My Hoodlums And My Thugz

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 p*ssy and the girls and the fame, uh
*repeat*

(BEEYATCH!!!!)

Chorus:

To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on
In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab
Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh
Throw it up nigg*, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigg*)
Throw it up nigg*, throw it up, throw it up

WC
fk talkin, I'm chalkin , best ta get ta walkin
It's The Shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my nigg* the Chickenhawk in on
that 'throw it up throw it up' dip, as I dips, skip with the Euro clip
Hangin for chips on 100-spoke whips
All I know is p*ssy, money and color bandanas
and tryin to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel Sanders
Play us by the trigger so I'ma live by the trigger
And rivals, seven girls for all my hoodlum and thug

E-40
???? ???? regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang soprano
Wild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin platinum, door and panel
Never dustin up, never crackin under pressure
Seems to me I do my time and I get out whenever, EARLY
People say I smell like Glocks - "what kind of cologne you got on?"
I tell 'em, "Heckler & Koch!"
Johnnie Walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is what
I drink a nigg* up under the table
While all you powder puff drink all that fuzzy navel

Chorus:

To all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on
In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab
Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh
Throw it up nigg*, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigg*)
Throw it up nigg*, throw it up, throw it up

Mack 10
Well it's that old Inglewood g*ngb*ng, hustlin as* nigg*
That dope game, flossin ho, bustin as* nigg*
still grindin while rhymin now up to seven figures
Low-down, duct tapin, 2-11 lick hitter
Hoo Bangin' sendin birds outta town on the bus
If ya in to sellin crack, nigg* fk with us
I got cars and a mansion with wine in the cellar
and a b*tch on my team that'll kill when I tell her

E-40
Back with ninjas so ya know
I do this for Folsom and ?Susanville?, fo' sho'
My in Quentin and Vacaville, before I
From Chino to Tracey to Hatchedby to Rikers Island
Pelican Bay solid, dat Long Park and Terminal Island
Keep on smilin, dialin and callin collect
Cos you're my focus, you know I'm accept
A za-, a zap board, deuce amps
Shoot dice with, to all my stamps (BEEYATCH!!!!)

Chorus

WC
Could it be me, or was it this chronic or Bombay
that got me puttin it down for all my hoodlums around the way
Lex spares, money dippin, bullet-proof vests and sack warriors
All my street , east to the west to the souths, I can't hearin ya

Mack 10
If it ain't Charlie Hustle, it's that nigg* Mack Manson
While the G homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancin
and we stay Lexed up wit the parlay features
Sportin beamed-up Chucks wit the flamed-up creases

E-40
I represent the flat lands, the alley ways, the moms and pops
The Chinese, the AK, the fiend, the rocks
The liquor store on every corner, the laundromat
The quick-to-run-up-on-the-nigg*, to peel a cap

Chorus

Outro: E-40

A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
A getcha scrill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill y'all
A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A dollar, a dollar, a getcha scrill y'all
BEEYATCH!!!

BEEYATCH!!!!!!!!!!