[Verse 1: E-40]

I duck behind the pills and the liquor, hide behind the broccoli

I feel like can't nobody stop me

From a little young mustache, hella curious and nosy

To a big ol' ballin' ass nigga, e'rybody know me

I'm up all night like a trucker, ready to pluck a sucka

Tryna short stop sales, I'ma send his ass to hell

With these 7-6-2 shells, double deuce three nails

In front of every-fuckin'-body in about e'ry nigga yard

They gon' be sleepin' with the snails, the worms to be precise

I be fuckin' with the scales, I got the lowest price

Put a few fugazi or a vagabond on ice, if I must

Let me tell it (Let me tell it), ain't no such thing as trust (BIATCH!)

Don't think think that I won't bust (Bust) a nigga head to the tender fat

Split his Kool-AId pack, push his helmet back

I get the playa joog when I cop my powder, pennies on the dollar

I've been knowing my plug forever, my nigga, ain't one deal went sour

I'm in the hood like a motor, the neighborhood mechanic houses

Is where I keep my yola, same soup just warmed over

Dumbin' out with my toaster, microwave or roast ya

I'm out here with these spiders, tarantulas and roaches

[Chorus: B-Legit & E-40]

I breaks it back off a ki, mix some soda with this A-1 D

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I breaks it back off a ki, mix some soda with this A-1 D

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

[Verse 2: B-Legit]

I originate for rates niggas bake their dope

Get rich and pitch shit straight up off the porch

I keep a banger in the pea coat, a stack of C-notes

Lil' niggas on the lookout, that's child support

Keep my dope at Ms. King's, right across from the store

See, her husband is a C.O. and already know

Got a cold little habit, young bitch 24

Sniff sniff blow, an sip sip bo

A pro at gettin' dough, see the money love B-La

Got at least a fever every time a nigga see her

And I don't play either, I play with millimeters

Modern day heaters, call 'em block squeezers

I beat the block down, hella rounds and ball bats

White Range Rover supercharged an all that

You ain't with the shit, then nigga, you fall back

Or come to the spot, see what I call crack

[Chorus: B-Legit & E-40]

I breaks it back off a ki, mix some soda with this A-1 D

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I breaks it back off a ki, mix some soda with this A-1 D

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

[Verse 3: E-40 & B-Legit]

One of my revelers was askin' me hella questions (Darn it)

I said, 'What is you a CI, a confidential informant?'

Meet me at 7-11, act like you're finna buy some medicine

And I'll be posted up in the parking lot with the engine revvin'

And if the po-pos get on my ankles like a shoe (Like a shoe)

Then I ain't gon' have no other choice but to blame you (Blame you)

Flame you, bang you, let the thang do what the thang do

Aim two, hit your frame in your brain, too

I break backs off of soft packs, turn 'em hard

Get it in with the Mexican, walk the yard

And in the end when my next of kin pull your card

Have your whole wind taken, nigga, free of charge

[Chorus: B-Legit & E-40]

I breaks it back off a ki, mix some soda with this A-1 D

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I breaks it back off a ki, mix some soda with this A-1 D

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I ziplock and flip flop, 43

I ziplock and flip flop, 43