Federal Lyrics - E-40

Don't cha' know? 

Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back 

Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme 

Fuckin' em' like that therapy, don't cha' know? 

Fuckin' em' like that there beats, don't cha' know? 

Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back 

Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme 

Fuckin' em' like that therapy 

Fuckin' em' like that there beats, I'm just a hustler 

I'm goin' federal, justice ain't no damn miracle 

Fuckin' em' up like that, puttin' in work something terrible 

So before you mention to step to me 

You better get up on my history 

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I'm known to the world as Mr. Flamboyant 

Killin' motherfuckers off crucial 

Sittin' em' down mutual 

Spittin' that ol' playa, gangsta shit 

Tryin' to maintain a strong grip 

V-Town, California where I was born and raised since 

1979 I been a hustler on the go 

Pop pos wanna harass 

Me and my Keesh I needed cash 

Rocks wasn't groovin' at the time 

So way we got out money was cuttin' grass 

Leader not a follower, became a hill side baller 

Put together a group called the C L I C K 

And I was the shot caller, I'm goin' federal 

I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know 

I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know 

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Why don't cha' get up on this mic 

And spit some of that ol' gangsta shit back at em' man, would ya? 

I'm on the last nickels, they only made like four of 

Front row seats at the fights 

Takin' long, expensive flights 

I love playin' hully gully 

'Cause I ain't nothin' nice on them dice 

So before you gamble against a hustler 

I advise you to think twice 

Napoleon, macaroni, we serve hot bellied pig 

96, 6 big screen television I bought for my kid 

Livin' kind of comfortable 

40 comin' through with the real number 

From blocks and blocks away you can here the boom, blam, bumble 

Full tank of petro, up the metro, I'm like federal 

Hoes wanna get sexual cause they see me on a pedestal 

Nibblin' on my jock, like my big, ol' black tool is edible 

Tellin' you man these heifers now days is incredible 

Dishin' them one time scouts 

Through dark alleys, takin' other routes 

Hoppin' over barb wire fences, ditches, puddles, crickets 

Mobbin' and squadin' hoggin' and guardin' bitches, check it out 

Takin' and shapin' and makin' a bunch of riches 

Yeah man, you can call me federal 

Yeah man, these motherfucker be ridin' around here 

In these bootsy ass cars and what not man 

Takin' these penitentiary chances 

And they ain't even got they grin on 

Ya aughta be like my boy 40, while he Mr. Flamboyant 

I got boys from my team with the up-most respect for me 

For real lunatics that's willin' to kill for me 

Way too much love in my organization, I can't afford to take no loss 

MC's be seelin' them wolf tickets, but I be serious as fuck boss 

It's all part of the rap game and that's the way it should be goin' 

E-40 tellin' em' like it is, shootin' the gift that I be flowin' 

Might as well go on and admit it, it's who you know 

Not how damn good you are 

Everybody and their mama wanna rap fast but I'm the superstar 

E-40 why don't you slow it up a lil' something and go and speak on it 

Man I just be spittin' this shit to keep these suckers timid 

Well what about them ones that don't be recognizin' ya game 

Must be stuck on something either that or they're lame 

Funny style pop or rock, naw that ain't my forte 

I'm sellin' a bunch of units underground without any airplay 

Folks be wantin' to hear this type of shit when they roll 

Man I'll never sell my soul 

Motherfuckers you didn't know, I'm federal 

Uh, E, you still fuckin' em up like, E 

It's been like three years in this motherfucker 

Hell yeah, you know a hog like me had to put the peas in the pod 

Let these motherfuckers know what's goin' down in the rap game 

You know what I'm sayin', yeah 

I'm a money hungry motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin' 

All about my scratch, artillery, fire arms and gats and shit 

You know like that, that's right 

But you know it's still some folks out there 

That try to put bad names out there for you and what not 

What cha' gotta say about that, to those type of niggas 

Oh, you know what I'm sayin', I got some good shit for them 

You know what I'm sayin 

I'll just get to spittin that ol' shit for they ass 

Then I'll just come through with some mo' shit like this here 

Ya want me to drop that shit, check it out 

You can't stop me man, I'm takin' money to the bank 

Didn't have to pull no licks, 'cause I'm makin' hits 

You can't stop me man, I'm takin' money to the bank 

Didn't have to pull no licks, 'cause I'm makin' hits, ha 

40, I'm goin' federal 

Young Bucksy, he's goin' federal 

Suga-T, she's goin' federal 

Now D-Shot, he's goin' federal 

Little Booch, he's goin' federal 

Levitti, he's goin' federal 

The Head Point, he's goin' federal 

Studio Time, he's goin' federal 

Can't forget Legit, he's goin' federal 

The whole damn click, is goin' federal 

Celly Cel, he's goin' federal 

Cavio, he's goin' federal 

Def Daddy, he's goin' federal 

Rap Dogg, he's goin' federal 

Mr. Flamboyant, oh right that's me 

California livin', can't fuck with me 

Yeah motherfucker, that's what's really goin' on