i’m straight lyrics – e-40

sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie
think he mixin some hash with some of that humboldt county gr*ss
with dis sleazy from union city, she wanted to freak me
when i was sticky but we did it anyway
look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler
up under my seat, why? robbers on my feet
uhh, cops elroy’s po-po’s wanna glock me
chops, elroy’s ran up in my car
i hope none of y’all ain’t in there crackin on the presedential
under my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin
and up in there singin a capella
cause that ain’t the way the game was designed
you ‘posed to see that if you blind
blastin, c*cked to the side, blowzin
comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp – walkin
i’ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice – sparklin
pullin out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and i be bossin

chorus: e-40

where all my hustlers at?
where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats?
where all my shooters? dude when you stay, pop collars
smoke tweed, twenty-fo’ hours
where all my ballers at?
where all my timahs, shot callers at?
where all my grimies? it’s heavy weight
give me the money, the p*ssy, the car and i’m straight

i pull up on the set – somebody died?
why all the long faces – playboy, it’s dry
dry as in dry? dry as in thirsty
cause we ain’t had no work since thursday
know you ain’t believe us but i got it, who want it?
by the way how y’all been survivin? shoot we been steppin on it!
uhh – cut out the middle
from here on out {*cough*} no more scribble
fast quota, f*ck a slow nig’
n*gg* my fetti’s just as long as ron jeremy’s d*ck!
eighty-one years olda, pimpin don’t trip!
who you be b*mpin? e-40 and the click!
uhh, i see the heads know me in the wind(?)
family where you been? the pen, get in!
get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the block
what you see two crackheads steppin over, what? a rock


gimme a, cadillac with a black man’s drank
a forty ounce, the ghetto champagne
the lap dance, thick-*ss (?) like to bounce
take off her clothes and get b*tt-naked, southern girl down south
a record deal so i ain’t gotta dope deal
a faithful botch, a home-cooked meal
take, i like a (?) estate
with them long-*ss fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate

chorus 2x

/ e 40 lyrics