[E-40 having a playalistic converstaion]  Hoppin over barbed wire fences nigga  Had this one broad right, SHE was so damn sprung   she used to hold my motherfuckin.. motherfuckin SAC nigga!  Thought you though, nigga  And a motherfuckin.. V.H.S., uhh motherfuckin cannister  Nigga, yeah ay, I promise you nigga this game been so damn good  (Said this rap game's been good to me)  Hard times  (But I don't know how long that's gonna be..)    *Chorus: repeat 2X*  Hope I don't go back to slangin ya-yo  Slangin llello, to get my maillll    Verse One: E-40    Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the church  Red-handed, caught me stealin money out her purse  Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back  Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks  But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my  hands free car telephone lookin like I'm talkin to myself  Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like  choppin it up like true business men  Talkin about it, by the way  B - what we doin' this week on SoundScan?  If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley  Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley  Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks  Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks  Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers  with a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors  Sippin on Port, watchin my kids play basketball  in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court    *Chorus*    Verse Two: E-40    Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars  Dupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors  Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my ? everybody ain't able  to be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label  Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Saint Char-les  Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo  but now it's Merrill Lynch  And just think, I used to sit the bench  I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped  full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon   Po-po waitin for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente  emergency room with glocks, ready to Rodney King me to death  Somehow I managed to make my escape through  the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly  Found myself runnin through the Friendship Apartment Complex  over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the  People's Continuation High School  Somewhere off in Lofas, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh    *Chorus*    Verse Three: E-40    Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin  Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones  "Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathmatics  I'm doing a compilation, should I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?  I tell them, "Hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off the hinges  Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"  Game warrior invested, worldwide Sick-Wid-It shit, independent chips  BEYOOOOOOOOOTCH!    Ay see ay, I'ma tell you nigga  That's the thing about this whole thing that jump off  It's a fool cause a muh'fucka take his bloody money right  until he sit up there and he look and he say  "Hold on man, hold on man"  A muh'fucka, yknowmsayin?  You can either be at this shit  or you can be gone with this shit  and you look at it and then he say, "Man hold on  let me translate this shit - let me translate into some marbles  Let me liquidate my motherfuckin revenelles"  You understand what I'm sayin? 40-Water now, you understand?  Ay, ay, but look, check this out  I'm here to sprinkle motherfuckers, lace they tennis shoes  Teach them about the motherfuckin game-orienfested situations  that goes down in the motherfuckin motherfuckin soils weepolations  I ain't bullshittin niggaz!    [overlaps chorus]   .. I don't bullshit!   I ain't bullshittin nigga!    *Chorus*    [Singer] There's too many jealous brothers in this game  I can't stany the same... I gotta get mine    *Chorus*    [Singer] Get my money on..  Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go  Don't wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy    [E-40] To get your mail, BEYOOOOOOOTCH!