E-40 - I Am Your lyrics

[Verse 1:] (I am your) Inspirator, money motivator The starter to your ignition, the engine and generator Ho a** haters never got no place, they fall short They don’t wanna listen to me and the robbery part (I am your) I’m concrete from ma head to ma f**in feet One of the solidest n***as that ever gon wanna meet (ugh) Pick your pace up, pick your drug of choices I can’t explain how I feelin now, I keep hearin voices (I am your) Affiliationg to the real n***a, dese boys dance into ma neighbourhood Making my descent on the flight, I’m your night light When it come to hood sh** I’m your insight (look) (I am your) Star in the 4th quarter,back boy slapper with a bad b**h winning (winning) I’m you club investor line with a blow, quit playing shorty holla at a n***a though (I am Your) [Chorus:] National d-boy, solo representer Hustle all summer, and grind all winter [x2] Never been a quitter, money motivator,real gouda getter Hustle all summer, and grind all winter [x2] [Verse 2:] My money is jumbo, your money is frodo Hoes go below the belt, that’s what I call a low blow What else, Matter a fact I got hoes like a bell (like a bell?) Cause I got stroke like Phelps, plus I smoke like Phelps (what else) Smokin on some cheetah wid a bad senorita, body like guida but her face is way prettier Hoes can't see her, even in their peripheral (I am your) Yeah a guy on a steel wheel, tail on the star craft, foes on d back door Double shot a yag land off, she’s not a lambo coupe, 3 for the energizer (I am your) To the d**h I die wit this, real n***a from the grid, over s**er sh** Always in the f**in mix, fixture in the hollar games, thick wit a harder chain (I am Your) [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Soundtrack to your life, man outta mice Where a 20 year old key for starts, not a price Where n***as dyin wit dice in the fields smoke pipes The dirty, the musty,beany wearing types, yea (I am your) Play where d girls walk, powered by d slay talk,mirrored like a mohawk Flashy,push like a bullet trade I’m a wrecker boy, man 5 wit d best trade The pitter patter and chitter chatter don’t matter When d clapper get to closin, d clatter dem got to scatter I used to call an tell em rippers it’s a rap Now come slippers, slide in No strings attached, d n***as ESPN, never in d game (I am your) They jus pokin [Chorus] [Outro:] I am your I am your