I'm Straight Lyrics - E-40

[E-40] 

Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie 

Think he mixin some hash with some of that Humboldt County grass 

with dis sleazy from Union City, she wanted to freak me 

when I was sticky but we did it anyway 

Look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler 

up under my seat, why? Robbers on my feet 

Uhh, cops Elroy's po-po's wanna glock me 

Chops, Elroy's ran up in my car 

I hope none of y'all ain't in there crackin on the Presedential 

under my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin 

and up in there singin a capella 

Cause that ain't the way the GAME was designed 

You 'posed to see that if you BLIND 

Blastin, cocked to the side, blowzin 

Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp - walkin 

I'ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklin 

Pullin out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and I be bossin 

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Chorus: E-40 

Where all my hustlers at? 

Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats? 

Where all my shooters? Dude when you stay, pop collars 

Smoke tweed, twenty-fo' hours 

Where all my ballers at? 

Where all my timahs, shot callers at? 

Where all my grimies? It's heavy weight 

Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight 

[E-40] 

I pull up on the set - somebody died? 

Why all the long faces - playboy, it's dry 

Dry as in dry? Dry as in thirsty 

cause we ain't had no work since Thursday 

Know you ain't believe us but I got it, who want it? 

By the way how y'all been survivin? Shoot we been STEPPIN on it! 

Uhh - cut out the middle 

From here on out {*cough*} no more scribble 

Fast quota, fuck a slow nig' 

Nigga my fetti's just as long as Ron Jeremy's dick! 

Eighty-one years olda, pimpin don't trip! 

Who you be bumpin? E-40 and The Click! 

Uhh, I see the heads know me in the wind(?) 

Family where you been? The pen, get in! 

Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the block 

What you see two crackheads steppin over, what? A rock 

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Chorus 

[E-40] 

Gimme a, Cadillac with a black man's drank 

A forty ounce, the ghetto champagne 

The lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to bounce 

Take off her clothes and get butt-naked, Southern girl down South 

A record deal so I ain't gotta dope deal 

A faithful botch, a home-cooked meal 

Take, I like a (?) estate 

with them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate 

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