[E-40]  Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie  Think he mixin some hash with some of that Humboldt County grass  with dis sleazy from Union City, she wanted to freak me  when I was sticky but we did it anyway  Look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler  up under my seat, why? Robbers on my feet  Uhh, cops Elroy's po-po's wanna glock me  Chops, Elroy's ran up in my car  I hope none of y'all ain't in there crackin on the Presedential  under my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin  and up in there singin a capella  Cause that ain't the way the GAME was designed  You 'posed to see that if you BLIND  Blastin, cocked to the side, blowzin  Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp - walkin  I'ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklin  Pullin out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and I be bossin    Chorus: E-40    Where all my hustlers at?  Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats?  Where all my shooters? Dude when you stay, pop collars  Smoke tweed, twenty-fo' hours  Where all my ballers at?  Where all my timahs, shot callers at?  Where all my grimies? It's heavy weight  Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight    [E-40]  I pull up on the set - somebody died?  Why all the long faces - playboy, it's dry  Dry as in dry? Dry as in thirsty  cause we ain't had no work since Thursday  Know you ain't believe us but I got it, who want it?  By the way how y'all been survivin? Shoot we been STEPPIN on it!  Uhh - cut out the middle  From here on out {*cough*} no more scribble  Fast quota, fuck a slow nig'  Nigga my fetti's just as long as Ron Jeremy's dick!  Eighty-one years olda, pimpin don't trip!  Who you be bumpin? E-40 and The Click!  Uhh, I see the heads know me in the wind(?)  Family where you been? The pen, get in!  Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the block  What you see two crackheads steppin over, what? A rock    Chorus    [E-40]  Gimme a, Cadillac with a black man's drank  A forty ounce, the ghetto champagne  The lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to bounce  Take off her clothes and get butt-naked, Southern girl down South  A record deal so I ain't gotta dope deal  A faithful botch, a home-cooked meal  Take, I like a (?) estate  with them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate    Chorus 2X