My Hoodlums and My Thugz

Lyrics

[Intro: E-40] I pledge allegiance to the ghetto, uh I pledge allegiance to the game, uh I pledge allegiance to the money and the cars And the pussy and the bitches and the fame, uh I pledge allegiance to the ghetto, uh I pledge allegiance to the game, uh I pledge allegiance to the money and the cars And the pussy and the bitches and the fame, uh (BIATCH!) [Chorus: E-40] To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on Up in the ghetto and the hood with the Playtex rubber gloves on In the kitchen cookin' chicken, timin', havin' cash Droppin' off packages and grindin' outta taxicabs Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up [Verse 1: WC] Fuck talkin', I'm chalkin' niggas, best ta get ta walkin' It's The Shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my nigga the Chickenhawk And on that 'throw it up throw it up' tip As I dip, skip with the Euro clip Hangin' for chips on 100-spoke whips All I know is pussy, money and color bandannas And tryin' to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel Sanders Raised by the trigger so I'ma live by the trigger And ride for seven figures for all my hoodlum and thug niggas [Verse 2: E-40] Stuck to them good regulations of the game Never snitch, never sung soprano (Soprano) Ridin' dirty with three kilograms of coke implanted in my door panel Never dustin' up, never crackin' under pressure Seems to me I do my time and I get out whenever Everywhere I go, people say I smell like Glocks "What kind of cologne you got on?" I tell 'em "Heckler and Koch" Johnnie Walker, Snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch Is what I drink a nigga up under the table While all you powder puff niggas... [Chorus: E-40] To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on Up in the ghetto and the hood with the Playtex rubber gloves on In the kitchen cookin' chicken, timin', havin' cash Droppin' off packages and grindin' outta taxicabs Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up [Verse 3: Mack 10] Well, it's that old Inglewood gangbang, hustlin' ass nigga That dope game, flossin' ho bustin' ass nigga Still grindin' while rhymin' now up to seven figures Low-down, duct tapin', 2-11 lick hitter Hoo Bangin' sendin' birds outta town on the bus If you're into sellin' crack, nigga, fuck with us I got cars and a mansion with wine in the cellar And a bitch on my team that'll kill when I tell her [Verse 4: E-40] Back with ninjas so ya know I do this for Folsom and Susanville (Fo' sho') My niggas in Quentin and Vacaville (It's E-4-O) From Chino to Tracy, Tehachapi To Rikers Island, Pelican Bay, Soledad, Lompoc, and Terminal Island Keep on smilin', dialin' and callin' collect 'Cause you my folkers, you know I'ma accept A za-, a zap board (Zap board), deuce amps (Deuce amps) To shoot dice with (Shoot dice with), food stamps (Food stamps) (BIATCH!!!!) [Chorus: E-40] To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on Up in the ghetto and the hood with the Playtex rubber gloves on In the kitchen cookin' chicken, timin', havin' cash Droppin' off packages and grindin' outta taxicabs Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up [Verse 5] [WC] Could it be me, or was it this chronic or Bombay That got me puttin' it down for all my hoodlums around the way Lex spares, money dippin, bulletproof vests and sack carriers All my street niggas, east to the west to the south to the Yay Area [Mack 10] Well, if it ain't Charlie Hustle, it's that nigga Mack Manson While the G homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancin' And we stay Lexed up wit the pavé pieces Sportin' beamed-up Chucks with the flamed-up creases [E-40] I represent the flat lands, the alley ways, the moms and pops The Chinese, the AK, the fiend, the rocks The liquor store on every corner, the laundromat The quick-to-run-up-on-a-nigga, to peel his cap [Chorus: E-40] To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on Up in the ghetto and the hood with the Playtex rubber gloves on In the kitchen cookin' chicken, timin', havin' cash Droppin' off packages and grindin' outta taxicabs Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up [Outro: E-40] A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all A getcha scrill y'all, a dollar bill y'all A dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill y'all A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all A dollar, a dollar, a getcha scrill y'all BIATCH! BIATCH! BIATCH! BIATCH!