My Hoodlums and My Thugz

[Repeat: x2] I pledge allegiance to the ghetto, uh I pledge allegiance to the game, uh I pledge allegiance to the money and the cars and the pussy and the bitches and the fame, uh (Biy-atch!) [Chorus] To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga) Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up [WC] Fuck talkin, I`m chalkin niggas, best ta get ta walkin It`s The Shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my nigga the Chickenhawk in on that `throw it up throw it up` dip, as I dips, skip with the Euro clip Hangin for chips on 100-spoke whips All I know is pussy, money and color bandanas and tryin to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel Sanders Play us by the trigger so I`ma live by the trigger And rivals, seven bitches for all my hoodlum and thug niggas [E-40] [unknown] regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang soprano Wild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin platinum, door and panel Never dustin up, never crackin under pressure Seems to me I do my time and I get out whenever, EARLY People say I smell like Glocks, what kind of car you got? I tell em "Brooklyn cotch" Johnnie Walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is what I drink a nigga up under the table While all you powder puff niggas take all my votes [Chorus] To all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga) Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up [Mack 10] Well it`s that old Inglewood gangbang, hustlin ass nigga That dope game, flossin ho, bustin ass nigga still grindin while rhymin now up to seven figures Low-down, duct tapin, 2-11 lick hitter Hoo Bangin` sendin birds outta town on the bus If ya in to sellin crack, nigga fuck with us I got cars and a mansion with wine in the cellar and a bitch on my team that`ll kill when I tell her [E-40] Back with ninjas so ya know I do this for Folsom and ?Susanville?, fo` sho` My niggas in Quentin and Vacaville, before I From Chino to Tracey to Hatchedby to Rikers Island Pelican Bay solid, dat Long Park and Terminal Island Keep on smilin, dialin and callin collect 'Cause you`re my focus, you know I`m accept A za-, a zap board, deuce amps Shoot dice with, to all my stamps (Bit-atch!) [Chorus] [WC] Could it be me, or was it this chronic or Bombay that got me puttin it down for all my hoodlums around the way Lex spares, money dippin, bullet-proof vests and sack warriors All my street niggas, east to the west to the souths, I can`t hearin ya [Mack 10] If it ain`t Charlie Hustle, it`s that nigga Mack Manson While the G homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancin and we stay Lexed up wit the parlay features Sportin beamed-up Chucks wit the flamed-up creases [E-40] I represent the flat lands, the alley ways, the moms and pops The Chinese, the AK, the fiend, the rocks The liquor store on every corner, the laundromat The quick-to-run-up-on-the-nigga, to peel my cap [Chorus] [E-40] A dollar bill y`all, a dollar bill y`all A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y`all A dollar bill y`all, a dollar bill y`all A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y`all A getcha scrill y`all, a dollar bill y`all A dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill y`all A dollar bill y`all, a dollar bill y`all A dollar, a dollar, a getcha scrill y`all (Biy-atch!) BEEYATCH!!!!!!!!!!