E-40, Turf Talk , Cousin Fik - It's the First lyrics

Everybody ready with they work
(With they work)
My hands fresh out a chick purse
(Chick purse)
Got green, got white, got purp (Got purp)
Calling all D-boys to the turf (What is it?)
(it’s the first)
‘Bout my money, got the chick in
A fit, like a bitch, i feel rich
(it’s the first)
‘Bout my money, got the chick in a fit
Like a bitch I feel rich

It’s the first, mayne, and I’m on my grind
I get paid
But it’s already spent up in my mind
I been stacking my gouda to go to Maui
(Hawaii)
Instead of buying, I’mma lease me an Audi
(Go ‘head) the big body Audi fresh
Off the showroom floor
Put it in my side chick
She got a good credit score (800)
Living above my means sometimes but
That’s some nigga shit fuck it, B
I’mma buy some Jordans and a brand new fit
I got clients and patients patiently
Waiting up for me
To return in my truck so they can
Get more bang for they buck
You can find me on I5
Where I usually be often
Re-uppin’ and coppin’ from my plug
That stay out in Compton
Bompton, smoking bubba kush
On my way to the Yay where they
Keep the K in the bush
Where the church people pray for
They loved ones, killers, and crooks
Where the bitches hella thick
Like Harry Potter books bIATCH!

Everybody ready with they work
(With they work)
My hands fresh out a chick purse
(Chick purse)
Got green, got white, got purp (Got purp)
Calling all D-boys to the turf (What is it?)
(it’s the first)
‘Bout my money, got the chick in
A fit, like a bitch, i feel rich
(it’s the first)
‘Bout my money, got the chick in a fit
Like a bitch I feel rich

Yeah, I’m down to my last, end of the month
Six dollars left and I need me a blunt
Got a past due balance, yeah, cable costs
PG&E tryna cut me off
God love me but sometimes I can’t tell, mayne
Every second got me looking for the mailman
Said I wasn’t gon’ do it but I spent it all
Soon as I got it I was at the mall
I’mma get and I’mma keep blowin’ shit
‘Cause, I feel like you
Muthafuckas owe us shit
Got food on my card, I’mma need some cash
Call my baby sister, I’mma sell her half
Then it’s dopeman, dopeman, pharmaceutal
Early on the block with a Cup o’ Noodle
It’s a machine, we got it poppin’
Get it from two or three niggas
So nobody know what I’m coppin’
It’s the first

Everybody ready with they work
(With they work)
My hands fresh out a chick purse
(Chick purse)
Got green, got white, got purp (Got purp)
Calling all D-boys to the turf (What is it?)
(it’s the first)
‘Bout my money, got the chick in
A fit, like a bitch, i feel rich
(it’s the first)
‘Bout my money, got the chick in a fit
Like a bitch I feel rich

It was the night before the first
I had a fit laid out
Tricks getting paid so my bitch stayed out
I used to be broke but that shit played out
Can you calculate the profit's from
A brick laid out?
You need grapes? Come through
I got a zip weighed out
You ain’t got money for the good
I put a mid-grade out
Suckas hating on a player
Niggas bitchmade now if I ain’t got a strap
I pull a switchblade out
Smoking blunts to the neck as
I run through the set i got fronts
Took a left from a bunch of niggas in debt
Ridin’ in an old school but
It runs like a ‘Vette
EBT on me, let’s do lunch in a jet
Side of work on the first, what I can’t be
We ain’t related but I
Still call her "auntie"
She say them niggas ‘round the
Corner do her janky
And my rocks be so fat she gotta thank me
Cousin

Everybody ready with they work
(With they work)
My hands fresh out a chick purse
(Chick purse)
Got green, got white, got purp (Got purp)
Calling all D-boys to the turf (What is it?)
(it’s the first)
‘Bout my money, got the chick in
A fit, like a bitch, i feel rich
(it’s the first)
‘Bout my money, got the chick in a fit
Like a bitch I feel rich (It’s the first)