E-40, Turf Talk - This Goes Out lyrics

This goes out to the triple OG'z
Young homiez shootin dice on ya knees!
Out the window putcha chain in the breeze!
Stay aboutcha paper route stack cheese!

This goes out to the thick breezies!
Juicy Couture, paper, denim, and cloth jeans!
Dark Skin, red bone, ladies!
Stay aboutcha paper route stack cheese!

Drinkin aftershock! on the soil
Smokin a beedi
Fillin my wheaties in the trenches
Lookin out for em Po-Po-Heezies
Hoppin n hittin em fences livin
The life of a hustla
Watchin out these scandalous suckas
They dirty and cold them brothas
Totin and packin pistola
Quarterbackin yola stockin and drivin a rova
(rover) blackberry Motorola! (beep)
Livin lavish from peddlin that tragic magic
Immune 2 the beef and static
And thumpers and automatics!
Droppin off packages, savages!
After tryin, and shinin and grindin
Blinkin and blindin
And F-f-flossin n flamboastin my DIAMONDS
(blinggg)
If she knew better, she'd do better
She didn't know no better!
Told her to come up outta that cold!
And get up under some of
This here sunny weather!
Pressure bust a pipe! Am I right? am I wrong?
Told her I'm rightin my wrongs!
Convinced her to give me dome
I put my mack hand down then
I put my best foot forward
Then I place my bid like a playa
Pimp! Better know it!

Pull up to the club!
(cluuubb) In front of the buildin!
Feelin like a million dollas! wHaa!?
(whUHH!?) they ready n willin
We some seven figure hittas
Big triggas and dojas ferocious!
Some of these suckas be sellin wolf
Tickets! Don't think I don't notice!
I got my designated ridas and souljas
Weopalization & folkers the coldest!
We slang good look from Minne-snow ta
To South Da-Cola pushin that yola
We puttin it down for the soil!
Be perkin n smokin that doja!
Rockin n rollin them boulders
Duckin n dodgin the rollas
Major packers of paper? Bogus
We come from the shouldas
Whatchu want? A poodle
Sweetie? Or a big tycoon like E feezy!?
Some people hate e feezy
Cuz he be all up on T-V!
Lookin hella teezy! Wit a couple
Of playas and breezies!
Sippin some num-num juice! In the
Boxed up chevy capreezy!
That boy there livin proof! And go
On to stay off the heezy!
Not used to wearin suit's just
Levis t-shirts n beanies!

Uh!

If you like it, I love it!
Subbin and subbin the dead away
When they hear my sub rockford fosgate!
Speakers n tweeters penetrate through the
Hood like it's weight
Disbelievers n suckas hate when I'm
Up in my peruvian flake!
Yola white scraper makes the haters
Be mad at u!
Me and my whistlin pipes! tinted windows
Park avenue!
(oooohhh! park avenue?) Restricted
Pimpskillet! Talk to me! I'll talk back! I
Know you feel this track!
Throw ya hands in the sky!
Real real high n say
"Feezy! Tell me somethin slick n sly!"
Let's get tipsy, stoned, keyed, and twisted!
Pissy, drunk, tweeted, splifted! Wooooow!
(woww)
Scared man can't win! look at all these
Broads! Look at all these gorgeous women!
Look at all that junk in her trunk!
Look at all that body almighty!
Look at how she shakin her rump! Look
At what she do off bacardi!