E-40 - My Stapler lyrics

[Hook] You better have a bulletproof vest ‘Cause these n***as out here, they be some haters (Haters, mayne) It's sick out on these streets, tryna stay up on your feet Everybody got a Kater (Everybody got a Kater) Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler [Verse 1: E-40] I wanna come home, so I don't leave my home Without my stapler, Rollo, thumper, pistol, chrome ‘Cause they'll try to dome you where I'm at and where I'm from k**afornia, walk up to you with a drum Most of the time over something small and hella dumb Like saying some stupid sh** when you're drunk You could plot your own demise by what comes from your tongue Don't get k**ed behind a b**h ‘cause you hella sprung I was raised around older folks that lived a fast pace Went to Gamed Up University where they lace the unlaced Don't make me whip out on a n***a, stay tucked They don't play by the rules no more, not even the people that made ‘em up UH! Ain't no refunds or no rebate They'll put a hole in your face like a milk crate Ain't no talkin' no more, these n***as don't debate They appear to be real but they really fidnake (b*atch!) [Hook: E-40] You better have a bulletproof vest ‘Cause these n***as out here, they be some haters (Haters, mayne) It's sick out on these streets, tryna stay up on your feet Everybody got a Kater (Everybody got a Kater) Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler [Verse 2: Too $hort] My first gun was a .32 Special Six-shooter, don't f** with my cash flow ‘Cause my money don't stop Remember when they first came with Glocks 17 shots, I got him With all them bullets, you better pop him ‘Cause them sh**-starters, you gotta stop him Shoot him in his a** with a shotgun Those days are long and gone n***as blast now, it goes on and on It's way too real when you're banging something Pistol in his pocket, big thang in the trunk The Bay wasn't ever about blue and red But you still might end up dead, shot in the head That's how they caught Michael They sprayed him up with that a**ault rifle [Hook: E-40] You better have a bulletproof vest ‘Cause these n***as out here, they be some haters (Haters, mayne) It's sick out on these streets, tryna stay up on your feet Everybody got a Kater (Everybody got a Kater) Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler [Verse 3: E-40] Leaving the house unarmed, is like leaving an arm Was taught that way ever since the day that I was born Punk sh** is at an all-time high, contagious like a yawn After a funeral, two months is the extent of which they mourn He got his hood on his neck and his back, his face and fist But his hood turned they back, may he rest in piss He's a goner no longer, he's been dismissed Call the coroner or donor, cancel Christmas an*lyzing the ways of the world, I come to find out Is it real when the preacher preaching the missionary shout? Out here we be playing for keeps, especially in a drought Put a tag on his for some bread, a certain amount It's gruesome out here, it's far from gorgeous Christians, Scientologists, agnostics, Mormons, UH! I'mma keep it scrill ‘til I meet my maker Won't leave the house without my stapler [Hook: E-40] You better have a bulletproof vest ‘Cause these n***as out here, they be some haters (Haters, mayne) It's sick out on these streets, tryna stay up on your feet Everybody got a Kater (Everybody got a Kater) Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler Don't, don't leave the house without your stapler