E-40 - Money Scheme lyrics

[jayo] w-wh-wha, what, wha-what what? [e-40] beotch! Mobster, turn that sh** up! [jayo] yeah, uh-huh uh-huh uh [e-40] sinister sh** [jayo] uh-huh uh-huh what? [e-40] jayo, jayo smell me on this one [e-40] Jayo (jayo) I hope i don't ever have to go back to slangin Llello (llello) but if i do that's what i do (that's what i do) *repeat 2x* Verse one: e-40 Grindin out of my aunties, backyard that's the chronic I been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake than betty crocker Get on the horn and hit me on my locker, cause i'm fake id havin Strikin and drivin on a suspended expired license comes in buy it From the n***a with the best quality and the lowest prices Spendin that capital that the big homey advanced me In front of me with the next n***a I love money plus i'm labelled rough rider Known for bringin b**h a** n***az out of hidin [jayo felony] Charlie hustle, i hope i won't have to go back To sellin sherm sticks, but if i do that's what i do Charlie hustle, i hope i won't have to go back To sellin loop loop, but if i do that's what i do Verse two: jayo felony I stabs a n***a, and kool-aid came out Cause his heart pumps kool-aid, so i mixed it with my thunderchicken Barely livin, and smokin headache with a deuce-deuce Now i gotta put my snub nosed back to use I'm dangerous it gets crucial, cause i loves conflict f** a headache i'm jackin n***az for pounds of bomb sh** And now my fingers is sticky like sticky fingaz from the greenery You gon' retaliate, n***a what that mean to me? b**h! When you shoot crooked it's cartwright, on site i'm takin flight It's gon' rain on your head, i'm tearin the roof off this b**h tonight As you fall like guy, for tryin to swipe my pie n***a die while your b**h give up the beaumont Chorus: [jayo] all my n***az havin fancy dreams! (fancy dreams!) Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (a money scheme!) *repeat 2x* [jayo] all my b**hes havin fancy dreams! (fancy dreams!) Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (a money scheme!) *repeat 2x* Verse three: e-40 Krrrrack the freight, n***a f** the hype Beotch! you gotta pay me just to breathe on the mic High, higher than a dust cloud Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin loud! Systemized, a triple striker, when i was born My mom and daddy shoulda named me isiah cause i'm a rider Sole survivor, hillsider, 1400 block magazine street Narcotic ? bomb preparer h**n provider I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin n***az like the Like the grinch who stole christmas I like to, like to, finger f** b**hes up in clubs Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts! Stuck! gordon's gin and donald duck Nut! all on her spine and on her bu*t f**! major clientele (major clientele) Then i pa** it to my n***a mista jayo Verse four: jayo felony ? up the gla** is shatterin, b**h it ain't matterin They scatterin, see me and forty start splatterin The cowards are heartless, so you burn like flames n***az that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games f** a b**h, why? cause skeezers don't please us So i just go around sippin fine wine like jesus And everytime i bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote Drinkin moesha brandy, head spinnin like hundred spokes Chorus Verse five: jayo felony Still drinkin krypton Brothers is snapple then i snap like a snapping turtle n***a, sh**tin on the world keeps my land fertile I grow my own sh**, fruits, vegetables and tobacco It's third down and forty n***a You know you gon' get tackled Get your land while you can old man n***az so dope they named me twice like duran duran k**a n***a put honey on em, and feed em to my hogs See i leave no evidence for the police dogs Now off the low stroll we go so let's flow Lil' b**h, we the sh** because the people said so You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits Get these chips even if it means lettin these motherf**ers have it! Verse six: e-40 n***a got out of line, i had to ice him Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap Motherf**er got out of place, i had to chop him Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out Nickle plated chrome planet clint eastwood special Designed strictly for staplin and toe taggin Po-po wrote me up a citation cause i was saggin and draggin My b-ah-b**h, by her w-uh-weave I had to, i had to make the b**h bleed! last new year's eve She tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my attitude wasn't carin Backslapped that hoe in front of her parents More ki's than a janitor It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher Smokin on a roach, loitering in a mcdonald's parkin lot Throwin up gang signs To ? as if he was some kind of first base coach I luh i like my egg poached, hard over easy!!! In the drive through, hollerin at her breezy!!! Chorus *talking to end*