E-40, Laroo, Droop-E - I Am Your lyrics

(I am your) inspirator, money motivator
The starter to your ignition
The engine and generator
Hoe ass haters never got no place
They fall short
They don’t wanna listen to me
And the robbery part (I am your)
I’m concrete from ma head to ma fuckin feet
One of the solidest niggas that
Ever gon wanna meet (ugh)
Pick your place or pick your drug of choices
I can’t explain how I feelin right now
I keep hearin voices (I am your)
Affiliation to the real nigga
D-boys dance and ma neighbourhood
Making my descent on the flight
I’m your night light
When it come to hood shit I’m your insight
(look, I am your)
Star in the 4th quarter
Back boy slapper with a bad bitch winning
(winning)
I’m you club investor line with a blow
Quit playing shorty holla at a nigga though
(I am Your)

National d-boy, solo representer
Hustle all summer, and grind all winter
Never been a quitter, money motivator
Real gouda getter
Hustle all summer, and grind all winter

My money is jumbo, your money is frodo
Hoes go below the belt
That’s what I call a low blow what else
Matter a fact I got hoes like a bell
(like a bell?)
Cause, I got stroke like Phelps
Plus I smoke like Phelps (what else)
Smokin on sativa wid a bad senorita
Body like guida but her face is way prettier
Hoes can't see her, even in their peripheral
(I am your) yeah guy with the steel wheel
Tail on the star craft
Foes on the back door
Double shot a yag landocious
Not a lambo coupe, 3 for the energizer
(I am your) to the death I die wit this
Real nigga from the grid
Bread over sucker shit
Always in the fuckin mix, fixture
In the hollar games
Sick wid it harder chain (I am Your)

National d-boy, solo representer
Hustle all summer, and grind all winter
Never been a quitter, money motivator
Real gouda getter
Hustle all summer, and grind all winter

All winter
Soundtrack to your life, man outta mice
Where a 12 year old kill you for stripes
Not a price where niggas die over dice and
The fiends smoke pipes
The dirty, the dusty, the
Musty beany wearing types, yea
(I am your) play where the girls walk
Powered by the slick talk
Mirrored like a mohawk
Flashy, push like a bullet train
I’m a wreck the boy man
Fire up the best strain
The pitter patter and chitter
Chatter don’t matter
When the clapper get to closing
The clatter them have to scatter
I used to call an tell em rippers it’s a rap
Now come slippers, slide in
No strings attached, them niggas ESPN
Never in the game (I am your)
They just talkin

National d-boy, solo representer
Hustle all summer, and grind all winter
Never been a quitter, money motivator
Real gouda getter
Hustle all summer, and grind all winter

I am your i am your