E-40, Beeda Weeda, Work Dirty - In The Morning lyrics

The slums of the big town
As packed with drama and danger
As the squalid streets of some native quarter
In the heart of this melting
Pot of crime stands an oasis where one man
Struggles against the forces
That turned his loved ones to
Lives of violence and shame

OOOUH! Sinister mob shit
Choppers all in the closet
Hydrogen lamps in the attic
Warm broccoli, spinach and cabbage
I keep sealer on the counter
Right next to the money counter
That’s right next to scale
For weighing nuts and fruit's not yayo
That’s my excuse if they took me to jail
Listen to this here, cuz
Never explain to the popo and tell em' shit
'Cause they ain't the fuckin judge
It’s money on my mind, and paper I gotta get
Bitches I need to fuck
And licks that I must hit
Moves that I'ma make
And whips I’m tryna flip
Steps that I should take
Be careful I don’t slip
When I was little I had to observe
Watch and listen
So I could be real conditioned
And ready for the unexpected to occur anytime
I’m on my 24-hour grind
In my prime gettin' mine
Greenbacks in the making gouda on the line
Chalupa I be chasing nine by my spine
Outsmarting the popo selling dope
Holding up a homeless sign bIATCH!

Banger hidden under my clothes
I pull it out, and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we joogin' for sure
Just ask all the knocks
I'll be right back out here in the morning
Banger hidden under my clothes
I pull it out, and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we joogin' for sure
Just ask all the knocks
I'll be right back out here in the morning

Wake up in the morning
First thing on my mind is guapo
Gouda, shooter
Knock the meet up out your taco
Capo, I don’t serve, I just
Sit back and watch, bro
Sees llamas, Rugers, in love
With my 40 Glock, though
Slidin' through ghetto on 4's
Dodging them potholes
Heavy metal drugs and hoes
Call it the rock show
Ooh, I’m really mobbin'
No problem to get your top blown
Hit 'em up, slit 'em up, rig 'em up
Right back at it when the cops gone
Welcome to the top zone, 2-8 block, nigga
Raised by J-Mo, certified top hitter
Swisher filled with gag
Got it by the Glad bag
Gucci, bet I let it sag, stuntin'
Showin' my ass
Flashin' on my little brothers
Take your bad ass to class
Gotta feel him, can’t be mad
Caught em' dippin' in my stash
No task, two tabs, I’m rollin'
I’ve been posted on this bitch since morning

Banger hidden under my clothes
I pull it out, and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we joogin' for sure
Just ask all the knocks
I'll be right back out here in the morning
Banger hidden under my clothes
I pull it out, and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we joogin' for sure
Just ask all the knocks
I'll be right back out here in the morning

When I go ham, money on my mind 24 7, damn
Kick a broke bitch out my spot like Pam
I’m a hustler in every sense of the word
Favorite days of the month: 1st to the 3rd
That’s when all the fiends got dough
So I don’t sleep
Tell my knock to spread the word, brah
I’m taking EBT
WIC cards, Social Security checks
I run through them dope fiend rental in the
Driveway right now, boy, i scoop them
(Work, where you bank?) Shit, the BofA
Bread out her Ass, deposit's all day
All day scheming on the come up
Tryna get my ones up
30 round rig, wish a nigga run up
I keep a weapon, a pistol, poker or popper
Something to bludgeon a hater to death
If he disrespects my propers
Work Dirty, I’m a motherfuckin' monster
These noodle spine niggas get ate like pasta

Banger hidden under my clothes
I pull it out, and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we joogin' for sure
Just ask all the knocks
I'll be right back out here in the morning
Banger hidden under my clothes
I pull it out, and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we joogin' for sure
Just ask all the knocks
I'll be right back out here in the morning