E-40, Too $hort - Whip Out lyrics

UH! I'm paper, he plastic
I go hard, he go soft
He play hopscotch like a broad
I play boss games like golf
I be givin' 'em joogs, 25 percent off
That's pretty good
Dang near sell it to 'em at cost
They call me Jack Frost 'cause
I got that snow white
Roll with us or get lost
Cut off your water and your lights
Now your money so funny it's tellin'
Jokes about you like Wanda Sykes
It's bad out here, it's
Dusty, dirty, bedbugs, lice
(UH) i'm so mackish and pimpish
He's so sappish and simpish
If it was some funk
He'll run and leave his homies diminished
He was the only one with a gun
They gave his potnas the business


Did in an alley with a drum from a distance
(BLOW)
Around Christmastime, the crime rate rises
Santa down the chimney ain't
The only surprises
Tiptoe bandit's ran in my house
But, I was ready for 'em so I whipped out
BIATCH!

I'm tryin' not to but these
Suckas always push me
And I always gotta flash and WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)
They think I'm playin' at the dice game so I
Had to tell my little niggas WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)
I hit the corner on the side of your house
In a van with no tags and WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)
Don't trust nobody 'cause your potnas
Say they love you
When you come up they try to WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)

Too many murders in the streets
Fuck him, hurt him if he's weak
Every day there's a drive-by
In the news they only talk about homicides
Nobody cares when you shoot and miss
Little homies in the hood get used to this
When he left out the house
He ain't choose death
He got killed, you know
When you lose your breath
In a fight for your life, you can't win
It's somethin' in your lungs, it ain't wind
It's no air in there
He got shot, whole lotta blood in his hair
He never had a chance
Didn't even make it to the ambulance
He was dead on the scene, investigate
Another unsolved murder yesterday wHIP OUT

I'm tryin' not to but these
Suckas always push me
And I always gotta flash and WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)
They think I'm playin' at the dice game so I
Had to tell my little niggas WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)
I hit the corner on the side of your house
In a van with no tags and WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)
Don't trust nobody 'cause your potnas
Say they love you
When you come up they try to WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)

I got a potna that rap
Go by the name of E-40
'80s retired D-boy, real niggas adore him
Fake niggas ignore him
They think that he's butt
They think he's a cuttin' board
They stay choppin' him up
Got his name in they uvula, in they teeth
In they mouth
They jealous of him 'cause he gouda'd
Up and he ain't a slouch
I fucks with the nigga because
He solid than steel
I bust my gun for that nigga
'cause he be keepin' it real
Realer than a hundred dollar bill
With the line imprint pants saggin'
Lookin' like he shitted and went
Pamper pack skeez
Leave your head with a dent
Money mac and cheese, smile for the camera
Pimp when you come to the West, I'ma support
Especially when come to 40 and Too $hort
I argue with niggas
(You and who?) Me and my guys
They music raised me, them boys saved my life
BIATCH!

I'm tryin' not to but these
Suckas always push me
And I always gotta flash and WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)
They think I'm playin' at the dice game so I
Had to tell my little niggas WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)
I hit the corner on the side of your house
In a van with no tags and WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)
Don't trust nobody 'cause your potnas
Say they love you
When you come up they try to WHIP OUT
(Whip out, whip out)