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E-40

Federal

 

Federal

(album: Federal - 1993)


[E-40]
Don't cha' know...
Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
Mob style, sipping yac, top of the line rhyme,
Fucking em' like that therapy, don't cha' know
Fucking em' like that there beats, don't cha' know
Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
Mob style, sipping yac, top of the line rhyme,
Fucking em' like that therapy
Fucking em' like that there beats, I'm just a hustler

[Verse 1]
I'm going federal, justice ain't no damn miracle
Fucking em' up like that, putting in work something terrible
So before you mention to step to me
You better get up on my history
I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-B-O-Y-A-N-T
Killing motherfuckers off crucial
Sitting em' down mutual
Spitting that ol' playa, gangsta shit
Trying to maintain a strong grip
V-Town, California where I was born and raised since
1979 I been a hustler on the go
Pop-pos wanna harass
Me and my Keesh I needed cash
Rocks wasn't grooving at the time
So way we got out money was cutting grass
Leader not a follower, became a Hill-Side baller
Put together a group called the C-L-I-C-K
And I was the shot caller, I'm going federal

[E-40]
I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know
I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know

[B-Legit]
Why don't cha' get up on this mic
And spit some of that ol' gangsta shit back at em' man, would ya

[Verse 2]
I'm on the last nickels, they only made like four of
Front-row seats at the fights
Taking long, expensive flights
I love playing hully-gully
Cause I ain't nothing nice on them dice
So before you gamble against a hustler, I advise you to think twice
Napoleon, macaroni, we serve hot-bellied pig
96, 6 big screen television I bought for my kid
Living kind of comfortable
40 comin through with the real number
From blocks and blocks away you can here the boom, blam, bumble
Full tank of petro, up the metro, I'm like federal
Hoes wanna get sexual cause they see me on a pedastal
Nibbling on my jock, like my big, ol' black tool is edible
Telling you man these heifers now days is incredible
Dishing them one time scouts
Through dark alleys, taking other routes
Hopping over barb-wire fences, ditches, puddles, crickets
Mobbing and squading hogging and guarding bitches, check it out
Taking and shaping and making a bunch of riches
Yeah man, you can call me federal

[B-Legit]
Yeah man, these motherfucker be riding around here
In these bootsy ass cars and what not man
Taking these penitentiary chances
And they ain't even got they grin on
Ya aughta be like my boy 40, while he Mr. Flamboyant

[Verse 3]
I got boys from my team with the up-most respect for me
For-real lunatics that's willing to kill for me
Way too much love in my organization, I can't afford to take no loss
MC's be seeling them wolf tickets, but I be serious as fuck boss
It's all part of the rap game and that's the way it should be going
E-40 telling em' like it is, shooting the gift that I be flowing
Might as well go on and admit it, it's who you know
Not how damn good you are
Everybody and their mama wanna rap fast but I'm the superstar
E-40 why don't you slow it up a lil' something and go and speak on it
Man I just be spitting this shit to keep these suckers timid
Well what about them ones that don't be recognizing ya game
Must be stuck on something either that or they're lame
Funny style pop or rock, naw that ain't my forte`
I'm selling a bunch of units underground without any airplay
Folks be wanting to hear this type of shit when they roll
Man I'll never sell my soul
Motherfuckers you didn't know, I'm federal

[B-Legit]
Uh, E, you still fucking em up like, E
It's been like three years in this motherfucker

[E-40]
Hell yeah, you know a hog like me had to put the peas in the pod
Let these motherfuckers know what's going down in the rap game
You know what I'm saying (Yeah)
I'm a money-hungry motherfucker, you know what I'm saying
All about my scratch, artillery, fire arms and gats and shit

[B-Legit]
You know like that, that's right
But you know it's still some folks out there
That try to put bad names out there for you and what not
What cha' gotta say about that, to those type of niggas

[E-40]
Oh, you know what I'm saying I got some good shit for them
You know what I'm sayin
I'll just get to spittin that ol' shit for they ass
Then I'll just come through with some mo' shit like this here
Ya want me to drop that shit (Drop that shit) check it out

[E-40]
You can't stop me man
I'm taking money to the bank
Didn't have to pull no licks
Cause I'm making hits
You can't stop me man
I'm taking money to the bank
Didn't have to pull no licks
Cause I'm making hits, ha

[E-40]
40, I'm going federal
Young Bucksy, he's going federal
Suga-T, she's going federal
Now D-Shot, he's going federal
Little Booch, he's going federal
Levitti, he's going federal
The Head Point, he's going federal
Studio Time, he's going federal
Can't forget Legit, he's going federal
The whole damn Click, is going federal
Celly Cel, he's going federal
Cavio, he's going federal
Def Daddy, he's going federal
Rap Dogg, he's going federal
Mr. Flamboyant, oh right that's me
California living, can't fuck with me
Yeah motherfucker, that's what's really going on

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