E-40, Turf Talk - Got Rich Twice lyrics

Hustler 'til I die, drink the bar dry
Baby, there go that man again right
Back in the public eye
Drunk like Mel Gibson, get high
Got a ton of DUI’s
Landy cognac, sippin' XO, me and my guys
Doing it colossal, living our lives
Trying to get this bobblehead bopper girl
To follow me in my ride
So I can make like a dentist
And convince her to open wide
Kick her out when I finish
Take my ballin' ass back inside
Drunk terminology, corner talk
That's all I know
California mentality, ask about me, pimp
I go you can check my track record
I don't like to feud
But, if I must, I'll have your head severed
Soil block living, trap zones and projects
Corner boy grit, and crack, apartment complex


Worldwide, outside of the Bay they
Give me my 'spect
The business with hitters, victors
And corporate execs

He ain't goin' nowhere, the boy too nice
(Too nice)
He’s done it again, I got rich twice (Damn)
Keep a thumper on tuck (On tuck)
We ain't broke, we papered up (Papered up)
He ain't goin' nowhere, the boy too nice
(Too nice)
He’s done it again, I got rich twice (Damn)
Keep a thumper on tuck (On tuck)
We ain't broke, we papered up (Papered up)

I cut him off like an umbilical cord
Turned off his lights
We need to silence that brother
His voice too strong on the mic
I make it look easy but it's not
I'm just doing Feezy
Why should I stop now, pimp? The game need me
Be a real one, pimp, come get it and do it
He used to it trying to get these millions
Profit, and move it, push it and prove it
Louis luggage, ruggish and rugged
My intellect
Duckin' suckas hollerin' and screamin'
My hood set the shiny socks on my Chevy
Box shaking the cops
You mean I'm off, I'm in it too heavy
I can't stop people scam and plot on my
Tombstone and grave plot hope I die and rot
Have my funeral on my block
The streets, they don't play fair (Play fair)
The mayor, he really don't care (Don't care)
I'ma work the three jobs
Tryna keep a roof on our heads
Bologna sandwich
Used to peel the mold off the bread

He ain't goin' nowhere, the boy too nice
(Too nice)
He’s done it again, I got rich twice (Damn)
Keep a thumper on tuck (On tuck)
We ain't broke, we papered up (Papered up)
He ain't goin' nowhere, the boy too nice
(Too nice)
He’s done it again, I got rich twice (Damn)
Keep a thumper on tuck (On tuck)
We ain't broke, we papered up (Papered up)

Tell a thug, we got what ya need
(Got what ya need, We got it, mayne)
If you want it, gotta cop it from me
(Cop it from me)
We on soil, you could see that it's real
(See that it's real)
But everywhere we go, we burn hundred bills
(Burn hundred bills)

Automatics and semis
High performance and Hemis
In the thick of the soil where
We think Buicks is Bentleys
Coffee pots boil, burn, flank
Simmer and stew
I'm off of the soil, y'all, I hope you is
Too out of the Belvedere, cap unit a crew
Showing their underwear, sagging
That's what we do
Turfin', trappin' and stackin'
And money mackin'
Servin', earthquake slappin' and
Trunk rattlin'

He ain't goin' nowhere, the boy too nice
(Too nice)
He’s done it again, I got rich twice (Damn)
Keep a thumper on tuck (On tuck)
We ain't broke, we papered up (Papered up)
He ain't goin' nowhere, the boy too nice
(Too nice)
He’s done it again, I got rich twice (Damn)
Keep a thumper on tuck (On tuck)
We ain't broke, we papered up (Papered up)

Tell a thug, we got what ya need
(Got what ya need, We got it, mayne)
If you want it, gotta cop it from me
(Cop it from me)
We on soil, you could see that it's real
(See that it's real)
But everywhere we go, we burn hundred bills
(Burn hundred bills)

Got rich twice (Damn) got rich twice (Damn)
Got rich twice (Damn) got rich twice (Damn)
Nigga, I done done it again (Damn)
Nigga, I done done it again (Damn)
Nigga, I done done it again (Damn)
Nigga, I done done it again (Damn)
Ooouh! biatch! biatch!