E-40, Cotton Mouf, Bone Crusher - It's On lyrics

It's on, nigga! Nah nah nah nahh (ha)
Nah na na nah nahhh (ha? HA)
Nah nah nah nahh (HA!)
Nah na na nah nahhh - NIGGA SAY WHAT?

Who want it? Let the, beating begin
Hubba Bubba motherfuckers where will
The trickery end
I'M A FAT BOY! Master self within
Punishment is handed out
From the anvil's bend
This ain't for play niggas so, hoe-nigga pray
That I don't see yo' ass on judgment day
Before God get'cha I'ma cleave
Ya and butch' ya oh you scared now nigga
Do you need a tissue? YOU bitch NIGGA!

We hard on the boulevard
Marijuana prescriptions
Fake ID's and cannabis club cards
We some hitters, y'all some snitches
Pillow talkin and sellin wolf tickets
Runnin off at the mouth
Hidin up in the house
Scared like a mouse I presume, young tycoon
Hidin up under the sink
Runnin from the streetsweeper boom
Plead the fifth is what I sip as I drink
And sip 'gnac
Hard top Cadillac, fo' door tank
You tryin to get brownie points
Him feelin himself, him off incredibles
But now check this though
Potnah ain't gon' crack an egg
In a potato salad vegetables
Somebody call my attorney
Cause he gon' be leavin up
Outta here on a gurney
Takin my kindness for all kind of weakness
Gotta let him know I ain't phony
I'm into, feudin tycoonin and bossin
Flossin and sippin
Tryin to holla at a broad but
Her boyfriend over there trippin
Cause she done
Broke up with his ass cause he
Lazy and good for nothin
I'm a hustlin-ass street nigga that's
Really about somethin - BEOTCH!


Hoe it's on motherfucker quit
Bumpin your gums all that low rate talk
Need to check your funds
'Fore you make a sammich potnah
Need to toast your buns
Hell I want the whole loaf
While you're fightin for crumbs
Real niggas to the flo'
Hoe-niggas hit the do'
By the time I hit the scene
I'm lookin for the good smoke
Boy, I'm lookin for that bitch
That got the hot throat
Hell I'm from GA bitch
Better act like you know