Let Yourself Go - E-40, Mac Dre

All I need is my family and dividends

Stick with what I got, don’t need no new friends

Because the truth of the matter, now that I think about it

People that I thought was solid turned out to be salad

Tipsy while I’m servin', smokin' urban

Sippin' Kuiper Belt, that’s E-40's new bourbon

I’m whiskied, I’m burnt, and I don’t care

Everybody on the soil know I ain’t all the way there

I like to hear myself talk, no shuttin' up

Triple fit the triple shots in my cup

Ready to squabble and knuckle up

Prepare for altercations when confrontations 'bout to erupt

Anybody can get it, ain’t nothin' changed

All it take is some little itty-bitty chump change

It’s triflin', it’s scandalous, shit can get sour

At 4 a.m. in the morning, the murder hours

Go, run (Run)

Go, run (Run)

Go, run (Run)

Go, run (Run)

Do the crime, do the time like I never left

Back me up in the corner, never confess

I like to drink like the midget from Game of Thrones

Gamble for push-ups when I slap bones

Wrist full of VVS’s, them certified stones

Never know who been listening when you talkin' on them phones

Gotta stay polished and crispy and buttoned-up

Keep a 1911 Kimber Michael nine on the tuck

Gotta watch your whereabouts, be on the hush

They’ll sneak you, they’ll dirt you, shoot up your truck

Laptop thieves, grab-and-go theft

Church burnings and vandalism

It come with the package, it’s not an option

Sucker shit is in the air like a toxin

I’m havin' chalupa, gettin' my gouda

You don’t want smoke, you not a hookah

Go, run (Run)

Go, run (Run)

Go, run (Run)

Go, run (Run)

(Droop-E on the beat)