E-40 - This sh** Pound lyrics

[VERSE 1: E-40] When I entered the world and took my first breath of air The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst He said, "Life can be good and life can stink like a berth" There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal So always pack a hammer and some nails As I got older I hung around older folk That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote I used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein silent I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth But if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled off in a hearse I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six I said it befo' and I meant it This thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they a** like a belt If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself [CHORUS: Stresmatic (2x)] My partner from the V, my n***a from the Town Roll that sh** up, n***a, pa** it around All in the game like we pitchin off the mound Four in the box and you know that sh** pound [VERSE 2: Too $hort] If you don't like it you're a s**er You dont' bump this, you a stupid motherf**er All these years makin all these songs You never heard 'em? What planet you been on? The old ladies and the lil' kids Love 40 and Short, we so real with this You think about the game and what we sayin Since elementary school, what the f** they playin? Born to Mack In a Major Way 75 Girls, Tha Hall of Game Life Is... Federal Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go Our sh** been poundin all yo life Most of y'all n***as, we raised y'all right Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from [CHORUS: Stresmatic (2x)] [VERSE 3: E-40] We some bad motherf**ers E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother We just laugh at the s**ers They hate on real n***as cause they some couch potato hustlers Treat the rap game like the dope game Substitute verse licks for the c**aine Some of you n***as need to be potty-trained I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang [Too $hort] It's just another sunny day in the Golden State My other money's made when the hoes get paid I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop Everything you want is everything I got Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack [Too $hort] You remember when you was a lil-a** kid in the car seat listenin to some E-40 Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort in the old school I know you remember You grew up on that sh**