40 & Hiero

Lyrics

[Intro] This is a 101 percent music exclusive *scratched samples* "E-40"—"40 playa potna" "Hiero-glyphics" "Ah yeah" "40...40..." "Hiero" "Heavy on the Grind Entergamement" "Ah yeah" "40...40..." "Ah yeah..." [Verse 1: E-40] Uh, put me with the greats; don't put me with the fakes Me and the 'glyphics go back like vinyl and cassette tapes No female traits just OG boss shit It ain't gotta to be on the radio to be a hit I told this broad the other day "Bitch, what do you want? Wanna hear some solid motherfuckers or some chumps?" She said "Water, Water, I swear on my daughter You the best that ever done it — I put that on my mama!" Hit you other the head like a quarter creche I mean every fuckin' thing I say Hella rhymes done got away, but still relevant to this day Born and raised in the Valley J Hooking up with my folks from the O-A-K Rockin' the mic 'til I'm old and gray What you niggas gotta say? BIATCH! [Verse 2: Del the Funky Homosapien] Average niggas talk about other niggas' business Great minds talk about ideas and dimensions I feel we the difference — E-40, Hieroglyphics You speak on the Bay, the aforementioned Coming up before you even finished half your sentence Ask, you bitches, if your ass suspicious We the masters spittin', take out half your district Interact with wizards or in pools with rap magicians [Verse 3: Pep Love] Barnum and Bailey, the show goes on You better get it on before the whole ozone gone I got a jones in my bones for a spliff and riff and a semi tone Until you see me sitting on my throne, I'll be on my grind Pep Lava go hard or go home When the mic is on, and the light gets shown It's Hieroglyphics crew and Vallejo's own and on [Verse 4: Phesto Dee] Yeah, we love our style, 'cause we underground But the funds pile, plus the guns go blaow And we thug hoes out And always slidin' up the block with some thunderous pound We just some Town veterans Rep it with no extra effort 'cause we never left it But still worldwide accepted Name a continent where I ain't respected Hop on Fonzie shit, start firing my weapon (BOOM!) [Break] E—, E—, E—, E—, E—, E—, E—, E-40 Hiero, Hieroglyphics Heavy on the Grind—, grind—, grind—, grind— E—, E-40 Hieroglyphics...E-40...Hieroglyphics That's right — rap gods [Verse 5: Casual] My crew rocks all in the boondocks 2Pac all in the boombox Two Glocks, bankrolls in the shoebox You with them stank hoes? You need a new bop I'm in my Hiero hoodie, Hiero jeans on Looking like you wouldn't swing on King Kong Yep, gettin' my Joe Clark Lean On Nouveau — Hiero and 4-O [Verse 6: Tajai] Y'all frosty, parfait softy Fresh off the charter plane or the chopper with the laundry Operation Dr. J, dock of the Bay Your style scrawny, act salty, bag off me, rap saucy, ask 40 Laboratory all foggy Auditory got your paparazzi shorty soggy, call Doggy Satellite walkie talkie, you side higher than the hierarchy I'm Mani Marley off the kamikaze [Verse 7: Opio] Gotta watch me, zoom like a Maserati Do 'em like I rock the party, this is not a hobby Off the Rossi, giant in the game True slang on 'em and they claim it like it's you, come anew [Verse 8: A-Plus] It's A-Plus, the A stands for alien Different kind of cat, no category you could say he in Hieroglyphics and E-40, A-P off the chain again I be on one, people they say I'm mainey, mayne I be one merry elf — Molly, she got a very soft body Try to kick it like me, you will be carried off probably Been wildin' at parties since I was barely off the potty While your fairy-ass potnas be tryna scare off all the hotties [Outro] "There is no competition" "There is no competition" "There is no competition" "There is no competition" "There is no competition" "There is no competition" "No—, no comp—, no—, no comp—, no comp—" "No—, no comp—, no—, no competition" "No—, no competition" "Ain't no comp—, no—, no competition" "No comp—, no—, no competition" "There is no competition" "No comp—, no competition"