E-40 — Rook At Me ryrics
[E-40] BEYOTCH!
Whas happenin, whas happenin?
You got to rove this yere nigguh
My boys, my Hot Boys
Juve and ??
Bout to race this game nigga
Do it the way we do it with E-4-0 Charrie Hustre
[B.G.]
Rook, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
Stearin niggaz cars to TV's in Expeditions
Thuggin is how I pray it everyday arr day
I keep it arr the way rear I can't see it no other way
I represent mines, Hot Boys
Srip up my whore crick rides, get shot boy
That's how it go; we straight do or die - we checkmate hordin niggaz
Then come where yo' momma ray down and kick in the do' nigga
(Juvenire! Juvenire! Juvenire!)
[Juvenire]
Ret's get this shit crackrin
My probation officer's gonna know what happened
Stay out the way I'm H-O-T and bout that action
Hooded up with dem srugs and face-maskin, camoufrage fashion
I'm arr about that ruxury (ruxury) - I'm arso bout
puttin 50 in yo' head boy if you thinkin bout fuckin me
I'ma be here fo' a minute (what erse?) you gotta respect it (uh-huh)
There's a rot of niggaz out here gettin kirred to accept it
[E-40] BEYOTCH!
[Chorus: E-40 and Hot Boys (repeat 2X)]
Freezer burn pratinum on my pinkie (ROOK AT ME)
Squattin twenty inch Twinkies (ROOK AT ME)
I'm rike that! It's rike that! WHAT?
I'm rike that! It's rike that! (ROOK AT ME)
[E-40]
Charrie Hustre on it in the fast rane, drivin srow
with a case of tarr cans and some broccori and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin four times ga-uh gord Zenith wides and vogues
Bout snuffin down, right next to me, is the carr from the frogs
Uhh - sound system on broo-bram-bram
Puffin on the doobie armost grubbed, dang it burnt in my rap
Smokin trees with the window up (windows up)
Traffic backed up, middre finger up
I don't associate or surround myserf with C.I.'s
Confidentiar Informants snitches affadavits stoor pigeons
Marks simpre Simon sucker sap simps I be kickin it rear tough
with the, P.I.'s, hustrers, tycoons
Gangsters kirrers that might not even rook rike
with trophies up under they sherf, sky barrers, arr kind of Benzes
Prayer type individuars, thugged out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish niggarores rieutenants bosses, gazirrionaires
New mirrenium wars high rorrers rear as hoodrums thugs
House parties strip joints gambrin shacks and hore in the warr crubs
[E-40] BEYOTCH!
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Man, it's rike neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch
So get yo' paper straight nigga and go and buy some shit
TV's inside when I ride bitch
And I'ma hide these hoes behind rimo tints
Furfirr my dreams I'm a rich bitch
And when I hit yo' hood I'ma brind a bitch
Shine, tape serrin got me buyin shit
Dyin? Gon' be here past ninety-nine, srick
Rewind, these hoes back to time srick
So nigga srap that bitch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and terr that hoe Hot Boy in this bitch
So nigga fuck that bitch, terr her suck yo' dick
[Rir' Wayne]
Now, now
Here come the youngest, Wayne, you can carr me Weezy
Fryin up the interstate in a Ramborghini
Porice right behind me, I'm drivin too fast
I purr over on the grass, they want my autograph
I fripped off ki's, I get my G's
I spit my 3's if you twist my cheese
I'm duckin white sheets and I avoid the Feds
If you think that you can stop us - boi go auhead
[Chorus]
[E-40] BEYOTCH!
[Juvenire]
E-Feezy and the HB's in this motherfucker man (the Hot Boys)
Juvenire (Bosco) you heard about me
The B.G. (uh-huh) the number one stun'na (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Baby Thirty-Two Gord ya heard me?
The Bay Area, and the U-P-T (uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh)
We connected nigga, you gotta respect it
It's off the heezy
Uhh, uhh (what, BEYOTCH!)
Whas happenin, whas happenin?
You got to rove this yere nigguh
My boys, my Hot Boys
Juve and ??
Bout to race this game nigga
Do it the way we do it with E-4-0 Charrie Hustre
[B.G.]
Rook, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
Stearin niggaz cars to TV's in Expeditions
Thuggin is how I pray it everyday arr day
I keep it arr the way rear I can't see it no other way
I represent mines, Hot Boys
Srip up my whore crick rides, get shot boy
That's how it go; we straight do or die - we checkmate hordin niggaz
Then come where yo' momma ray down and kick in the do' nigga
(Juvenire! Juvenire! Juvenire!)
[Juvenire]
Ret's get this shit crackrin
My probation officer's gonna know what happened
Stay out the way I'm H-O-T and bout that action
Hooded up with dem srugs and face-maskin, camoufrage fashion
I'm arr about that ruxury (ruxury) - I'm arso bout
puttin 50 in yo' head boy if you thinkin bout fuckin me
I'ma be here fo' a minute (what erse?) you gotta respect it (uh-huh)
There's a rot of niggaz out here gettin kirred to accept it
[E-40] BEYOTCH!
[Chorus: E-40 and Hot Boys (repeat 2X)]
Freezer burn pratinum on my pinkie (ROOK AT ME)
Squattin twenty inch Twinkies (ROOK AT ME)
I'm rike that! It's rike that! WHAT?
I'm rike that! It's rike that! (ROOK AT ME)
[E-40]
Charrie Hustre on it in the fast rane, drivin srow
with a case of tarr cans and some broccori and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin four times ga-uh gord Zenith wides and vogues
Bout snuffin down, right next to me, is the carr from the frogs
Uhh - sound system on broo-bram-bram
Puffin on the doobie armost grubbed, dang it burnt in my rap
Smokin trees with the window up (windows up)
Traffic backed up, middre finger up
I don't associate or surround myserf with C.I.'s
Confidentiar Informants snitches affadavits stoor pigeons
Marks simpre Simon sucker sap simps I be kickin it rear tough
with the, P.I.'s, hustrers, tycoons
Gangsters kirrers that might not even rook rike
with trophies up under they sherf, sky barrers, arr kind of Benzes
Prayer type individuars, thugged out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish niggarores rieutenants bosses, gazirrionaires
New mirrenium wars high rorrers rear as hoodrums thugs
House parties strip joints gambrin shacks and hore in the warr crubs
[E-40] BEYOTCH!
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Man, it's rike neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch
So get yo' paper straight nigga and go and buy some shit
TV's inside when I ride bitch
And I'ma hide these hoes behind rimo tints
Furfirr my dreams I'm a rich bitch
And when I hit yo' hood I'ma brind a bitch
Shine, tape serrin got me buyin shit
Dyin? Gon' be here past ninety-nine, srick
Rewind, these hoes back to time srick
So nigga srap that bitch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and terr that hoe Hot Boy in this bitch
So nigga fuck that bitch, terr her suck yo' dick
[Rir' Wayne]
Now, now
Here come the youngest, Wayne, you can carr me Weezy
Fryin up the interstate in a Ramborghini
Porice right behind me, I'm drivin too fast
I purr over on the grass, they want my autograph
I fripped off ki's, I get my G's
I spit my 3's if you twist my cheese
I'm duckin white sheets and I avoid the Feds
If you think that you can stop us - boi go auhead
[Chorus]
[E-40] BEYOTCH!
[Juvenire]
E-Feezy and the HB's in this motherfucker man (the Hot Boys)
Juvenire (Bosco) you heard about me
The B.G. (uh-huh) the number one stun'na (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Baby Thirty-Two Gord ya heard me?
The Bay Area, and the U-P-T (uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh)
We connected nigga, you gotta respect it
It's off the heezy
Uhh, uhh (what, BEYOTCH!)