(Intro)   Y'all ready for this  ARE YOU READY!!!!!!  Ho, uh, uh    (Chorus - 2x)  Why they don't fuck with us  Don't fuck with us, don't fuck with us  Don't fuck with us    [E-40]  I use colorful rhymes, you probably heard  From somebody else's lit, but really it's my spit  I came from the streets, I'm not from the 'burbs  Although I stay in the burbs, I come from the streets  Money hungry hustlers trying to make ends meet  Stingy young brothers when we walk we squeak  Have street, have money, have heart  I ain't trying to but I'm trying to go off the park  I'm on deck, Sick Wid It Records I rep  I'm a vet, but I spit like a youngster from the set  I ain't tripping, I knew it was political  They left us out the top for us, me and Mystikal  I rap fast but you could quote my rhymes  The greatest game spitter of all times  The most underrated rapper in the game  But everybody wanna use my slang    (Chorus - 4x)    [E-40]  I don't know what they was thinking  When they thought what they was thinking  But they shit enough to fuck it  I've been a hustler since birth  So when they haul me off and   Put me up in that hearse remember this verse  I did a song with Fred Durst, as far as the independent  Underground rap scene, I was the first  To get a big deal, couple mill, and some mo'  See times have changed ever since then back in '94  Playa been eating off that bill, for a while  I always did me I never changed my style  I gave it to you raw and uncut  75 percent of the words, I made it up  You ask me why I speak the real the way I feel  How come E-40 so groupie and y'all so game goofy  Started to the back that I'm a force  They never put me on the cover of The Source    (Chorus - 4x)    [E-40]  Next tape, they can't trace the calls  I change numbers, like a playa changes draws  I'm having money, money long stretch like a ?burshie?  When he use to come around ask the easter bunny  (Tell me do you know E-40)  Bet you the players say that's the homie  You liable to find me on the AVE. on the main drag  Or on the corner sipping yac up out a brown paper bag  I don't need no iron on my ready crease  Enough game to sell sand to a beach  Enough game to sell a hooker to a priest  Enough game to sell rookie rocket Scottie to a street  I rap fast but you could quote my rhymes  The greatest game spitter of all times  The most underrated rapper in the game  But everybody wanna use my slang    (Chorus - 4x)    (*ad-libs*)