E-40 - I'm Laced lyrics

He really a gangsta but they thought he was a square as a box of Apple Jacks He was getting his money from him but then he had a couple of set backs When he a soil celebrity with bounce back sk**s and ability Raise by OG's that been in the correctional facility See the problem with this new generation they hella quick to bust they guns Without thinking about the repercussions they relatives and loved ones I can looking forward to his people just to bout tell what he about By an*lyzing his hand gesture so what come out his mouth That come from being from it, experienced and seasoned From hustlin' Monday through Friday, clubbing and going to church on weekends That's why I hand-pick my friends never know what they a do Trust no few men, just G.O.D. and you I stay looking in my rearview, I stay looking over my shoulder Never know who want me out here; never know who want me or who I can tell tall-temper from tiny brush Know the difference between a cabbage and a lettuce b*atch! [Hook - Cousin Fik & E-40:] (I'm laced) Pull up a chair and get'chu a taste Of this sun cut game no chase (motherf**er I'm laced) Yeah, I ain't never been fake Anything I said about ya I say it too your face (I'm laced) on 8's, looking like skates I never been late learn the game from the greats (n***a I'm laced) Stay in ya place and don't hate Cause funkin' with me ain't safe Uh, if you can't cook stay out the kitchen, if you can't swim get out the ocean Don't hop in the yola game if you soft as Jergens lotion We'll leave half of what you see, and none of what you hear an*lyze the food before you let em get in ya ear Sleep with one eye open and one eye closed So case the thirsty and dusty try'na kick in ya dow Never tell a homie how you make love to your woman Cause he might be the same homie that wanna f** yo woman Three sides to every story, there's mines yours and the truth n***as lose they lives everyday, over a bootch You can f** around and get stamped, f**in' around with a tramp Running around here loose without no structure in yo camp What n***as need to do is stay up off them phones (right) Bragging about the n***a you popped and k**ed last time It was in the dark on come the light the streets talk Next thing you know your body outlined in chalked, the sidewalk [Hook] I read the D-Boy diary, the Hustler's Encyclopedia The Player's Pamphlet, the Hood Wikipedia The instructions and manual on how to handle certain situations When you dealing with fakes, smiley faces, naysayers, traitors and haters You can look out for the homie come through in flying colors But if you don't do it that one time you a b**h motherf**er Ain't that f**ed up? What part of the game is this? Brotha throw me a ball and I'm a appreciate it I stick to the script, I'm a laced individual Keep a clip on my hip, and none in my pillow Never leave yo drink in the tenant when you rounding up with a cutie Might be a set-up brawl, might slip you a goofy I be damned if I go out that way Feel me I make her take a sip if she don't drink it that mean she guilty Can't be square as a pool table and twice as green Gotta stand for something or you goin fall for anything [Hook]