Rules & Regulations Lyrics - E-40

My killers don't take out dopefiends, my killers take out factors 

My killers ain't even from out here dude 

My killers some out-of-town freelancers 

Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt 

Broccolis up under they belt 

A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt 

"Forty, there go that nigga 

that sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set" 

You mean that soap for that synthetic dope 

that ripped me, that shit that was wet kid? 

Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin 

Within the next few days, potnah came up missin 

See a lot of these niggaz bitch up 

and crack under pressure when it's time they facin 

Get to bumpin they gums, rollin over 

breakin the rules and regulations 

Wild nigga not stickin to the script 

and get the jacket put on yo' ass for life 

What jacket? Batch, this jacket: 

That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice 

That's why we can't be talkin and bein all careless on these phones 

I know technology now 

allows po'-po' to look inside walls and see inside homes 

I know all I was tryin to do 

is buy my little daughter a brand new pair of Jordans 

That's important, but you gotta remember 

to stay one step ahead of the law enforcement 

Be short with all of yo' shit 

Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy 

Talkin pig-latin keep you employed 

Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies 

Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your brain 

Auction off yo' assets nigga, sell yo' trophies, sell yo' Mustang 

You know what that bring? Ching ching 

Playa potnah motherfucker dude that's some mail 

Convertible top, black on black interior exterior 

He gon' be worth about twelve 

Talkin about you was savin it for your little nephew to scatter 

Nigga don't you know anything over 20 years old is a classic? 

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Regulation #1: keep yo' business to yo' lonesome 

Regulation #2: make sure the product you carry is wholesome 

Regulation #3: make yo' cheese, never eat it 

Regulation #4: never put yo' trust in a hoe 

(The rules and regulations) 

These are the things you need to know (The rules and regulations) 

Uhh, you're 'posed to, you're 'posed to 

play that damn game like it's supposed to be plinayed 

Always keep a bucket full of battery acid 

to throw yo' dope in just in case they raid 

That way they can't prosecute your residence 

cause you done been already got rid of all the evidence 

Tryin to get a BUCK -- a BUCK? 

A soup pot, a blender and a measurin cup 

In my section eight appartment COMPLEX 

Messy MATTRESS, and dirty CARPETS 

"Nephew, did you get my message?" 

Yeah I got yo' message; you told me to clean up behind myself 

and scrape the residue up off the edges 

"What else?" Always look over my headrest and my rearview zone 

cause triflin be skanless and the skanless might try to follow me home 

Never tell a motherfucker what time you gon' cop or come back through 

Throw they ass off a bit - come back within the next day or two 

I don't need no cowards, just warriors on my team 

I don't sell coke no more dude, I sell mescaline 

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Regulation #5: when it's a drop nigga park yo' feet 

Regulation #6: fuck 12 and a box (?) street 

Regulation #7: don't take yo' business to where you livin 

Regulation #8: keep yo' heat but fly straight 

(The rules and regulations) 

BLAOW, pushin numbers on the dial-tone 

Took a swig of my 40 but I forgot I had the cap still on 

Look to my left and ask, honey for a light 

She looked at me and said, baby you alright? 

I said I'm cool, but ain't this shit supposed to relax us? 

Fired up a Newport, but I accidentally lit it backwards 

For some strange reason I had a feelin 

that that hood-hoe bitch was sneaky 

Come to find out this bitch done laced my weed and slipped me a mickey 

Now I'm feelin sweaty. 

Eyelids gettin heavy. 

Stomach feelin queasy. (YAWWWWN) 

All of a sudden, now I'm slee-py 

Woke up naked, slowly regainin my memory 

Well where did they find you? Around the corner from Applebee 

Over there by Costco, right there off the freeway 

Admiral Callahan Lane, yeah! Right next door to Safeway 

Stripped me clean, got me for some G's 

Set me up, stole my car keys 

Guess that's the consequences when you sellin that D 

Shit, next time I bet I take my drink to the bathroom with me 

Regulation #9: check in those that get out of line 

Regulation #10: don't sell yo' soul if you hit the pen 

Regulation #11: keep yo' hooptie hot and revvin 

Regulation #12: keep enough to pay your lawyer mail 

(The rules and regulations)