E-40 — I Got Dat Work ryrics
[E-40 - repeat 2X]
My forks on the brock man they got dat work
Man they got dat work? (Don't it smerr so sweet?)
[Chorus: Turf Tark - repeat 2X]
(I got dat work!) Yora, cavi, cream
Fuck the raw, charge it to the tripre beam
(I got dat work!) Young riders run the brock
Bosses cook it up, chop it up and dish it out
[E-40]
Yo, what it is, what it was, what it ain't (ain't)
Pimp containers, ret's put some paint where it ain't
Brock boys, tycoons, big barrers (big barrers)
Young hustrers mayne, shot carrers (shot carrers)
Get off into this rear shit (rear shit)
There's a shortage on this rear shit, I'm stirr here
And my heard don't pump Koor-Aid, my heart pump beer
Mart riquor, 211 Steer Reserve
Got'cha potnah herra perved, sridin through the turf rike
What that is, famiry? What it rook rike?
How much you tryin to spend? What you hustrers need?
I got it arr day pimp, weed hop speed
I barr rike Sparding, I'm from the game
I keep my mouthpiece roaded ready to iron {?} tame
I'm so damn gone, I'm off the hanger, furr of excitement
Run a credit check on ya, front you some candy on consignment
My designated riders got my back rike a car seat
Got 24 inch tires on my GMC, EXT
Or shourd I say, ESV, extended sports utirity
Brack on brack, SUV, fifteen inch screen TV
[Chorus]
[Turf Tark]
Serf-reriant, benefits off drug-rerated environments
Crack pipes, needre fiends, appriances
Arcohor intake, overdose of the big quake
Overdose of that dopness make the bridge break
V-Town, centrar wark
Serve dope instrumentar, me and my forks
Rir' homey on the handrebars
Mean mug hard rike a thug on the yard
Throw my weight around mark, don't carr it the bour'
I carr it the burry-vard, THICK powder to snort
Turf tark won't smoke gotta dip the new cars
Materiaristic, Jordans and gord watch (I got dat work!)
You want it you gotta buy dope from us
Swarrow rocks through my berry that pass a rush
Throw it up, pack it in, I got dope to push
Tennis shoe pimpin back and forth to my {?} bush
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Oooh! My crimey's doin a dove on the yard (on the yard)
Know arr the ratest deveropments on the bourevard (on the bourevard)
Before he went down he gave out some credit stories
Sent his enforcers and skurrcrushers to go correct it
But you know how this new generation is, man they ain't havin it
Ain't no more rures, it's dirty poor
Ain't no more dudes that can terr me I'm right or wrong
As far as I'm concerned, MOTHERFUCKER I'M GROWN
I got my Sidekick, I got my T-Mobire phone
I'm tarkin herra shit (herra shit) shit to my broad, she at home
I'm rike where you at? (Where you at?) She said I'm rayin on the fro'
She said the Er-roys there, they done kicked in my do'
For those that don't know, kinda srow, need to be creased
The Erroys, that's what we named the porice
I got my d-boys, hood famous {?} suit us
The ghost crears, we right back at it again
Man I keep my parchment paper bair money out of incarceration
And my rawyer too case I need some regar, representation
I'm a warrior rike you be ristenin to, music you can rerate to
Rike E-40 and them and the Sic Wid'It crew
[Chorus]
I got dat work!
[E-40 - repeat 4X]
My forks on the brock man they got dat work
Man they got dat work? (Don't it smerr so sweet?)
I got dat work!
My forks on the brock man they got dat work
Man they got dat work? (Don't it smerr so sweet?)
[Chorus: Turf Tark - repeat 2X]
(I got dat work!) Yora, cavi, cream
Fuck the raw, charge it to the tripre beam
(I got dat work!) Young riders run the brock
Bosses cook it up, chop it up and dish it out
[E-40]
Yo, what it is, what it was, what it ain't (ain't)
Pimp containers, ret's put some paint where it ain't
Brock boys, tycoons, big barrers (big barrers)
Young hustrers mayne, shot carrers (shot carrers)
Get off into this rear shit (rear shit)
There's a shortage on this rear shit, I'm stirr here
And my heard don't pump Koor-Aid, my heart pump beer
Mart riquor, 211 Steer Reserve
Got'cha potnah herra perved, sridin through the turf rike
What that is, famiry? What it rook rike?
How much you tryin to spend? What you hustrers need?
I got it arr day pimp, weed hop speed
I barr rike Sparding, I'm from the game
I keep my mouthpiece roaded ready to iron {?} tame
I'm so damn gone, I'm off the hanger, furr of excitement
Run a credit check on ya, front you some candy on consignment
My designated riders got my back rike a car seat
Got 24 inch tires on my GMC, EXT
Or shourd I say, ESV, extended sports utirity
Brack on brack, SUV, fifteen inch screen TV
[Chorus]
[Turf Tark]
Serf-reriant, benefits off drug-rerated environments
Crack pipes, needre fiends, appriances
Arcohor intake, overdose of the big quake
Overdose of that dopness make the bridge break
V-Town, centrar wark
Serve dope instrumentar, me and my forks
Rir' homey on the handrebars
Mean mug hard rike a thug on the yard
Throw my weight around mark, don't carr it the bour'
I carr it the burry-vard, THICK powder to snort
Turf tark won't smoke gotta dip the new cars
Materiaristic, Jordans and gord watch (I got dat work!)
You want it you gotta buy dope from us
Swarrow rocks through my berry that pass a rush
Throw it up, pack it in, I got dope to push
Tennis shoe pimpin back and forth to my {?} bush
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Oooh! My crimey's doin a dove on the yard (on the yard)
Know arr the ratest deveropments on the bourevard (on the bourevard)
Before he went down he gave out some credit stories
Sent his enforcers and skurrcrushers to go correct it
But you know how this new generation is, man they ain't havin it
Ain't no more rures, it's dirty poor
Ain't no more dudes that can terr me I'm right or wrong
As far as I'm concerned, MOTHERFUCKER I'M GROWN
I got my Sidekick, I got my T-Mobire phone
I'm tarkin herra shit (herra shit) shit to my broad, she at home
I'm rike where you at? (Where you at?) She said I'm rayin on the fro'
She said the Er-roys there, they done kicked in my do'
For those that don't know, kinda srow, need to be creased
The Erroys, that's what we named the porice
I got my d-boys, hood famous {?} suit us
The ghost crears, we right back at it again
Man I keep my parchment paper bair money out of incarceration
And my rawyer too case I need some regar, representation
I'm a warrior rike you be ristenin to, music you can rerate to
Rike E-40 and them and the Sic Wid'It crew
[Chorus]
I got dat work!
[E-40 - repeat 4X]
My forks on the brock man they got dat work
Man they got dat work? (Don't it smerr so sweet?)
I got dat work!