One More Gen - E-40

I'm tryin to hear some of that MOBB 
Make it sound like a gorilla tryin to get up out the trunk 
(Yeah  well let's get this shit crackin then) 
Super duper super duper  trunk rattlin 
(That's what I'm talkin 'bout) 
Old school  in the basement 
(Some shit for the fuckin trunk nigga) 
Magazine Street  Hillside type 
(This is what we do  all day like this nigga!) 
Mobb shit now! 
(Get this shit crackin den nigga!) 
It's a drought on 
(Fuck now!) 
BEOTCH! 
What you holla? What you say? What dey know? 
What dey know about this, so what dey know? 
What dey know about this, so what dey know? 
BEOTCH! Now... 
Strictly mobb, strictly mobb 
I might be rich and I rap, but sheeeyit 
A hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollars 
Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite on that 
I stay on stuff, fuck a cup, I likes to drink out the bottle 
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? secure my novel 
When, I was fifteen years old 
Straight dope game, I was told 
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin they body 
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature cause I'm Naughty 
Naughty 
La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull triggers 
We do cows travels and we, dump on niggaz 
Yeah, I'm Just a Hustler, remember that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989 
Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller 
My little sista Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated mission 
Tryin to have it In a Major Way after I was on the late night grind 
Strapped with nines and Desert Eagles, me and my weeples 
come deeper than them skinny bitches, crept on us not too long ago 
Sold our Lexuses and went back to the Cutlass Supreme 
Buster demand they Zima's and forked toes