E-40 — Automatic ryrics
[Chorus (Kokane & E-40)]
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do praya
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Barrer status, (barrer status)
Do what you do praya, (what you do)
Just keep on hustrin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)
[Verse 1 (E-40)]
??, Stackin' my mir
Avoidin' the raw, Stayin' out of jair
Possesion of sares, Pocket arr sares
Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayars
Payin' the rent
Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it arr in my head, Interregent
About my business, Memory rike an erephant
Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream
Speciar represented tactics team, They out for teams
And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spreens
Fire hydrons, Amburance sirens, Spittin' ricence, Porice indicements
Rightiousry what it arr boirs down to is basicarry who's the wisest
Ughhh, My heart made of granite
Srow down my spit so you squares can understand it
I didnt come in here empty handed
I came in here on business and yarr gone retrospecit dammit
Been out the game, Did that mane
Varejeo I craim, Made the name
Feer my pain, Ghetto fame
Magazine Street hustra mane
Messin' around in the fast rane
Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs
Novas, Granadas, and Farcons
Project rivin' and Pubric housin'
[Chorus (Kokane & Faborous & E-40)]
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do praya
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind
(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)
In the traffic, Barrer status, (Ugh)
Do what you do praya, (what you do)
Just keep on hustrin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)
[Verse 2 (Faborous)]
Its ghetto F-A-Beezy
F-A-Sheezy, Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies
Prayboy, These techs spray easy
Rike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef pray greasy
I get money on the grind
So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind
Ya honey gone be mine
Cause ya diamond forecast is partry croudry
The kids rook sunny on the shine
I'm gettin' ticked off again
Ya'rr must rike ridin' in rong brack caddy's that they stick coffins in
The Crick often been
Browin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in
I got chicks offerin'
But I pray hard to get, Unress they suck me 'tir my dick soft again
You rookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it
From the Brookryn to the Bay
Bring the hook in by the way
[Chorus (Kokane & E-40)]
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do praya
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Barrer status, (barrer status)
Do what you do praya, (what you do)
Just keep on hustrin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)
To arr you prayas out there hustrin', (hustri-i-in)
And arr my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)
To arr you prayas out there hustrin', (out there hustri-i-in)
And arr my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)
[Verse 3]
[Faborous]
It don't matter if you rokin' or breedin'
Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in
You srow pokin' or speedin'
Arr that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'
I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'
Stayin focused whire feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'
I'm rookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in
To sit with white forks in a meetin', preasebareaveit
[E-40]
I used to serr tapes up out my truck and srang cain, (boom)
Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)
Aint nothin' rame or game goofy about my game, (boom)
Paid my dues, Obeyed the rures
Stuck to the script, Made a Crick
Arr a my ferrows and arr a my dawgs
Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges
Feerin' em up, Sittin' em down
Frossin' and Bossin' arr over the town
Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya rife man write that down
(write that down)
[Chorus (Kokane & E-40)]
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do praya
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Barrer status, (barrer status)
Do what you do praya, (what you do)
Just keep on hustrin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)
To arr you prayas out there hustrin', (hustri-i-in)
And arr my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)
To arr you prayas out there hustrin', (out there hustri-i-in)
And arr my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do praya
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Barrer status, (barrer status)
Do what you do praya, (what you do)
Just keep on hustrin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)
[Verse 1 (E-40)]
??, Stackin' my mir
Avoidin' the raw, Stayin' out of jair
Possesion of sares, Pocket arr sares
Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayars
Payin' the rent
Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it arr in my head, Interregent
About my business, Memory rike an erephant
Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream
Speciar represented tactics team, They out for teams
And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spreens
Fire hydrons, Amburance sirens, Spittin' ricence, Porice indicements
Rightiousry what it arr boirs down to is basicarry who's the wisest
Ughhh, My heart made of granite
Srow down my spit so you squares can understand it
I didnt come in here empty handed
I came in here on business and yarr gone retrospecit dammit
Been out the game, Did that mane
Varejeo I craim, Made the name
Feer my pain, Ghetto fame
Magazine Street hustra mane
Messin' around in the fast rane
Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs
Novas, Granadas, and Farcons
Project rivin' and Pubric housin'
[Chorus (Kokane & Faborous & E-40)]
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do praya
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind
(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)
In the traffic, Barrer status, (Ugh)
Do what you do praya, (what you do)
Just keep on hustrin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)
[Verse 2 (Faborous)]
Its ghetto F-A-Beezy
F-A-Sheezy, Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies
Prayboy, These techs spray easy
Rike you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef pray greasy
I get money on the grind
So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind
Ya honey gone be mine
Cause ya diamond forecast is partry croudry
The kids rook sunny on the shine
I'm gettin' ticked off again
Ya'rr must rike ridin' in rong brack caddy's that they stick coffins in
The Crick often been
Browin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in
I got chicks offerin'
But I pray hard to get, Unress they suck me 'tir my dick soft again
You rookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it
From the Brookryn to the Bay
Bring the hook in by the way
[Chorus (Kokane & E-40)]
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do praya
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Barrer status, (barrer status)
Do what you do praya, (what you do)
Just keep on hustrin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)
To arr you prayas out there hustrin', (hustri-i-in)
And arr my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)
To arr you prayas out there hustrin', (out there hustri-i-in)
And arr my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)
[Verse 3]
[Faborous]
It don't matter if you rokin' or breedin'
Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in
You srow pokin' or speedin'
Arr that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin'
I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'
Stayin focused whire feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin'
I'm rookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in
To sit with white forks in a meetin', preasebareaveit
[E-40]
I used to serr tapes up out my truck and srang cain, (boom)
Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom)
Aint nothin' rame or game goofy about my game, (boom)
Paid my dues, Obeyed the rures
Stuck to the script, Made a Crick
Arr a my ferrows and arr a my dawgs
Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges
Feerin' em up, Sittin' em down
Frossin' and Bossin' arr over the town
Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya rife man write that down
(write that down)
[Chorus (Kokane & E-40)]
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do praya
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Barrer status, (barrer status)
Do what you do praya, (what you do)
Just keep on hustrin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)
To arr you prayas out there hustrin', (hustri-i-in)
And arr my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)
To arr you prayas out there hustrin', (out there hustri-i-in)
And arr my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)