E-40 - On His Top lyrics

I got him! I got him! He right here in my visual I spot him! I spot him! Like a scene in my periphreal I was fixin ta, drop him, and send his a** to the hospital Pop him, pop him, and put his a** in critical But I switched up my whole little PROGRAM For some apparent reason THE GUN JAMMED But I'm glad my 50 calibre didn't speak (didn't speak) cause I heard he had a baby in the car seat (in the car seat) Caught him inside of the club the followin week (the followin week) Beat him down to the white meat (white meat) HOE! Paws and claws, fingers and feet (fingers and feet) Nighty night n***a, go to sleep (go to sleep) BEOTCH! [Chorus] I'm on his top (I'm on his top) we on his top (we on his top) [4X] All you gotta do is speak up if you want some I run in the crowd in a hoodie by my lonesome (BEOTCH!) Get on his top (get on his top) [4X] Merk me - that's what they callin it Get on his top! That's what the topic is The fuzz, the feds, tryin to decode our slanguages We thugs, knuckleheads, doin damages in mannishness with worlds of hella respect for O.G.'s (O.G.'s) But some O.G.'s be bullies (be bullies) which ain't fly today, I'll fly ya head with this K I look up to you mayne, but don't get in my way Put your head on a stick and put it on a tray (on a tray) Cook a motherf**er, souflee (souflee!) But the O.G. been active since '89 and (since '89 and) Clap the lil' n***a, flatline (flatline) BEOTCH! [Chorus] He got some bread in his pocket and he feelin like a champ On a smartphone, talkin dumb to his tramp She sick of him partyin, hangin out with the groupies Comin home smellin like liquor and coochie Cold part about it? His b**h is a cutie A nice lil' put together, a big a** booty! Hella n***az be gettin at her, he ain't doin his duty She horny, her p**y hot, hella moist and gooey She say "Screw him!" She wanna screw me! He ain't doin it right - she wanna do me! Now the n***a bitter cause I'm in his kitty litter Get f**ed off f**in with a fixture - BEOTCH! [Chorus]