E-40 - Art of Story Tellin Pt. II lyrics

We was club hoppin last night the
Homie got in a fight
He was drunk i hate wakin up to fuck
All kinda a text messages and
Voicemails on my jack
The nigga real into sayin they
Goin push my shit back
When they see me it’s on onsite no talk
This dog got a bite that
Will back up his bark
It’s started all over a broad no chedda
She was a site for sore
Eyes cool little put together
I kept tellin the homies that
She was bad news knew a few dudes that been
In her fallopian tubes
But he didn’t listen thought i was trippin
Know he bout to be dead
Or either in the prison
Most of the times it’s over some
Kitten man i ain't kiddin
If you slippin and trippin then good riddance
They think got ammunition but we got more
Assault weapons tear the head off a dinosaur
Bitch

I hate wakin up to funk, funk, funk, funk
Funk
But i can’t let them think that i’m a punk
I hate wakin up to funk, funk, funk, funk
Funk i’m still story tellin
The art of story tellin
I’m still story tellin
Bitch this is story tellin bitch

Rally up or should i say molly up
Had a little bit of lemon
A little bit of sprite in my styrofoam cup
To fuck em, get on em, fallet em, debone em
Scout them bitches for even thinkin about
Going to war with a boss
One a them punks forgot to
Turn they location off
So we found out where they
Sleepin rest they noggin
Parked right down the street in the bucket
Waited till they tweeted, post a picture man
Erry other minute they on instagram
Showcasing they showin they faces, braggin
Perpetrating outta bounds laggin
Gotta be careful what you say
They’ll research where you stay
Ain't no resets in the bay
Them nigga ain't for play
The element of surprise will bust
A dusk or dime
Slaughter a motherfucker in his front lines


Ugh ah meanwhile back at the crimescene
The hellacopters and homicide
And forensics team
Takin reports and talkin to the neighbours
Porch to porch but the neighbours
Don’t wanna be on paper
So they keep they mouths zip, what they say
We was in the house watchin
Netfilx we didn’t see shit
Was it random or a hit
That’s what the detectives
Say to victim family cryin throwin a fit
The new game if i tell his
Mama who did that ain't snitching
Yea it is my nigga get out
In the street and handle business
Can’t be no powder puff just because he
Light skinned don’t think he ain't tuff
He’s gonna bust, imagine it
9 times out off 10 his aim is accurate
They think they got ammunition
But we got more
What you got assault weapons tear
The head off a dinosaurs

Hello hey 40
Hey what’s up frost yeah man, get on up man
What’s goin on
They just got on rallo last night man
They got on rallo funk, funk
Hold up man man it’s on blood
Hold on man i can’t let this go that’s
My little nigga man what happened bra
I can’t let this go blood where y’all at man
Get yo ass up man it’s on where yall at