E-40 - Independent Babble lyrics

Dig that, oh boy That's what I'm talkin' about, JT the Bigga Figga, E-40 Daz Dillinger, San Quinn, what up check it oh boy [Daz Dillinger] Ya see I'm all about lavish sh**, plushed out havin' it Fifty g's a twenty gauge on my cabinet sh**, can't be half steppin' n***as be lookin' around blastin' n***as with any reppin' My profession I selected, directed sh**, I'm a boss n***a and I'm highly respected (No doubt) With the stacks cause I layed to the game no pressin' it n***as wanna get down but n***as freebasin' f** it up from the Beach down to Filmoe Give it up, n***as duckin' and it's real ghost And a n***a hand in pain cause of the wrist Countin' a million a stack matchin' it Why try to fade me, the invincible Principal comin' out as the invisible I got it locked from every hood to every spot To want a mack Glock, damn it stay hot Every other s**er and buster beware It's a Dogg Pound gangsta on the loose out there And I'm comin' I'm comin' comin' and comin' And I'm runnin' I'm runnin' and I'm gunnin' and I'm gunnin' [San Quinn] They can't stop my paper chasin' Keep it crackin' on the back streets Collectin' them chips and all stacks Who be in tact, nobody really knows the hustle Sportin' one day, bouncin' back with legs buckled, like that Fortified, I know these n***as be hatin' Watch they faces as they can't stand seein' me skatin' (Woo-woo) Politicin' nah playa no polished tickets Debt tapes, cash advances and meal tickets Dogg Pound gangstas and the G-O-P We from the 415 they from the 213 Beneath the layers like the window, ballin' me and my kin folk Squattin' on these twenty inch dubs, tint on window [Hook: San Quinn (E-40) x4] We independent in the game that we bubble Cause it's the life, the life, the life, the life (The life) [JT the Bigga Figga] We bring this sh** like the Wild West, Filmoe to Foul-Set We slang crack and run around with a tech What did I mean, I'm tryin' to push something clean Like a 500 CL, n***a please believe With the stackin' c, puttin' g's on g's For another hit they beg oh please, oh please Try to freeze our accounts, I put the strap on ya tongue I'm doin' this to eat b**h not rappin' for fun I'm the first to speak and the first to leap With two concrete feet, touchdown hurt the streets Hold court in the streets, judgement to the winner of beef No more clubbin' n***a, no more sleep, uh [E-40] Spend safari, ya better go cop a pack of smokes 40 why orwhere ya been Oh you been givin' out prescriptions and antedotes Takin' notes, shootin' dice, practicin' my literature With my folks, Filmoe n***as, ask JT he the bigger figure Nifty with my spitter, full off that alcohol off The Liks Old school zig-zag n***a smokin' on some of that cat piss Pokin' and strokin' the batches, patchin' up my dips Seven-fifty a pop, n***a that's how I been doin' this Sellin' tapes out the trunk of my car, independent sh** f**in' with these distributors, tryin' to get nickel rich Tryin' to get nickel rich, f**in' with these distributors Moms and pops loyal fans, redeems and vans, ooh