88 Keys - My Hoodlums and My Thugz lyrics

Intro: E-40 I pledge allegiance to the ghetto, uh I pledge allegiance to the game, uh I pledge allegiance to the money and the cars And the p**y and the b**hes and the fame, uh *repeat* (BEEYATCH!!!!) Chorus: To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on Up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh Throw it up n***a, throw it up, throw it up Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (n***a) Throw it up n***a, throw it up, throw it up [WC] f** talkin, I'm chalkin n***as, best ta get ta walkin It's The Shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my n***a the Chickenhawk in on That 'throw it up throw it up' dip, as I dips, skip with the Euro clip Hangin for chips on 100-spoke whips All I know is p**y, money and color bandanas And tryin to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel Sanders Play us by the trigger so I'mma live by the trigger And rivals, seven b**hes for all my hoodlum and thug n***as [E-40] ???? ???? regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang soprano Wild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin platinum, door and panel Never dustin up, never crackin under pressure Seems to me I do my time and I get out whenever, EARLY People say I smell like Glocks, what kind of ?car? you got? I tell em "Brooklyn cotch" Johnnie Walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is what I drink a n***a up under the table While all you powder puff n***as take all my votes Chorus: To all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on Up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh Throw it up n***a, throw it up, throw it up Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (n***a) Throw it up n***a, throw it up, throw it up [Mack 10] Well it's that old Inglewood g**n, hustlin a** n***a That dope game, flossin ho, bustin a** n***a Still grindin while rhymin now up to seven figures Low-down, duct tapin, 2-11 lick hitter Hoo Bangin' sendin birds outta town on the bus If ya in to sellin crack, n***a f** with us I got cars and a mansion with wine in the cellar And a b**h on my team that'll k** when I tell her [E-40] Back with ninjas so ya know I do this for Folsom and ?Susanville?, fo' sho' My n***as in Quentin and Vacaville, before I From Chino to Tracey to Hatchedby to Rikers Island Pelican Bay solid, dat Long Park and Terminal Island Keep on smilin, dialin and callin connect Cos you're my focus, you know I'm accept A za-, a zap board, deuce amps Shoot dice with, to all my stamps (BEEYATCH!!!!) Chorus [WC] Could it be me, or was it this chronic or Bombay That got me puttin it down for all my hoodlums around the way Lex spares, money dippin, bullet-proof vests and sack warriors All my street n***as, east to the west to the souths, I can't hearin ya [Mack 10] If it ain't Charlie Hustle, it's that n***a Mack Manson While the G homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancin And we stay Lexed up wit the parlay features Sportin beamed-up Chucks wit the flamed-up creases [E-40] I represent the flat lands, the alley ways, the moms and pops The Chinese, the AK, the fiend, the rocks The liquor store on every corner, the laundromat The quick-to-run-up-on-the-n***a, to peel my cap Chorus Outro: E-40 A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all A getcha scrill y'all, a dollar bill y'all A dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill y'all A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all A dollar, a dollar, a getcha scrill y'all BEEYATCH!!! BEEYATCH!!!!!!!!!!