Mic Check

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 Muthafuckas dont understand how we do it check game
 I take a slow beat, and do a fast rap
 I'm not a mark simp trick or a punk sap
 I bust the lyrics so quick you must admit my rhymes on hit
 You know that nigga from the click
 The one that be talkin all that shit
 So take a puff of the potent dank
 While I make yo ass thank
 Then go mobbin through the town on a full tank
 Crank up the beat
 Voicetress, make that shit throb
 Stick yo head out the window and say whats up sahob
 I take a slow beat, and bust a slow rhyme
 You see the motherfuckin dank will do it all the time
 It gets me in the mood (in the mood) that is so relaxed
 Stalking with gen and then I gotta tax
 So now I'm on baby with the top down
 Reload pound, call Legit a cock hound
 And I'm looking for a bitch that's known foe
 I heard she could blow, I wanna hook her at my studio
 That's right, fool its the calvary
 So dont be mad at thee
 We spittin that good stuff on the mic for a salary
 My name is E-40 and I'm known as a hill billy
 Straight from the Hillside of the V
 I'm having money
 I got my feddi on
 I'm popping con
 Just to fuck with your dome, like right about now
 You should be saying "dude kinda tight though"
 But let me hush before I start up a fight you know
 As far as funk man I think you autta not (autta what?)
 Even attempt to run up you'll get taught (that's right)
 By some chitterling eating hog maw
 Niggas that be beating down fools putting suckers to sleep
 We walks around stage looking heck of Humongous
 Rappers step up and get pilled like a sun kiss
 We them fools that you've been hearing about The Click
 The word on the streets is that we comin up too quick
 Some might think I'm slanging yola, icecream, candy see but
 They done fucked around and let us blacks make money leagally
 Now it's gotten to the point to where its really uncontrollable
 40 takes advantage of the rap game gullible
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 I take a slow beat, like I did at first
 Cuz I'm still with the bitch in the first
 She's down on her knees, and I'm on the dank
 I would stop pluggin but you know I cant (cant)
 Never been down with O.P.P without money
 So hear this shit here honey
 I know you got mail, it's close to the first
 You should have a fat ass knot in your purse (that's right)
 So once you start nuttin get a Jackson
 Then for me, you always get action
 And fuck a tore up ass hoochie with a withered ass coochie
 See a nigga in boosey, then wanna give up the pussy (heyyy)
 I tell a bitch in a minute check game hoe I'm po
 And I aint got no motherfuckin cash flow (that's right)
 Never would furnish a hoe, ride her around in some limo's
 And buy her things that contempo
 Fuck that, that aint my fortay
 That there part of the game, I dont play
 Tweek off my tounge rolling up zags getting twisted
 The form of speach that I be spittin is unlisted
 I fucks with game unposted timex Carlos Rossi
 I got crew bank but I'm like Ted Deebiassi
 I'm not a nothing ass nigga, just down for my riches
 I wairs big Britches, dont hang around snitches
 Serious about my motherfucking capital (capital)
 Oozy wipping those who take me practical
 You know
 He a fool with that one
 C-L-I-C-K in this motherfucka (testing testing one two)
 E-40 alias Mr Flamboyant (Testing testing one two)
 1992 Magazine street my sahobs, wassup hillside
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