E-40 - Shut It Down lyrics

Alright, alright, off we go smooth and mellow
I’m about to play MC’s like tecmo
Gettin ma props
It says E 40 ima ma drop that
Hmm they ain’t fo’ heathens so lemme
Buckle up an switch up Lanes
Be throbbin, knockin, tweezin, orange jellin
I got em wonderin if I’m workin or sellin
Yola white wit da dukey brown top
Lookin clean as I wanna be
Killin em off stack on the mac tip
Gettin busy bout ma record shrine
Hurtin suckaz dealins
Makin em wanna resign back
To the drawin board
Cause you know you outta line either or
The penalty’s not decline I was d score
I believe it’s a zipper the nathan
I dropped tha bomb
Cause it ain’t the season for
Flakin tweaked off ma tongue
Rolling them back's getting twisted an all
Then I start ma clown you didn’t know
I shut it down

Like Satchel Paige I call my outfield in
Four counts bases loaded
Anotha win for E 40 and the click crew
I thought you knew ERA average is 002
Don’t need a pinch hitter cause I’m
Already on here about a thousand
That’s if you don’t forfeit
Don’t be mad at me though chock
It up as a loss
I get saucier than Ragu spaghetti sauce
Proof is in the pudding, check your
Local listings for booking -me
The one an only unorthodox rapper E 40
Put here for a purpose
Now tell me is it worth it ridin
Round startin up trouble in yo public
That ain’t even sharp at all
Cause one day mom’s gonna get a call
Would you, would you
Would you come identify yo son
He’s anotha victim of a hot (hot one)

No I ain’t tryna knock nobody hustle but now
This whole violent thang gotten
Way outta bounds
Innocent bystanders gettin shot up
An carried off
Folks killin otha folks, chil’ren stealin
From they parent, kidnappin, robbin
The whole blasé
What! you think that’s groovy? Mayne
D whole world is corrupted
Check it out, partna
I know the streets ain’t goin nowhere
But now as far as we
Gatherin up dis information
That I done learn through ma stressful strife
I wanna share wit ya’ll ya
Know what I’m sayin
But now look I care fo’ folks
I’m wanna shut this whole thang down
On this whole violent thang
Killin up each otha mayne
We need to gone wit dat
Shoot dat to da left, tear dat off
You know what I’m sayin
I’m sayin d same thang

I’m givin off velvet, an I’m proud to tell it
A young black entrepreneur that
Ain’t sellin it
Gettin ma props makin ma mil though
I rather be at home than jail bro
Motivation ma brotha, gets rid of frustration
Notice how I didn’t stutter
I neva would do naythin of that fashion
I go on a 2 day fastin
Meditate on nothin but positive rappin
See I take it deep
Wake up in d middle a ma sleep
Get on ma knees an pray an say ‘thank
You Lord for wakin me up today’
That’s on d goosh ma pal
Ima get say it anyhow
But now if yo stubborn
Summin like dat may be outta yo league
Thinking to yo stuff they might call me
All kinds a punks an stuff
Partna you ain’t down wid us no more
You soft-tear dat off and shut it down