E-40 Lyrics

Album: Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire

Rules & Regulations Lyrics

[E-40]

 My killers don't take out dopefiends, my killers take out factors

 My killers ain't even from out here dude

 My killers some out-of-town freelancers

 Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt

 Broccolis up under they belt

 A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt

 "Forty, there go that nigga 

 that sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set"

 You mean that soap for that synthetic dope

 that ripped me, that shit that was wet kid?

 Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin

 Within the next few days, potnah came up missin

 See a lot of these niggaz bitch up

 and crack under pressure when it's time they facin

 Get to bumpin they gums, rollin over

 breakin the rules and regulations

 Wild nigga not stickin to the script

 and get the jacket put on yo' ass for life

 What jacket? Batch, this jacket:

 That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice

 That's why we can't be talkin and bein all careless on these phones

 I know technology now 

 allows po'-po' to look inside walls and see inside homes

 I know all I was tryin to do 

 is buy my little daughter a brand new pair of Jordans

 That's important, but you gotta remember

 to stay one step ahead of the law enforcement

 Be short with all of yo' shit

 Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy

 Talkin pig-latin keep you employed

 Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies

 Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your brain

 Auction off yo' assets nigga, sell yo' trophies, sell yo' Mustang

 You know what that bring? Ching ching

 Playa potnah motherfucker dude that's some mail

 Convertible top, black on black interior exterior

 He gon' be worth about twelve

 Talkin about you was savin it for your little nephew to scatter

 Nigga don't you know anything over 20 years old is a classic?

 

 Regulation #1: keep yo' business to yo' lonesome

 Regulation #2: make sure the product you carry is wholesome

 Regulation #3: make yo' cheese, never eat it

 Regulation #4: never put yo' trust in a hoe

 (The rules and regulations)

 

 Chorus: E-40 (repeat 4X)

 

 These are the things you need to know (The rules and regulations)

 

 [E-40]

 Uhh, you're 'posed to, you're 'posed to

 play that damn game like it's supposed to be plinayed

 Always keep a bucket full of battery acid

 to throw yo' dope in just in case they raid

 That way they can't prosecute your residence

 cause you done been already got rid of all the evidence

 Tryin to get a BUCK -- a BUCK?

 A soup pot, a blender and a measurin cup

 In my section eight appartment COMPLEX

 Messy MATTRESS, and dirty CARPETS

 "Nephew, did you get my message?"

 Yeah I got yo' message; you told me to clean up behind myself 

 and scrape the residue up off the edges

 "What else?" Always look over my headrest and my rearview zone

 cause triflin be skanless and the skanless might try to follow me home

 Never tell a motherfucker what time you gon' cop or come back through

 Throw they ass off a bit - come back within the next day or two

 I don't need no cowards, just warriors on my team

 I don't sell coke no more dude, I sell mescaline

 

 Regulation #5: when it's a drop nigga park yo' feet

 Regulation #6: fuck 12 and a box (?) (?) street

 Regulation #7: don't take yo' business to where you livin

 Regulation #8: keep yo' heat but fly straight

 (The rules and regulations)

 

 Chorus

 

 [E-40]

 BLAOW, pushin numbers on the dial-tone

 Took a swig of my 40 but I forgot I had the cap still on

 Look to my left and ask, honey for a light

 She looked at me and said, baby you alright?

 I said I'm cool, but ain't this shit supposed to relax us?

 Fired up a Newport, but I accidentally lit it backwards

 For some strange reason I had a feelin 

 that that hood-hoe bitch was sneaky

 Come to find out this bitch done laced my weed and slipped me a mickey

 Now I'm feelin sweaty..

 Eyelids gettin heavy..

 Stomach feelin queasy.. {*YAWWWWN*}

 All of a sudden, now I'm slee-py

 Woke up naked, slowly regainin my memory

 Well where did they find you? Around the corner from Applebee

 Over there by Costco, right there off the freeway

 Admiral Callahan Lane, yeah! Right next door to Safeway

 Stripped me clean, got me for some G's

 Set me up, stole my car keys

 Guess that's the consequences when you sellin that D

 Shit, next time I bet I take my drink to the bathroom with me

 

 Regulation #9: check in those that get out of line

 Regulation #10: don't sell yo' soul if you hit the pen

 Regulation #11: keep yo' hooptie hot and revvin

 Regulation #12: keep enough to pay your lawyer mail

 (The rules and regulations)

 

 Chorus