[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, n***a, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, n***a, throw it up, throw it up
[Verse 1: WC]
Fuck talkin', I'm chalkin' n***as, best ta get ta walkin'
It's The Shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my n***a 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 n***as
[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 n***a up under the table
While all you powder puff n***as...
[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, n***a, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh
Throw it up, n***a, throw it up, throw it up
[Verse 3: Mack 10]
Well, it's that old Inglewood gangbang, hustlin' ass n***a
That dope game, flossin' ho bustin' ass n***a
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, n***a, 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 n***as 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, n***a, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh
Throw it up, n***a, 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 n***as, east to the west to the south to the Yay Area
[Mack 10]
Well, if it ain't Charlie Hustle, it's that n***a 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-n***a, 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, n***a, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh
Throw it up, n***a, 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!
