E-40 - Federal Lyrics

[E-40:]
Don't cha' know...

Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,
F*ckin' em' up like that therapy (don't cha' know)
F*ckin' em' up like that there beats, (don't cha' know)
Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,
F*ckin' em' up like that therapy
F*ckin' em' up like that beats (I'm just a hustler)

[Verse 1:]
I'm goin' federal, justice ain't no damn miracle
F*ckin' em' up like that, puttin' in work something terrible
So before you mention to step to me
You better get up on my history
I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-B-O-Y-A-N-T
Killin' motherf*ckers off crucial
Sittin' em' down mutual
Spittin' that ol' playa gangsta shit
Tryin' to maintain a strong grip
V-Town, California where I was born and raised in [?]
1979 I been a hustler on the go
Po-pos wanna harass
Me and my Keesh I needed cash
Rocks wasn't groovin' at the time
So the way we got our money was cuttin' grass
Leader not a follower, became a Hillside baller
Put together a group called the C-L-I-C-K
And I was the shot caller, I'm goin' federal

I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know
I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know

[B-Legit:]
Yeah... in 1992
Going federal is a thing or two
So E won't chu get up on this mic
And spit some of that ol' gangsta shit back at em' man, would ya?

[Verse 2: E-40]
I'm only lavish nickels, they only made like four of
Purple seeds at the box
Makin long expensive flights
I love playin' hully-gully
Cause I ain't nothin' nice on them dice
So before you gamble against the hustler then I advise you to think twice
Napoleon, macaroni, we serve hot-bellied pig
96-6 big screen television I bought for my kid
Livin' kind of comfortable
E-40 comin through with the real number
From blocks and blocks away you can here the boom, blam, bumble
Full tank of petro, up the metro, I'm ridin' federal
Hoes wanna get sexual cause they see me on a pedestal
Nibblin' on my jock, like my big ol' black tool is edible
Tellin' you man these heifers nowadays is incredible
Dishin' them one time scouts
Through the dark alleys, takin' other routes
Hoppin' over barb-wire fences, puddles, ditches, crickets
Mobbin' and squadin' and hoggin' and doggin' bitches, check it out
Takin' and shapin' and makin' a bunch of riches
Yeah man, you can call me federal

[B-Legit:]
Yeah man, these motherf*ckers be ridin' around here in these bootsy ass cars and what not man
Takin' these penitentiary chances
And they ain't even got they grin on
Ya ought a be like my boy 40 water, ya know he's Mr. Flamboyant
Going straight federal taking you to a high level on yo motherf*ckin' punk ass

[Verse 3: E-40]
I got boys from my team with the up-most respect for me
For-real lunatics that's willin' to kill for me
Way too much love in my organization, I can't afford to take no loss
MC's be sellin' them wolf tickets, but I be serious as f*ck boss
It's all part of the rap game and that's the way it should be goin'
E-40 tellin' em' like it is, shootin' the gift that I be flowin'
Might as well go on and admit it, it's who you know not how damn good you are
Everybody and they mama wanna rap fast but I'm the superstar
E-40 why don't you slow it up a lil' something they go the speed limit
Man I just be spittin' this so shit just to keep these suckers timid
Well what about them ones that don't be recognizin' ya game
Dude they must be stuck on something either that or hecka lame
Funny style [?] naw that ain't my forte'
I'm sellin' a bunch of units underground without no airplay
Folks be wantin' to hear this type of shit when they roll
Man I'll never sell my soul
Motherf*ckers you didn't know, I'm federal

[B-Legit:]
Uh, E, you still f*ckin' em up like that
It's been like three years in this motherf*cker

[E-40:]
Hell yeah, you know a hog like me had to put the peas in the pot
Let these motherf*ckers know what's goin' down in the rap game
You know what I'm sayin' (Yeah)
I'm a money-hungry motherf*cker, you know what I'm sayin'
All about my scratch, artillery, fire arms and gats and shit
Choo know

[B-Legit:]
Like that (that's right)
But there are still some folks out there
That try to put like bad names out for you and what not
What cha' gotta say to those type of people?

[E-40:]
Oh, you know what I'm sayin' I got some good shit for them
I just, you know what I'm sayin, I just get to spittin' that ol' shit for they ass
And then I'll just cut through with some lil shit like this here
Ya want me to drop that shit (Drop that shit) check it out

[E-40:]
You can't stop me mane
I'm takin' money to the bank
Didn't have to pull no licks
Cause I'm makin' hits
You can't stop me mane
I'm takin' money to the bank
Didn't have to pull no licks
Cause I'm makin' hits, ha

[E-40:]
40 Water, goin' federal (that's me)
Young Mugsy, he's goin' federal (that's right)
Suga-T, she's goin' federal (Suga-T)
Now D-Shot, he's goin' federal (D-Shot)
Little Bruch (Little Bruch) he's goin' federal (that's right)
Levitti, he's goin' federal
The Head Point (that's poindexter) he's goin' federal
Studio Time, he's goin' federal
Can't forget Legit, he's goin' federal
The whole damn Click, they goin' federal
Celly Cel, he's goin' federal (Hillside, Hillside)
Cavio, he's goin' federal
Def Daddy (Def Daddy) he's goin' federal (tap that ass)
Randolph (Randolph) he's goin' federal
Mr. Flamboyant, oh yeah that's right nigga
California livin' can't f*ck with me

Yeah motherf*cker, that's what's really goin' on
You know