E-40 I Be On My Sh*t song lyrics

Dat nigga so whack, why you fuckin wid a nigga like dat

Where you got dat nigga from, you need to take dat nigga back

She be in da club tryna fuck wid a nigga like me, yeah

Cause I be on ma shit, ain't never low key yeah

I be on ma shit, I be on ma-I be on ma shitI be on ma shit

I stay strapped, in case I gotta lay a bitch nigga flat

Jus cause I rap, don't think that I won't bust my gap

I'm a thug from d mud, an I'll play that sucka shit mad

Real niggz show me love, an bitches want my last name

I rather hang wid a broke real nigga than a fake rich nigga

Fools show dem true colours when they off dat liquor

I was raised in d trenches wit d grimeys an hittaz

Posted on the af wid a mouth full a spittaz

Talk bout the OGs neva let a hoe make us enemies

I'm solid as a oak tree, neva fallen off like loose leaves

(Focus on ma fetti yo)

Turned to d max, dabs a dat OG wax

Countin dese stacks, runnin game on a bitch like laps

I like to get fucked up, loaded an keyed off weed, mayne

D nigga bitch shows up, now she fuckin wit me now

If she knew better, she'll do better an get rid a dat square ass cubicle

He's featherweight, I'm a heavyweight, jewellry louder dan a musical

Ridin in summin foreign, she tired a him he borin

So I'm pullin up in dat Phantom, an ma ugly ass look handsome

Speakers throwin a tanrum, money like Richard Branson

Alcohol in ma hands (hands), cheers like Ted Danson

Congatulatin an celebratin, thanks for all d hatin

He asked too many questions mayne that nigga might be pagin