Dale Everingham - Automatic lyrics

[Hook: Kokane & E-40] Automatic, systematic Do what you do, playa Just keep that money on ya mi-ind, (on ya mind) In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status) Do what you do, playa, (what you do) Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind) [E-40] Portable scales, checkin' my mail Avoidin' the law, stayin' out of jail Possession of sales, pocket all sales Conspiracy charges, paper trails Layin' the real, 'cause I don't write nothin' down I keep it all in my head, intelligent About my business, memory like an elephant Chasin' a dream, schemin' for cream Special weapons and tactics team AR-15's and infrared beams Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens Fire hydrants, ambulance sirens, suspended license, police indictments Righteously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest Ughhh, my heart made of granite Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it I didn't come in here empty-handed I came in here on business and y'all gone retrospect dammit Been out the game, did that mane Vallejo I claim, made the name Feel my pain, ghetto fame Magazine Street hustla, mayne Messin' around in the fast lane Chevy, Cougars, and Mustangs Novas, Granadas, and Falcons Project livin' in public housin' [Hook] Automatic, systematic Do what you do playa Just keep that money on ya mi-ind (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh) In the traffic, baller status, (Ugh) Do what you do, playa (what you do) Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind) [Fabolous] Ladies and gentlemen... It's Ghetto F-A-Beezy F-A-Sheezy Bustas hate me 'cause I F'd they breezies Playboy, these TECs spray easy Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy I get money on the grind So if got ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind Ya honey gone be mine 'Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudy The kids look sunny on the shine I'm gettin' ticked off again Y'all must like ridin' in long black Caddies that they stick coffins in The clique often been Blowin' sticky that come in the jars that they stick coffee in I got chicks offerin' But I play hard to get unless they s** me 'til my dick soft again You lookin' at the way, the coast to coast G Do it from the Brooklyn to the Bay Bring the hook in by the way, oh [Hook] Automatic, systematic Do what you do, playa Just keep that money on ya mi-ind, (on ya mind) In the traffic, baller status, (baller status) Do what you do, playa (what you do) Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind) To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in) And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in) To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in) And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in) [Fabolous] It don't matter if you locin' or bleedin' Whether it's Backwoods or Zig Zags you're smokin' your weed in You slow pokin' or speedin' All that counts to these motherf**ers is if you broke or succeedin' I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin' Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what I'm eatin' I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in To sit with white folks in a meetin', please believe it [E-40] (Badabababa ba badababa bang bang) I used to sell tapes up out my trunk and slang 'caine (boom) Respected on the streets before the fame (boom) Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game (boom) Paid my dues, obeyed the rules Stuck to the script, me and The Click All of my fellas and all of my dogs Ridin' on mustard and mayonnaise on Vogues Fillin' em up, sittin' em down Flossin' and bossin' all over the town Hardest eight measures you ever heard in your life Man, write that down (write that down) [Hook] Automatic, systematic Do what you do, playa Just keep that money on ya mi-ind, (on ya mind) In the traffic, baller status (baller status) Do what you do, playa (what you do) Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind) To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in) And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in) To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in) And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)