E-40, Mack 10, WC - My Hoodlums and My Thugz lyrics

I pledge allegiance to the ghetto, uh
I pledge allegiance to the game, uh
I pledge allegiance to the money and the cars
And the pussy and the bitches and the fame
Uh
I pledge allegiance to the ghetto, uh
I pledge allegiance to the game, uh
I pledge allegiance to the money and the cars
And the pussy and the bitches and the fame
Uh
(BIATCH)

To all my
To all my hoodlums and my
Thugz with their mugs on
Up in the ghetto and the hood
With the Playtex rubber gloves on
In the kitchen cookin' chicken, timin'
Havin' cash
Droppin' off packages and


Grindin' outta taxicabs
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh
Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up

Fuck talkin', I'm chalkin' niggas
Best ta get ta walkin'
It's The Shadiest
Charlie Hustle and my nigga the Chickenhawk
And on that 'throw it up throw it up' tip
As I dip, skip with the Euro clip
Hangin' for chips on 100-spoke whips
All I know is pussy
Money and color bandannas
And tryin' to get my kids some
More chickens than Colonel Sanders
Raised by the trigger so I'ma
Live by the trigger
And ride for seven figures for all
My hoodlum and thug niggas

Stuck to them good regulations of the game
Never snitch, never sung soprano (Soprano)
Ridin' dirty with three kilograms of coke
Implanted in my door panel
Never dustin' up
Never crackin' under pressure
Seems to me I do my time
And I get out whenever
Everywhere I go
People say I smell like Glocks
"What kind of cologne you got on?"
I tell 'em "Heckler and Koch"
Johnnie Walker
Snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch
Is what I drink a nigga up under the table
While all you powder puff niggas

To all my
To all my hoodlums and my
Thugz with their mugs on
Up in the ghetto and the hood
With the Playtex rubber gloves on
In the kitchen cookin' chicken, timin'
Havin' cash
Droppin' off packages and
Grindin' outta taxicabs
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh
Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh
Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up

Well, it's that old Inglewood gangbang
Hustlin' ass nigga
That dope game
Flossin' ho bustin' ass nigga
Still grindin' while rhymin' now
Up to seven figures
Low down, duct tapin', 2-11 lick hitter
Hoo Bangin' sendin' birds outta
Town on the bus
If you're into sellin' crack, nigga
Fuck with us
I got cars and a mansion
With wine in the cellar
And a bitch on my team that'll
Kill when I tell her

Back with ninjas so ya know
I do this for Folsom and Susanville
(Fo' sho')
My niggas in Quentin and Vacaville
(It's E-4-O)
From Chino to Tracy, Tehachapi
To Rikers Island, Pelican
Bay, Soledad, Lompoc
And Terminal Island
Keep on smilin'
Dialin' and callin' collect
'Cause you my folkers, you know I'ma accept
A za-, a zap board
(Zap board) , deuce amps (Deuce amps)
To shoot dice with
(Shoot dice with) , food stamps (Food stamps
BIATCH)

To all my
To all my hoodlums and my
Thugz with their mugs on
Up in the ghetto and the hood
With the Playtex rubber gloves on
In the kitchen cookin' chicken, timin'
Havin' cash
Droppin' off packages and
Grindin' outta taxicabs
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh
Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh
Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up

Could it be me
Or was it this chronic or Bombay
That got me puttin' it down for
All my hoodlums around the way
Lex spares, money dippin
Bulletproof vests and sack carriers
All my street niggas
East to the west to the south to the Yay Area

Well, if it ain't Charlie Hustle
It's that nigga Mack Manson
While the G homies boogie
We keep they hoes dancin'
And we stay Lexed up wit the pavé pieces
Sportin' beamed-up Chucks with
The flamed-up creases

I represent the flat lands, the alley ways
The moms and pops
The Chinese, the AK, the fiend, the rocks
The liquor store on every corner
The laundromat
The quick-to-run-up-on-a-nigga
To peel his cap

To all my
To all my hoodlums and my
Thugz with their mugs on
Up in the ghetto and the hood
With the Playtex rubber gloves on
In the kitchen cookin' chicken, timin'
Havin' cash
Droppin' off packages and
Grindin' outta taxicabs
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh
Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, uh
Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up

A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
A getcha scrill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill y'all
A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A dollar, a dollar, a getcha scrill y'all
BIATCH!
BIATCH!
BIATCH!
BIATCH!