Brownie Points Lyrics - E-40

Yeah 

Seven, oh, seven 

Yeah, Charlie Hustle 

Playa, playa 

What's wrong with these old niggaz, man? 

D-day, what's wrong with these niggaz? 

What's wrong with these niggaz? 

This fuckin' game, tryin' 

To get brownie points and stripes 

Smack points yeah 

(Yeah) 

You got somethin' for these old niggaz, doe 

What we got fo' 'em big balla? 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Beotch 

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What's the subject? Fo' brings niggaz they Kotex 

Where we reside, I creeps my ass up inside 

And smash these brownies off in his face 

That I done shitted and pissed on, dude, how that taste? 

Catch him out his place, out of his area 

With his nephew and his niece, ooh, the more the merrier 

Nigga tried to fuck mines off 

(What'd he do?) 

Tried to gauge the porch with my broads on Watoo 

Dude, you done broke fuckin' code 

I'm finst ta dump drop clip, dump, drop, clip, reload 

Be like I can motherfuckin' explode 

Talkin' about I'll be fuckin' all kind of women 

That's B R P, blade, run or pimpin' 

Once upon a time there was this guy named Dane 

Tried to fuck my bitch, but he kris krossed game 

I don't owe this motherfucker in the first 

Photos 

But he done made livin' in my house 

A whole lot worse 

Tryin' to gain some stripes 

It's nothin' nice, read him his rights 

Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin' with the vice 

Crackin' under pressure, bust a pipe 

Snake eyes is crooked dice 

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get them brownie points) 

It's steaks and knives, read him his rights 

So called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife 

And try to put yo' ass on ice 

For brownie points and stripes 

For brownie points and stripes 

Niggaz'll take your life 

Just to get them brownie points 

You niggaz got me stuck, what? 

Watchin' y'all spit it and get it fucked up 

Lucked up, my mobb, niggaz, yeah, we gon' bust what 

If he isn't never see mail, 'cause that we sell 

Dope by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail 

Motherfuckers grindin' but we all ain't played 

And all ain't paid, now watch 'em all get sprayed 

Laid back and watch him misprint it, we been spit it 

For you newcomers who thinkin' you done it, I put my fist in it 

Let yo' bitch get it, serve a D and watch a bitch split it 

If I ain't wit' it, it wasn't enough fuckin' chips in it 

Niggaz try to gain stripe, I flame mic 

Got 'em all caught up in the same shit, call it game tight 

Keep my name hyped, strivin' to get my name right 

When it's fucked up, I'm the one you can blame right 

Hatin' on my niggaz when I did the shit 

Yo, we the shit, represent this Hogg ass bitch 

It's nothin' nice, read him his rights 

Collar him and laugh, rollin' over and politickin' with the vice 

Crackin' under pressure, bust a pipe 

Snake eyes is crooked dice 

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get them brownie points) 

It's steaks and knives, read him his rights 

So called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife 

And try to put yo' ass on ice 

For brownie points and stripes 

For brownie points and stripes 

Niggaz'll take your life 

Just to get them brownie points 

Young Mack Jr., ain't nothin' but 14, Mack Jr. think he tough 

Mack Jr. be havin' problems with his stomach 

Throwin' up that green stuff, Mack Jr. done tried everything 

(In the bay) 

The whole Taco 

Mack Jr. be takin' whiffles of that Khadafi and shovin' it up his nostrils 

Mack Jr. just got out the hall, Jr. I call your bluff 

Jr. ain't to be played, Jr. quick to bust 

Mack Jr. be geekin', Mack Jr. be havin' withdrawal 

Mack Jr. be tweekin', Mack Jr. be workin' hella close with the law 

I don't know this motherfucker, never saw the dude 

But Mack Jr., all the time be seein' 

My viznideos on the tizznelevision tube 

Fool know not that he'll blunder, I got yo' ass hypnotized 

Talkin about, when you see that nigga E-40, 'Element of Surprise' 

One of my fellas overheard about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites 

Told me to be careful cause niggaz'll take yo' life for braggin rights 

That ain't fair so stop that, baby 

Attitude why do niggaz gotta cheat 

Don't them niggaz know I got enough fetti 

To put they whole fuckin' family to sleep? 

It's nothin nice read him his rights 

Collar him and laugh, rollin' over and politickin' with the vice 

Crackin' under pressure, bust a pipe 

Snake eyes is crooked dice 

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get them brownie points) 

It's steaks and knives read him his rights 

So called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife 

And try to put yo' ass on ice 

For brownie points and stripes 

For brownie points and stripes 

Niggaz'll take your life 

Just to get them brownie points