Too $hort (too Short) - Whip Out lyrics

[Verse 1: E-40] UH! I'm paper, he plastic I go hard, he go soft He play hopscotch like a broad I play boss games like golf I be giving ‘em joogs, 25 percent off That's pretty good, dang near sell it to ‘em at cost They call me Jack Frost ‘cause I got that snow white Roll with us or get lost, cut off your water and your lights Now you're money so funny it's telling jokes about you like Wanda Sykes It's bad out here, it's dusty, dirty, bedbugs, lice (UH!) I'm so mackish and pimpish, he's so sappish and simpish If it was funk, he'll run and leave his homies diminished He was the only one with a gun, they gave his potnas the business Did in an alley with a drum from a distance (BLOW!) Around Christmastime, the crime rate rises Santa down the chimney ain't the only surprises Tiptoe bandits ran in my house But I was ready for ‘em so I whipped out b*atch! [Chorus: E-40] I'm trying not to but these s**as always push and I always gotta flash and WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) They think I'm playing at the dice game so I had to tell my little n***as WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) I hit the corner on the side of your house in a van with no tags and WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) Don't trust nobody ‘cause your potnas say they love you, when you come up they try to WHIP OUT (Whip out, whip out) [Verse 2: Too $hort] Too many murders in the streets f** him, hurt him if he's weak Every day there's a drive-by In the news they only talk about homicides Nobody cares when you shoot and miss Little homies in the hood get used to this When he left out the house, he ain't choose d**h He got k**ed, you know, when you lose your breath In a fight for your life, you can't win It's something in your lungs, it ain't wind It's no air in there He got shot, whole lotta blood in his hair He never had a chance Didn't even make it to the ambulance He was dead on the scene, investigate Another unsolved murder yesterday WHIP OUT [Chorus] [Verse 3: E-40] I got a potna that rap, go by the name of E-40 ‘80s retired D-boy, real n***as adore him Fake n***as ignore him, they think that he's bu*t They think he's a cutting board, they stay choppin' him up Got his name in they uvula, in they teeth, in they mouth They jealous of him ‘cause he gouda'd up and he ain't a slouch I f**s with the n***a because he solid than steel I bust my gun for that n***a ‘cause he be keepin' it real Realer than a hundred dollar bill with the line imprint Pants saggin', looking like he sh**ted and went Pamper pack skeez, leave your head with a dent Money mac and cheese, smile for the camera, pimp When you come to the West, I'ma support Especially when come to 40 and Too $hort I argue with n***as (You and who?) Me and my guys They music raised me, them boys saved my life b*atch! [Chorus]