E-40 - Bring the Yellow Tape lyrics

Some serious ass shit jumped off a
Little bit over an hour ago
My ace boon just got peelt
At the corner store
It's unbelievable I'm shocked this
Can't be true
I'm cryin' vengeance for revenge
Look what I do called up my Mossie
Told my niggas to be on alert
Heard it was some player hating OG's
Out there putting in work
From what I understand this shit ain't
Over no turfs and drugs
It's over some bitches and some
Jealous niggas with a grudge
Hot at the head I'm fired up
I wanna do 'em in myself
Hit me up in the corner and watch
Me let a motherfucka have it nelf
Money talks and bullshit walks
I'm off to San Leandro
For some Glocks and techno chops
And a gang of ammo took a hit of the chronic
Dank to expand my thoughts, relax my nerves
When I get back to the town just
Think them niggas gonna get straight served
And a ballerish nigga like me young
In the game straight having thangs
Taking this bullshit from some ol'
Jealous ass OG's man?
I'm not having it you want some
Funk I'll bring it to ya
Dagnabbit, I thought you suckas
Already knew ah yes indeed
Them niggas act like they can't bleed
But them lies
I'm talking about the element of surprise
Bring the noise
Whos ballin' like the big boys?
Heavens to Murgatroyd
I'm ballin' like the big boys
I just got word I heard the
Same niggas robbed my partner Herb
Pulled on his dick with a pair of pliers
Got him for a bird it's gettin' stanky
Got my curiosity arousin'
See Herbs a factor, he's worth $700, 000
GTE mobile net cellular communication
I got his voice mail number let
Me try and page him
I'm hecka cool, he hecksa cool with me (Huh)
He called me back, said
"Let's go party on them fools E"
I said, "Where you at?" He said
"Where you at?" I said "I'm in Vallejo"
He said, "I tell you what let's
Hook up me and you, denny's in the Vill"
I said, "Roger" he said "Over and out
Don't fake out"
I said, "What time?" he said "One o'clock
If it's traffic go the back route" you see
Sloppy jobs ain't my forte so no mistakes
We do it right and when it's
Done bring the yellow tape

Bring the yellow tape bring the yellow tape
Bring the yellow tape the yellow tape

"Wassup my nogga you ready to ride
On these ho ass block busters?"
That's me and Herb talking outside of Denny's
Smoking a beedi sittin' in my Cutlass
It's only a handful of them suckeals I
Can count 'em on my fingers
Fuck letting this shit die down I'm
Ready to hear the fat singers
I'm about my cash but can't make cash
With niggas breathing all down my ass
Therefore, I must explore by taking a
Few lives to even the score
My ace Boon mama sugars
Low, blood pressure high, will she stop?
Drinking and crying 24 7 stomach in a knot
I know this one botch that got my nigga
That just got out of jail's baby
She'll play hopscotch she works
For Pacific Bell, and she just might maybe
Help me pull these niggas coattails true up
Find out where they sleep by looking
Up they address on the computer

Herb hollered "Bingo
Tomorrow we ride my nogga"
Fake ass niggas done stuck
They fingers in some
Permanent shit that they can't wipe off
Some permanent shit that they can't wipe off
Yeah, motherfuckers failize the size of this
Oh it's gon' get done
Three or four more hot ones
Added onto the fire
That already got it ain't
Nothin' catastrophic to me
My dick get hard off this type shit boy
Tell that botch to get the 707 on them
Niggas residential spots by
Tomorrow afternoon man, and it's on

Think I didn't? Got on it right away
Finally got me a chance to use
My Heckler & Koch collection throw-away
And when we did it
I guess you could say they did that
And after that, niggas gave me my 'spect

Bring the yellow tape bring the yellow tape
The yellow tape bring the yellow tape
The yellow tape the yellow tape

Payback is a mothafucka, uhn!