E-40 - What's My Name lyrics

Tell me when to go like my name E-40
(What's my muthafuckin' name?)

Champion hoodie and bean cap, b-boy attire
Every promoter and their partner got
My name on they flyer
I'm on this bubba kush right now
Higher than a hiker
My folk's fresh back from the mountains
And he got that fire
Feeling good like you should
Liquor in my cup
Understood, I'm in the hood like
An ice cream truck
Jug, spin with me man, I'll hook you up
'Cause, I could give you more
Bang for your buck pro politics, property
Puzzle pieces pertaining paper
Proceeding profit pockets per
Digm prosperous promise
Putting the b's in the pockets
Proof in the pudding
You probably think that you can
But you probably shouldn't
Alice Sylverstein collection watch, biatch
Don't ask me how much this muthafucka cost
You stepping off dollars for pennies
I'm stepping off pennies for dollars
You dealing with hoes on they periods
I'm dealing with hustlers and commas

E-40 so tell me when to go like my name E-40
(What's my muthafuckin' name?)

My Camaro's souped up
And I ain't talking about Campbell's
Speakers in the crib, and in the door panels
Detachable steering wheel in case
They try to steal light you up like a candle
With my spring steel
Rifle for rival, built for survival
It's wacko and homicidal out here in the bay
Pack 90's and SK's, we living the last days
They calling the wrong plays
Rolling over in their graves
Ancestors used to be slaves
I try to trust, love them to death
But they be the ones that
Stir up the most mess
I ask them how they doing and they holla out
"Blessed" pack an airgun
Like they better than the next
I'm the rawest in it, I say the realest shit
Kick the sickest flow
I ain't gon' never quit
I started this independent shit
So I'mma finish it
Been in it forever, for a grip, for a minute
BIATCH

E-40 so tell me when to go like my name E-40
(What's my muthafuckin' name?)

Stores, like a restaurant
I don't drink to drink, I drink to get drunk
I might eat the pink after I hit the blunt
Dick on hard like a penis pump
'Cause she got a big dump
Not the donk with slump
The donk I wanna hump
The type to stick and plunk
With junk in her trunk
Hit it from the back and in the front
The function was bammer but
We got it cracking
Shit was so quiet you could hear
A spider piss on a napkin
Pockets on a diet, hell naw mayne
We stacking seemed like a riot the way
The music had us acting

E-40 so tell me when to go like my name E-40
(What's my muthafuckin' name?)