E-40 - They Might Be Taping lyrics

I like this Rick Rock

I don't be slackin in my mackin
I be doin it in a player fashion
Makin it happen, speakers slappin
Scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n i be
Representin my region and pullin
Up in somethin decent
Used to buy shit off the lot
But now lately I've been leasin
Like the white man I've been thinkin
Tryin to come up with a plan
How to spend this dope money
Buy some houses and some land
Tryin to teach you niggas somethin
Tryin to lace you like a shoe
Buy a couple of fixer-uppers pimpin it
Ain't gotta be brand new
I'm a boss about my shit
About the way I carry it
The way I wear my glasses low


The way I sport my toothpick
The way I pop it at a ho
The way I utilize my mouth
The way I keep my fuckin blowover
Over at a relative's house
Beware of yo' surroundings
Gotta handpick yo' cronies
Gotta be about your allowance
And X out all the phonies
Gotta watch out for them folks
Gotta watch yo' conversations
Gotta be careful on the phones cause
Them folks might be taping

(Aww shit, talk in pig latin, use the codes)
They might be taping
(Aww man, you think they taping?)
Gotta be careful on the phones cause
Them folks might be taping
(Aww shit, they readin lips, cover your nose)
They might be taping
(Naw man, you think they taping?)
Gotta be careful on the phones cause
Them folks might be taping

40? an ounce of space
Ain't even had time to wash my face
I been in the traffic tryin to get it
I ain't got time to fuckin waste
My money's short like I'm slippin
I'm tryin to smack it up and flip it
I'm tryin to turn this thousand dollars into
A quarter of a mill' ticket
Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it
But that ain't the fuckin way
Niggas be sellin mo' wolf tickets
Than fake autographs on eBay
My orangutangs'll growl
With our upside down smile
We been doin it for a while
You can check my d-boy file
I be fuckin 'em up like this man
I be killin 'em off like that
Divin up in them hoes mayne and
Treatin them hoes like rats
Niggas don't really know that I'm
So sincere about this here
Niggas don't really know that I got
My name from drinkin beer
Do a cauliflowered ear, me and my muskateers
Come through with them choppers
Let the lil' homey steer
I like to dress up in my Dockers
Camouflage my real career
But, I'm really packin woppers
Pistols rusty like Pam Grier

"Taping, taping, taping taping taping" 2X
"Taping, taping, taping taping taping" 2X

I wish a motherfucker would
I'm still livin my second childhood
My mentality, my frame of mind, all hood
I'm in the local booth with my nine
Breakin down a backwood
Sippin on 40, drink cloud nine
Try to get it while it's good
In the heart of the soil, in
The middle of the paint, where it ain't
Where we park our cars on the grass
Sell hop and push crank
Where the dopefiends dig in our tracks
And siphon gas from our tanks
Where the biggest hypocrites in the
Church call themselves saints
I don't gossip like bitches I
Mind my own fuckin business
Dig yaper good money cause that
Sucker shit ain't nutritious
I don't be burnin no bridges I'm
A loyalist 'bout my riches gumbo pots boil
Good with the skillet like a chemist
Steady long like a female weave
Cooler than antifreeze
Bust you in the toe like
Eddie Murphy did DeLouise
Act like you know what
I represent, bitch please
That powdered milk section 8
And that government cheese, ho!