Fired Up
(专辑: The D-Boy Diary: Book 1 - 2016)
[E-40:] The
streets is my financial advisor When I
see other people having their money, I
get inspired I'm far from a
hater, that's what I'm not I'm a
congratulator, tell 'em 'I see you' and give 'em props From my savings in my socks on the
block and flea-flicking rocks Getting beat up by cops to buying mansions on mountaintops No more going to the
station getting fingerprinted The
only time I
get fingerprinted now is when I
close escrow Still with the
activation, still with the
mannishness, blowing cannabis Strains of that cookie blue fertilized in that bat boo-boo That there guano or maybe them chicken droppings Girl Scout cookie and gorilla glue crossing Some can't comprehend what I'm saying 'cause they way out of touch And they square as a
box of Fruity Pebbles and Cocoa Puffs Out the
loop like a
hula hoop, get they game from the
'net I
get my game from the
soil, the
turf, the
trenches, the
set [Cousin Fik (E-40):] Tool on me in the
club, yeah, I'm plyered up Talk shit, get hit, jaw wired up Roll another 'wood up, I
ain't high enough Where the
bottles at? We here tryna fire up (We finna get this muthafucka fired up) Fired up, fired up, fired up (We finna get this muthafucka fired up) Fired up, fired up, fired up (We finna get this muthafucka fired up) [E-40:] UH! Verse two I'm a
make it do what it do My nigga, I
don't know about you But I'm about my business like a
Jew My diamonds be flexing and poking out like a
titty nipple The
way I
be dressing is kinda fly for a
bigger niggro Too blessed to be stressing, I
reckon, life is a
bitch Plead the
fifth, no confessing and I'm too thorough to snitch Watching Trapflix, rolling a
spliff in the
afternoon On the
couch in the
living room with my lady on blue lagoon I
stay timing, I'm a
tycoon, like my vodka coming out soon I
ain't lying, I
never do, I'm a
factor, you could be too BIATCH! [Cousin Fik (E-40):] Tool on me in the
club, yeah, I'm plyered up Talk shit, get hit, jaw wired up Roll another 'wood up, I
ain't high enough Where the
bottles at? We here tryna fire up (We finna get this muthafucka fired up) Fired up, fired up, fired up (We finna get this muthafucka fired up) Fired up, fired up, fired up (We finna get this muthafucka fired up) [E-40:] Financials used to be ugly but now they gorgeous and lovely When my paper was injured it made a
speedy recovery They say I'm short-tempered, I'll shoot you right in your artery I'm begging you, asking you not to try me or bother me Earth is my turf and my soil, gravel or property And these suckas and haters is hella bad for the
economy I
go bad on these batches and I
don't do no apology Razor-sharp like a
cactus and I
believe in astrology Loyalty, not dishonesty, THC, I
blow broccoli I'm a
fixture in the
game, I'm trying to build a
monopoly I
want the
money, fuck the
fame, so break me off something properly And you can find me getting high and drinking brew on the
balcony BIATCH! [Cousin Fik (E-40):] Tool on me in the
club, yeah, I'm plyered up Talk shit, get hit, jaw wired up Roll another 'wood up, I
ain't high enough Where the
bottles at? We here tryna fire up (We finna get this muthafucka fired up) Fired up, fired up, fired up (We finna get this muthafucka fired up) Fired up, fired up, fired up (We finna get this muthafucka fired up) Fired up Fired up