E-40 - Gang of 'Em lyrics

[Intro: Too $hort + Rankin Scroo] I got a gang of ‘em Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang [Verse 1: Too $hort] I got cars, a whole lotta broads Go to all the best parties with a whole lotta stars n***as dream about being me Cameras start flashing and you see him on TMZ I got a whole lot of years, under my belt Made a lot of good music, something you felt A lotta haters don't like my style But when they play my song, your wife goes wild How many hoes you think Too $hort f**ed? I bet you Wilt Chamberlain didn't f** that much (What?) I always see him with a bunch of s*uts Love to bust nuts and don't ever get enough Get mad, but don't push me How can one man get so much p**y? They call me daddy, it's not a big thang, son I gotta game, that's why I got a gang of ‘em [Hook: Rankin Scroo + E-40] Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang-guh-guh Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang I got a gang of ‘em Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang We got a gang of ‘em, mayne [Verse 2: E-40] I got a gang of slang and a gang of game For a dame, get in her brain Granddaddy purp, strawberry kush, all kinds of cannabis strains Never teasing like David Blaine, medicated, I'm high as a plane Hella people be knowing my name (name), Spokane to Spain When I came up out the cervix, face was full of joy The doctors and nurses hollered out “He a boy!” The real McCoy, didn't play with toys, warrior like Troy Me and my gang making hella noise, dodging the elroys She says that I'm what she been missing She like the way that I be spittin' You can find me on the soil, either that or television I represent the Bay, Vallejo, Frisco, Oakland, Richmond Cook yayo up in the kitchen, taking chances on going to prison Counterclockwise whippin', on my profit, profit flippin' Getting all my gouda, got rid of my triple-beam On a microphone and computer, gold and platinum, mayne I got a… [Hook: Rankin Scroo + Beeda Weeda] Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang-guh-guh Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang I keep a gang of ‘em Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang-guh-guh Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang [Verse 3: Beeda Weeda] Beeda Weeda! I'm in this thang with a gang of ‘em OJ, stupid, running game on ‘em Right up out the parking lot, four, five dames Stepped up in the spot with the 4-5 thang on him PYTs in the VIP, gotta car full of gas but I'm still on E Say her man in the club but she still on me Got the grant from Uncle $hort, that's a trill OG I'm like (b*tch! b*tch!) Yeah, gon' do that 400 dollar jeans, I'm like “True dat” 40 bottles, 40 freaks, I run through that She was frontin', now she wanna speak Well, b**h, you blew that Who dat, say they wanna slide with a pimp player Black, Asian, Latin, Spanish, why? I'm a real player Then fit ‘em all in a ride, north to the haters Pull up in an ice cream truck with them different flavors [Hook: Rankin Scroo + (Beeda Weeda) + all] Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang-guh-guh Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang I got a gang of ‘em Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang-guh-guh Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang I got a gang of ‘em (Step up in the spot), I got a gang of ‘em (Hoes on my jock), I got a gang of ‘em (White girls, black girls, I'm colorblind, all I see is a**, girl, girl) Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang-guh-guh I got a gang of ‘em Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang-guh-guh I got a gang of ‘em I got a gang of ‘em Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang-guh-guh Gang-guh-guh-gang-guh-gang-guh-gang-gang-guh-guh I got a gang of ‘em