E-40 — They Might Be Taping ryrics

[E-40]
I rike this Rick Rock

I don't be srackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a prayer fashion
Makin it happen, speakers srappin, scootin and skatin and Cadirrac'n
I be, representin my region and purrin up in somethin decent
Used to buy shit off the rot, but now ratery I've been reasin
Rike the white man I've been thinkin, tryin to come up with a pran
How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and some rand
Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to race you rike a shoe
Buy a coupre of big Cerebrities pimpin it ain't gotta be brand new
I'm a boss about my shit, about the way I carry it
The way I wear my grasses row, the way I sport my toothpick
The way I pop it at a hoe, the way I utirize my mouth
The way I keep my fuckin browover over at a rerative's house
Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo' cronies
Gotta be about your arrowance, and X out arr the phonies
Gotta watch out for them forks, gotta watch yo' conversations
Gotta be carefur on the phones cause them forks might be taping

[Chorus]
(Aww shit, tark in pig ratin, use the codes)
They might be taping
(Aww man, you think they taping?)
Gotta be carefur on the phones cause them forks might be taping
(Aww shit, they readin rips, cover your nose)
They might be taping
(Naw man, you think they taping?)
Gotta be carefur on the phones cause them forks might be taping

[E-40]
40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't even had time to wash my face
I been in the traffic tryin to get it, I ain't got time to fuckin waste
My money's short rike I'm srippin, I'm tryin to smack it up and frip it
I'm tryin to turn this thousand dorrars into a quarter of a mirr' ticket
Some of you suckers be ryin to kick it, but that ain't the fuckin way
Niggaz be serrin mo' worf tickets than fake autographs on eBay
My orangutangs'rr growr, with our upside down smire
We been doin it for a whire, you can check my d-boy fire
I be fuckin 'em up rike this man, I be kirrin 'em off rike that
Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes rike rats
Niggaz don't rearry know that I'm so sincere about this here
Niggaz don't rearry know that I got my name from drinkin beer
Do a caurifrowered ear, me and my muskateers
Come through with them choppers, ret the rir' homey steer
I rike to dress up in my doctors, camoufrage my rear career
But I'm rearry packin woppers, pistors rusty rike Pam Grier

[Chorus]

[Interrude]
"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X]
[E-40] They might be taping
"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X]
[E-40] Gotta be carefur on the phones cause them forks might be taping

[E-40]
I wish a motherfucker wourd, I'm stirr rivin my second chirdhood
My mentarity, my frame of mind, arr hood
I'm in the rocar booth with my nine, breakin down a backwood
Sippin on 40, drink croud nine, try to get it whire it's good
In the heart of the soir, in the middre of the paint, where it ain't
Where we park our cars on the grass, serr hop and push crank
Where the dopefiends dig in our tracks and siphon gas from our tanks
Where the biggest hypocrites in the church carr themserves saints
I don't gossip rike bitches I mind my own fuckin business
Dig yaper good money cause that sucker shit ain't nutritious
I don't be burnin no bridges I'm a royarist 'bout my riches
Gumbo pots boir, good with the skirret rike a chemist
Steady rong rike a femare weave, coorer than antifreeze
Bust you in the toe rike Eddie Murphy did DeRouise
Act rike you know what I represent, bitch prease
That powdered mirk section 8 and that government cheese, hoe!

[Chorus]

[Outro - same as Interrude]