E-40 - Undastandz Me lyrics

My nigga I don't want no hands
Out I'ma get my shit regardless
My network in the relationship
Game is flawless
Where I'ma stop, nobody knows
I'm all over the place with my flows
I've fucked around with the coca plant game
For years but now I'm celibate
People always ask me 40 how
You stay current and relevant
I'm cut from leather both of these
Cats is cut from polyester
I'm hard as a brick, most
Of these suckers soft, like feathers
Finnah knock me a chick, 10 or better
Break her for her cheddar
I'ma keep it all the way hood, I've
Been living in my third childhood, lately
Smoking a lot of spinach lately
Hanging out at the strip club lately
I use to give them niggas player
Prices and jugs for the bricks
But now I be giving them discounts
For hooks and verse licks
I like bitches with cellulite
I don't like them too lean
I like them thick and yolked
Like UCLA softball team
I'm cool with either or fat or petite
Cause, I ain't gon' lie, skinny pussy be deep
Bust open the package and throw the
Trojan out and smash it
Stretch the kiznoochie out just like elastic
I'ma give it to her slow like a
Snail or real fast like a rabbit
And in the bay area fly coonin' is a habit
You Undastandz Me understand Me
You Understandz Me

You got a zip? I got a zip, you need a zip?
Yup! You got a brick?
I got a brick, you need a brick? Nope
That's what the little homey asked
When he was broke
Said he needed a credit line
I told that nigga ain't nobody
Giving out no lines no numbers, no loans
Ain't nobody giving up zones, no chickens
No bones
Said his moms was about to lose her home
His sister on dialysis
Older brother didn't caught a body
His younger brother on Kaddafi
His daddy in for armed robbery
Uncle in for grand larceny
His auntie in for bad checks
Credit cards and money laundering
His cousin FISH
So he thinks he needs protection
Not only that
But his broad hollering pregnant
Quite as kept she's been doing
A lot of sexing
Getting it in, with the nigga best-friend
So I pushed him in the mix
With a month in a half, or 6 weeks or so
He moved up to 36
36 zips of bow equals a grip
We call it Kicks, in the Bay
It's a fool, it's a trip
Walk straight, they don't play
It ain't cool bitch!

I'm a street nigga, walk with my head up
Stick out my chest
I don't like private jets, I fly south west
And you'll never catch me
Wearing a fucking wire
That's how you get your head
Deflated like a tire i don't be gossiping
And running off into lip and name dropping
I be hustling in the traffic
Repping shoulders and hold down
Getting gusty and galavaty
Politicing and moon walking
Desert eagle, hold a slick caution
Verified ficture from the V
Soil celebrity, heavy
So don't be fucking with me
I'm having my fanny born and ready ever
Since I came out the coochie
I was a nosey little
Mustache infactuated with cash
Tryna get some ass fast
Finger fucking broads in class
I get dressed at the mall
Brand new kicks and fit's
'Where you be getting yo hats from?'
Man I buy them from Lidz
I'm with the shit but I don't
Really sucker shit at all
Ya'll on some fake time
That I'm on some real time like Bill Maher