From a small ass tadpole swimmin in a fallopian tube To a fixture on my soil, a stand up type a I was brought up in the crack dealin and pushin that stuff Arguing with my folkers cause we loved so much Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the real tuff Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Little Ray, Billy, and and them from the Magazine Street camp Posted up like thumbtacks, on faulty big backs Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time raps In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin
You you know, but you really don't have no idea Listen to of E40, real talk for real ago, way before I even had a career I got my nickname on the for drinking hecka beer And never letting the cats up in my hood pump fear Funkin with my own soil, listen Jealous we had all the broads and all the gear Up the I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spine Don't nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind Hot ones through the ghetto, funkin all the time I thank the for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme
A loaf of bread, a of butter and some milk the corner from the spot where all the dealers dealt Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my Tryin to get this music off the ground with high ass Took a time and patience, a little faith in God To make a story short, look at me now sahob I'm it chubby like the checker, chunky like the soup A de- a decade and a half and in the loop In case you suckers didn't know, I told you once I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too I paved the way for the independent The industry they mimick me, but don't wanna mine