend, the rocks<br />The liquor store on every corner, the laundromat<br />The quick-to-run-up-on-the-nigga, to peel a cap<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Outro: E-40<br /><br />A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all<br />A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all<br />A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all<br />A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all<br />A getcha scrill y'all, a dollar bill y'all<br />A dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill y'all<br />A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all<br />A dollar, a dollar, a getcha scrill y'all<br />BEEYATCH!!!<br /><br />BEEYATCH!!!!!!!!!!
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