Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
E-40
E-40
Vocals
B-Legit
B-Legit
Vocals
Stresmatic
Stresmatic
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl T Stevens
Earl T Stevens
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Denten
Michael Denten
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
In the bay, the streets is polluted and sanitized
Why stay?
They'll turn your potato to French fries
AK?
Homicides, fuck around and get neutralized
Savage uncivilized
Get in your shit like some flies
Pull a bitch like a trailer without the hitch
She want my dick between both of her lips
She like my outfit, my status, my personality
Took her to the tele
Skeeted on her cavity
[Verse 2]
I put it on my nana
Clip game bananas
Chopper gotta pull the pistol
Got the bandana
Bieber got a scanner
Handling some hoes
Blowin' on exotics
She been playin' with her nose
We on tippy toes
Pose for the gram
She do it for the fam
Baby know the game plan
Hit before I scram
Put her in a jam
Supposed to have her back but I was inna going ham
[Verse 3]
Meet the dealers
All real ****, no squealers
Thirty on the bottom
Forty cal potato killers
We them guys
Not like them
We're realer
I'm in here with the vacuum sealer
Meet the dealers
All real ****, no squealers
Thirty on the bottom
Forty cal potato killers
We them guys
Not like them
We're realer
I'm in here with the vacuum sealer
[Verse 4]
Beanie cap, rolled up
Sitting on top of the head
Pistol fold up
Lil' **** about they bread
She gon' ho up
That's what his pimp partner said
We gon' blow up and buy a big ass crib
[Verse 5]
Saucy, they offer me bricks and broomsticks
Hits from the dab
You know how mad these fools get
Maps of the pad
Got your bitch in the pool with
Bosses and they topless playing around with pool sticks
[Verse 6]
About a day ago when I was headed to the store
To buy some backwood to smoke my turtle
I saw this buster that owe me a couple dollars or something
At first I was about to let the shit go
[Verse 7]
But no
This **** on go, he acting hella amp-y
Like I ain't the chef
You know I shrimp scampi
I put him in the mix
Shoot him in the stick
Don't ever fuck around with the family
[Verse 8]
Meet the dealers
All real ****, no squealers
Thirty on the bottom
Forty cal potato killers
We them guys
Not like them
We're realer
I'm in here with the vacuum sealer
Meet the dealers
All real ****, no squealers
Thirty on the bottom
Forty cal potato killers
We them guys
Not like them
We're realer
I'm in here with the vacuum sealer
[Verse 9]
I die hard
Drive cars with no OnStar
Spend the night with a porn star
She got her own bar
Keep my weed in the closed drawer
And roll 'em up
She got handlebars
[Verse 10]
Annually is four quarters and twelve months, listen here
There's eight thousand seven hunnid and sixty hours in a year
There's twenty eight grams in a zip of nasal candy, right?
A thousand gigabytes in a terabyte
[Verse 11]
Long nights in the summertime, still counting money
Hard time rain like a droplet when it's sunny
And you can ask Sonny 'cause he the bus driver
Clever like MacGyver with a stash box beside her
[Verse 12]
We're living in a world where the unexpected became expected
Real shit?
**** disrespect it
Seconds can mean the difference between life and death
Every day I wake up and open my eyes, I'm blessed
[Verse 13]
Meet the dealers
All real ****, no squealers
Thirty on the bottom
Forty cal potato killers
We them guys, not like them
We're realer
I'm in here with the vacuum sealer
Meet the dealers
All real ****, no squealers
Thirty on the bottom
Forty cal potato killers
We them guys, not like them
We're realer
I'm in here with the vacuum sealer
Meet the dealers
Written by: Earl T Stevens
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