Fired Up Lyrics - E-40

The streets is my financial advisor 

When I see other people havin' their money, I get inspired 

I'm far from a hater, that's what I'm not 

I'm a congratulator, tell 'em "I see you" and give 'em props 

From my savings in my socks on the block and flea-flickin' rocks 

Getting beat up by cops to buying mansions on mountaintops 

No more going to the station getting fingerprinted 

The only time I get fingerprinted now is when I close escrow 

Still with the activation, still with the mannishness, blowin' cannabis 

Strains of that cookie blue fertilized in that bat boo-boo 

That there guano or maybe them chicken droppings 

Girl Scout cookie and gorilla glue crossing 

Some can't comprehend what I'm saying 'cause they way out of touch 

And they square as a box of Fruity Pebbles and Cocoa Puffs 

Out the loop like a hula hoop, get they game from the 'net 

I get my game from the soil, the turf, the trenches, the set 

Tool on me in the club, yeah, I'm plyered up 

Talk shit, get hit, jaw wired up 

Roll another 'wood up, I ain't high enough 

Where the bottles at? We here tryna fire up 

(We finna get this muthafucka fired up) 

Fired up, fired up, fired up 

(We finna get this muthafucka fired up) 

Fired up, fired up, fired up 

(We finna get this muthafucka fired up) 

UH! 

two 

I'mma make it do what it do 

My nigga, I don't know about you 

But I'm about my business like a Jew 

My diamonds be flexin' and pokin' out like a titty nipple 

The way I be dressin' is kinda fly for a bigger niggro 

Too blessed to be stressin', I reckon, life is a bitch 

Plead the fifth, no confessin' and I'm too thorough to snitch 

Watchin' Trapflix, rollin' a spliff in the afternoon 

On the couch in the living room with my lady on Blue Lagoon 

I stay timin', I'm a tycoon, like my vodka coming out soon 

I ain't lying, I never do, I'm a factor, you could be too 

BIATCH! 

Tool on me in the club, yeah, I'm plyered up 

Talk shit, get hit, jaw wired up 

Roll another 'wood up, I ain't high enough 

Where the bottles at? We here tryna fire up 

(We finna get this muthafucka fired up) 

Fired up, fired up, fired up 

(We finna get this muthafucka fired up) 

Fired up, fired up, fired up 

(We finna get this muthafucka fired up) 

Financials used to be ugly but now they gorgeous and lovely 

When my paper was injured it made a speedy recovery 

They say I'm short-tempered, I'll shoot you right in your artery 

I'm begging you, asking you not to try me or bother me 

Earth is my turf and my soil, gravel or property 

And these suckas and haters is hella bad for the economy 

I go bad on these batches and I don't do no apology 

Razor-sharp like a cactus and I believe in astrology 

Loyalty, not dishonesty, THC, I blow broccoli 

I'm a fixture in the game, I'm tryin' to build a monopoly 

I want the money, fuck the fame, so break me off somethin' properly 

And you can find me getting high and drinking brew on the balcony 

BIATCH! 

Tool on me in the club, yeah, I'm plyered up 

Talk shit, get hit, jaw wired up 

Roll another 'wood up, I ain't high enough 

Where the bottles at? We here tryna fire up 

(We finna get this muthafucka fired up) 

Fired up, fired up, fired up 

(We finna get this muthafucka fired up) 

Fired up, fired up, fired up 

(We finna get this muthafucka fired up) 

Fired up 

Fired up 

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