I Got Dat Work

My folks on the block man they got dat work

Man they got dat work? (Don't it smell so sweet?)

[Chorus: Turf Talk - repeat 2X]

(I got dat work!) Yola, cavi, cream

Fuck the law, charge it to the triple beam

(I got dat work!) Young riders run the block

Bosses cook it up, chop it up and dish it out

[E-40]

Yo, what it is, what it was, what it ain't (ain't)

Pimp containers, let's put some paint where it ain't

Block boys, tycoons, big ballers (big ballers)

Young hustlers mayne, shot callers (shot callers)

Get off into this real shit (real shit)

There's a shortage on this real shit, I'm still here

And my heard don't pump Kool-Aid, my heart pump beer

Malt liquor, 211 Steel Reserve

Got'cha potnah hella perved, slidin through the turf like

What that is, family? What it look like?

How much you tryin to spend? What you hustlers need?

I got it all day pimp, weed hop speed

I ball like Spalding, I'm from the game

I keep my mouthpiece loaded ready to iron {?} tame

I'm so damn gone, I'm off the hanger, full of excitement

Run a credit check on ya, front you some candy on consignment

My designated riders got my back like a car seat

Got 24 inch tires on my GMC, EXT

Or should I say, ESV, extended sports utility

Black on black, SUV, fifteen inch screen TV

[Chorus]

[Turf Talk]

Self-reliant, benefits off drug-related environments

Crack pipes, needle fiends, appliances

Alcohol intake, overdose of the big quake

Overdose of that dopness make the bridge break

V-Town, central walk

Serve dope instrumental, me and my folks

Lil' homey on the handlebars

Mean mug hard like a thug on the yard

Throw my weight around mark, don't call it the boul'

I call it the bully-vard, THICK powder to snort

Turf talk won't smoke gotta dip the new cars

Materialistic, Jordans and gold watch (I got dat work!)

You want it you gotta buy dope from us

Swallow rocks through my belly that pass a rush

Throw it up, pack it in, I got dope to push

Tennis shoe pimpin back and forth to my {?} bush

[Chorus]

[E-40]

Oooh! My crimey's doin a dove on the yard (on the yard)

Know all the latest developments on the boulevard (on the boulevard)

Before he went down he gave out some credit stories

Sent his enforcers and skullcrushers to go collect it

But you know how this new generation is, man they ain't havin it

Ain't no more rules, it's dirty pool

Ain't no more dudes that can tell me I'm right or wrong

As far as I'm concerned, MOTHERFUCKER I'M GROWN

I got my Sidekick, I got my T-Mobile phone

I'm talkin hella shit (hella shit) shit to my broad, she at home

I'm like where you at? (Where you at?) She said I'm layin on the flo'

She said the El-roys there, they done kicked in my do'

For those that don't know, kinda slow, need to be creased

The Elroys, that's what we named the police

I got my d-boys, hood famous {?} suit us

The ghost clears, we right back at it again

Man I keep my parchment paper bail money out of incarceration

And my lawyer too case I need some legal, representation

I'm a warrior like you be listenin to, music you can relate to

Like E-40 and them and the Sic Wid'It crew

[Chorus]

I got dat work!

[E-40 - repeat 4X]

My folks on the block man they got dat work

Man they got dat work? (Don't it smell so sweet?)

I got dat work!