E-40 - Got That Line lyrics

[Intro: E-40] n***as want that old mob sh** back (Take it back to that old school Federal way, man. Understand.) For all my mob music monsters (In a major way. I'm still burning duct tape.) b**h! [Hook: E-40] n***a, this rap sh** slow? I'll be back selling blow Posted right there by the store Selling narcotics for the low n***as think I fell off? n***as done lost they mind n***as think since I'm rapping now I still got that line Still got that line Still got that line n***a still got that line Who got that line? Who got that line? (I still got it, man.) n***a still got that line Still got that line Still got that line (Who need it?) n***a still got that line n***a, this rap sh** slow? I'll be back selling blow [Verse 1: E-40] In the traffic, in the wind getting money Never stunting clumsy gotta feed my family tummy Ain't sh** here funny Pull your ho card, not a game motherf**er, this ain't gin rummy It's funky out here - musty, keep your guns oiled up, not rusty Not a starter pistol; pack something husky, bust the gusty Sawed-off, something that'll get your point across Knock a motherf**er head off; tomato soup, not chicken broth Promethazine, no cough; six-fifty with a brick of boat cost If coke cost too much so I'm charging Twenty-four, five for the margarine I might bargain, or show you love for the bu*ter Peel your broccoli, give you a better price than your little plug You could lose your life, catch a f**ing slug, plotting on a balling-a** thug I stay with the pyro on me cause ain't nobody gonna protect me like me I don't want no cowards around me, big bank, FDIC [Hook] [Verse 2: E-40] n***a think I fell off? Posted up front of that store With a hard a** kick of that blow (that snow), OG having his cho (money) Another word for cho is doe (fetti), trying to outsmart the po-po (Five-O) Come looking for me and I gotta go (what you do?), I'm running through the store back door Knocking over candy and chips, commenced to hit the fence It's not my first offense, about my dollars and sense I like to trap and trench, we like to trench and trap Everybody with me don't rap Operation gouda stack, [sic], in this world of pain no patch Pain reliever disbeliever, push Keisha, pack a 40-caliber gat Got ho no more, toe-to-toe, don't nobody wanna fight no more Throw it all away over a ho, never see the light no more Ninety-nine plants I grow, got vegetables, outdoor seaweed, spinach I'm not a save-a-ho, I'll break a ho, don't be surprised if I take your bi-nitch [Hook] [Verse 3: E-40] Survival tactics, never hustling backwards Throw-off methods, that's why I wear these gla**es So I can look like a nerd, po-po roll right past us Savage-a** n***a from the gravel Baller status, living hella lavish You can find me at the shooting range, target practice With a thumper in my fist going tactical Shaka Zulu heart built for battle Free all of my real ones missing summers In the stew doing football numbers Caught my brody with a K and some methamphetamine Didn't take the plea bargain, so they gave him all day All his family can do now is pray Hoping they reduce his stay Pa** the hat around for the lawyer pay Get him out before he hella old and gray One day, I'm a probably be a deacon on the alter Hopefully, I don't have to break bad like Walter Get my hands dirty again and push birds Either that or that windshield gla** Heisenberg Same toilet, different terd, I'll serve if I'm down on my revenue Call the neighborhood chef, Raul [Hook]