E-40, Too $hort - My Stapler lyrics

You better have a bulletproof vest
'Cause these niggas out here
They be some haters (Haters, mayne)
It's sick out on these streets
Tryna stay up on your feet
Everybody got a Kater (Everybody got a Kater)
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler

I wanna come home, so I don't leave my home
Without my stapler, Rollo, thumper, pistol
Chrome 'Cause they'll try to dome you where
I'm at and where I'm from
Killafornia, walk up to you with a drum
Most of the time over somethin'


Small and hella dumb
Like sayin' some stupid shit
When you're drunk
You could plot your own demise by
What comes from your tongue
Don't get killed behind a bitch
'cause you hella sprung
I was raised around older folks
That lived a fast pace
Went to Gamed Up University where
They lace the unlaced
Don't make me whip out on a nigga
Stay tucked
They don't play by the rules no more
Not even the people that made 'em up
UH! Ain't no refunds or no rebate
They'll put a hole in your
Face like a milk crate
Ain't no talkin' no more
These niggas don't debate
They appear to be real
But they really fidnake (BIATCH)

You better have a bulletproof vest
'Cause these niggas out here
They be some haters (Haters, mayne)
It's sick out on these streets
Tryna stay up on your feet
Everybody got a Kater (Everybody got a Kater)
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler

My first gun was a 32 Special
Six-shooter, don't fuck with my cash flow
'Cause my money don't stop
Remember when they first came with Glocks
Seventeen shots, I got him
With all them bullets, you better pop him
'Cause them shit-starters, you gotta stop him
Shoot him in his ass with a shotgun
Those days are long and gone
Niggas blast now, it goes on and on
It's way too real when
You're bangin' somethin'
Pistol in his pocket, big thang in the trunk
The Bay wasn't ever about blue and red
But, you still might end up dead
Shot in the head
That's how they caught Michael
They sprayed him up with that assault rifle

You better have a bulletproof vest
'Cause these niggas out here
They be some haters (Haters, mayne)
It's sick out on these streets
Tryna stay up on your feet
Everybody got a Kater (Everybody got a Kater)
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler

Leavin' the house unarmed
Is like leavin' an arm
Was taught that way ever since the
Day that I was born
Punk shit is at an all-time high
Contagious like a yawn after a funeral
Two months is the extent of which they mourn
He got his hood on his neck and his back
His face and fist
But his hood turned they back
May he rest in piss
He's a goner no longer, he's been dismissed
Call the coroner or donor, cancel Christmas
Analyzin' the ways of the world
I come to find out
Is it real when the preacher
Preachin' the missionary shout?
Out here we be playin' for keeps
Especially in a drought
Put a tag on his for some bread
A certain amount it's gruesome out here
It's far from gorgeous
Christians, Scientologists, agnostics
Mormons, uH!
I'ma keep it scrill 'til I meet my maker
Won't leave the house without my stapler

You better have a bulletproof vest
'Cause these niggas out here
They be some haters (Haters, mayne)
It's sick out on these streets
Tryna stay up on your feet
Everybody got a Kater (Everybody got a Kater)
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler
Don't, don't leave the house
Without your stapler