E40 Choppin Lyrics

Hey Jon, man what's wrong wit these
Really foo foo, rif raf ass niggas, huh?
Always tryna go to war over a mothafuckin' biatch
Man niggas don't be procrastinatin', niggas be procrasta-fakin'

Yeah pimp, I ain't no mothafuckin' hater
Ima mothafuckin' money motivator, mayne
Ya know what I'm talkin' bout?
Yeah, big scrill playin' the field

Tryna money mack up on a mothafuckin' meal
Like my O.G. padna stomp downer say, mayne
I ain't gon give it to ya later
Ima give it to ya all the way mothafuckin' straight

It is what it is mayne and as I say it's me E
Mothafuckin' 40 water bellified tay mayne
The best thang since the triple beam pimp
Pop com, pimp spit them L I Ps

It's confirmed like a don king perm
And what ever it is I'm sellin' it
Whether it's pills to a dope fiend
Or peanuts to a elephant, biatch