fo' a minute (what else?) you gotta respect it (uh-huh) There's a lot of niggaz out here gettin killed to accept it [E-40] BEYOTCH! Chorus: E-40 and
bootch) Let me borrow that hoe! (let me borrow that hoe!) [E-40] I hear fetti (petty) callin (callin) Callin (callin) yeah the bitch subject again Broke and reckless eyeballin, fuckin around with Charlie Hustle
E-40] Seven-oh-seven [A-1] Yeah.. Charlie Hustle [E-40] Playa, playa [A-1] What's wrong with these old niggaz man? D-Day, what's wrong with these niggaz? [E
patnah not chump change Trump change, I'm talkin Donald Trump change I'm talkin Steve Wynn, I'm talkin y'know? E-Feezee Chorus: E-40 TRUMP CHANGE,
Verse Three: E-40 Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones "Charlie Hustle, I got
Intro: E-40 I pledge allegiance to the ghetto, uh I pledge allegiance to the game, uh I pledge allegiance to the money and the cars and the pussy and
E-40] Testin testin It's game orienfested, size six-ex vested K-Cizee.. JoJo... that boy Too Sheezee, Todd Shaw and Earl Stevens, a.k.a. Charlie Hustle
(B-Legit) Mobb shit biatch. (E-40) Biatch!! Biatch!! (B-Legit) This shit ain't went no where. (Trademark) You understand me?? (Uh!) It's like, when
inch up bitch and pay me Hoe, ahh pay me n-uh-no attention These are the things that you need to know But just remember Charlie Hustle always told you
need no shrink All I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out [E-40] While
[E-40] Charlie Hust', Busta Bust', let's do it [Busta] Hehehehe, Flipmode, Sic-Wid-It You know what's best for you, you better get widdit [E-40] I
wha, what, wha-what what? [E-40] BEOTCH! Mobster, turn that shit up! [Jayo] Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh UH [E-40] Sinister shit [Jayo] Uh-huh uh-huh WHAT? [E-40
(feat. E-40) [E-40] Hook up and do a song together Ugh ugh, let's hook up and do a song Uh huh, uh huh uh huh Already know, game orienfested Ugh, irrequested
year to get your money, right Chorus [E-40] That's real Ya undersmell me Suckers do what they can Players do what they want, dig it? Charlie Hustle
Never flaunt, now motherfuckers come test me Burnin everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties Far from angels, niggas can't see me like Charlie
(feat. E-40, Too $hort) [WC] Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH! [E-40] BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah! [WC] Dub Cya, nya! [E-40] Uhhhh, hah! [WC] Fonzarelli, what
on I thought I told ya [Outro: E-40] And there you have it One more end E-fee-zy Fon-za-ree-zy A.K.A. Charlie Hustle Smell it Me and my nigga Bookie
your foot in the door motherfucker, but I'm gon' shut it Talkin' bout you's the shit How you some big ol' figure I've been fuckin' with E-40 Before