Thomas "The Federation" Jackson - Gouda lyrics

[Intro: E-40] {*money counting machine runs, stops, then beeps*} Gouda! Sick Wid it Records, BME, Warner Bros The machinery, Yee! {*"Psycho" style shriek starts*} Oooooh, look out pimp! Heavy on the Grind Entergainment, Stove Top Productions [Verse 1: E-40] Oooooh, Hustlers 'R Us My game sharper than the elephant's tusk Me myself and I, the only one that I can trust Sleep with one eye open, finger on my pistol clutch I got my hand in everything, I'm real instrumental I'm as real as they come, ain't got no b**h per-tential When I was comin up, there's certain things we don't allow Like long fingernails, and men archin they eyebrow Here's another thing I don't condone and don't approve How all of a sudden snitchin became cool? (I don't know) I'm gamed up, I be chewin on this mack granite O.G. J.B. stomp down, lace the n***a, 'sposed to never panic I bump the baddest broad in the whole facilitation All by way of mouthpiece, just by mind manipulation I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst Persuade a broad to put on the dress, and break her for her purse [Hook: Stressmatic] + (E-40) Ten racks in a rubber band (Gouda) Got three or fo' mo' in my other hand (Gouda) It sound like (5, 10, 15, 20 - GOUDA) (25, 30, 35, 40 - CHALUPA) Gettin money I'm a stunna man (Gouda) In the Nike shoebox like a hundred grand (Gouda) It sound like (45, 55, 65, 75 - GOUDA) It sound like (85, 95, wait what am I doin? - CHALUPA) [Verse 2: E-40] A day in the life on the soil in Cali-scrillya Take the wrong turn and these youngsters out here'll k** ya The law ain't concerned, they love us hustlers and dealers They wanna tear our houses down so they can build some Ikeas Oooooh - wow! Just tryin to get my point across Where I'm from it's pandemonium and chaos Where I'm from the lights is off, we use matches Where I'm from we do it barefaced instead of ski-masks Caw-caw-caw-caw, no more talkin on them cells I heard the fed-a-rel went ahead and bought NexTel {*chirp*} Oooooh - overcrowded jails They got us sleepin in the gym instead of our own cells Oooooh - put our yetti together Me and my investors, we flippin 10 or better I got some gouda, got a little bit of cheddar My medallion got mo' colors than the peaco*k feather [Hook] [Verse 3: B-Legit] Gettin money I'm a stunna man (stunna man) Move a b**h like I do new whips, up out the stunna van (stunna van) Might as well, she a runner man (a runner man) Off top, I'm a boss, shoebox full of rubber bands Contraband on the other hand (other hand) Big guns, big clips, kinda railroads to the man (to the man) On the realla I'm a gentleman (gentleman) f** the scrilla I'm a k**er man, hit her like my little man Little man, what'chu doin with that? For the scratch we can load up the 'llac A-1 we can bring that back, from day one, we get them racks Big stacks in the back of the shack Ayyyy; I bob and weave in Hella turkey bags just to put my weed in OHH! We gettin chalupa Wrap cheese in a rubber band, callin it gouda - ay! [Hook x2] [Bridge: Stressmatic & E-40] [E-40] Look out pimp! [Stressman] Get gettin it, so what'cha need is (Gouda) Big business, so what'cha need is (Chalupa) We gettin it, so what'cha need is (Gouda) Ice glistenin, so what'cha need is (Chalupa) Get gettin it, so what'cha need is (Gouda) Big business, so what'cha need is (Chalupa) We gettin it, so what'cha need is (Gouda) Sick Wid It, so what'cha need is (Chalupa) [E-40] We doin way too much (Gouda) We never watered down, we doin way too much (Gouda) Ah you don't wanna stunt with us (Gouda) Hustlers 'R Us we doin way too much (Chalupa) [Hook] [Outro: E-40] Oooooh - the definition of Gouda What's the definition? Chalupa, scrilla, scratch, paper, Yaper, capital The definition: Gouda means cheese and cheese means Yaper you squares Square bu*ts GIDDYUP! Let's get back to what we was talkin 'bout earlier What was we talkin 'bout earlier peeyimp? Hustlers, Hustlers 'R Us Uh-oh, OUCH! Oooooh, oooooh Look out! Look out pimp Hahahahaha