E-40 Yee Ft. Too Short, Budda Lyrics

[Chrous]
That's the call of my thugs
When they step up in the club they go yee
When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yee
You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin' yee
If its lookin' like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee

[E-40]
My area code grows some of the best weed in the world
My ninja we aint no punk
They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice
Cause we always smell like skunk
Sloppy drunk nine times out of ten every time you see me
Bending corners in my brand new Dodge Durango Hemi
Pimpin' the law up on us - Officer Smokey and Mr. Johnny Law
Always pullin' me over and searchin' my f___ing car
Searchin' my Gluteus Maximus - flashlight in my jaw
Actin' like some batchesses - thinkin' I got rock
Doin' it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the lid, smoke a spliff,
Earl bent, push ya wig, bout' my nig
Everybody wanna talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark
Everybody wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that saw, wanna peel up top
I get a call from young bop, he up out my zone
He said yo hillside n____ Ned on his way home
I said well tell him to call me - I love his a__ to death
Any n____ hatin' we gonna take his last breath

[Chrorus]
That's the call of my thugs
When they step up in the club they go yee
When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yee
You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin' yee
If its lookin' like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee

[Too $orth]
b_____ ! It's yo partna from the town ma'an
I see yall doin' it big you getting' down ma'an
Yeah I f___ with the V, Richmond know me
Where every n____s ballin' that's where b____es gonna be
You can go across the bridge f___ing wit a b____
Don't matter which side you be all up in some s___ before you know it
It aint like it used to be
Everybody got straps to shoot you or me
I give a f___ about who, I don't even know you
Sup - yeah pimpin' I got my thang too
And its coo cause I know you know it
I aint even gotta pull it
I aint even gotta show it
Don't blow it - that's what a black man's thinkin'
I'll be laying underground in a casket stinkin'
If I slip I gotta keep my poise you here that 808 b__pin' Whats all that noise

[Repeat Chorus]
That's the call of my thugs
When they step up in the club they go yee
When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yee
You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin' yee
If its lookin' like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee

Get ya head busted in - im not your boy or your friend
Get ya head busted in - im not your boy or your friend
You said that do that, pull that, shoot that
Now where your crew at
What you gonna do next
Im a west coast n____ yee
Im a east coast n____ yee
Im a down south n____ yee
Im a Midwest n____ yee