E-40 - Sell Everything lyrics

Boss moves man, Chess moves man uh, huh!
We out here getting paper
We trying to have our money

Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine
Speed, crack, crystal, the fast lane
Trains, boats, beaches and airplanes
What we sell? We sell everything

I'm just as hard headed as I want to be
Me and my entourage, my faculty
Crazy like the glue
Promethazine and Mountain Dew
Sometimes I act my age
Sometimes the size of my shoe
Right now I'm hella paid
But I used to be broke like you
Bankroll overweight from selling weight
Wait? Did you say bankroll overweight
From pushing weight?
Did I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate
Slide by
Made a whole lotta money from pushing cake
Dead right i'm a whole 'nother gr'animal a
Different make - than those
Grew up with hella holes in my clothes
Your clothes?
Dig in them dirty clothes to come out clean
Know what I mean? So I hopped in the yola
Game and bought a beam, a triple-beam?
Didn't have no income
But this is the outcome
Real life, not a sitcom
Hustlers up, busters down
Partner this the re-up, not the runaround

Gorilla in it, killing it
Making my presence felt
Beating they fucking ass
Without the fucking belt
Panini a motherfucker
Toast him like a patty melt
In an old school duster
And I'm doing it by myself
I got a proposition legal
Not like the others
Let's put out bread together and
Build like the toll brothers
The banks denying modifications, foreclosures
Short sales, lets turn our money over
Invest in a couple of condos, real estate
Elevate a couple of years from now
You gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate
Used to mean mug but now I smile
Everyday is a balladay
Turning heads just like a owl
Direct TV in my Escalade


I still got the keys so I'm driving it
If y'all keep buying it
I'ma keep supplying it
Deliver, distribute and whipping and selling
These microphone candy bars
Did you just say whipping and
Selling these microphone candy bars?
Yeah I did i got three phones
That's why I don't ever answer the phone
I got three guns, a black one
Grey one and a chrome
Three homes, prolly why I'm never home
Three lungs
Like Michael Phelps smoked a bong
There's three sides to every story: there's
Mine's your's and the truth
Niggas lose their lives every
Day over a booch
Niggas get popped with nines and
AKs and caught loose
Trying to get their ham and
Green eggs like Dr seuss bitch!

We out here getting paper
We trying to have our money