Fired Up - E-40, Cousin Fik

The streets is my financial advisor

When I see other people havin' their money, I get inspired

I’m far from a hater, that’s what I’m not

I’m a congratulator, tell ‘em ‘I see you' and give ‘em props

From my savings in my socks on the block and flea-flickin' rocks

Getting beat up by cops to buying mansions on mountaintops

No more going to the station getting fingerprinted

The only time I get fingerprinted now is when I close escrow

Still with the activation, still with the mannishness, blowin' cannabis

Strains of that cookie blue fertilized in that bat boo-boo

That there guano or maybe them chicken droppings

Girl Scout cookie and gorilla glue crossing

Some can’t comprehend what I’m saying ‘cause they way out of touch

And they square as a box of Fruity Pebbles and Cocoa Puffs

Out the loop like a hula hoop, get they game from the ‘net

I get my game from the soil, the turf, the trenches, the set

Tool on me in the club, yeah, I’m plyered up

Talk shit, get hit, jaw wired up

Roll another ‘wood up, I ain’t high enough

Where the bottles at?

We here tryna fire up

(We finna get this muthafucka fired up)

Fired up, fired up, fired up

(We finna get this muthafucka fired up)

Fired up, fired up, fired up

(We finna get this muthafucka fired up)

UH!

Verse two

I’mma make it do what it do

My nigga, I don’t know about you

But I’m about my business like a Jew

My diamonds be flexin' and pokin' out like a titty nipple

The way I be dressin' is kinda fly for a bigger niggro

Too blessed to be stressin', I reckon, life is a bitch

Plead the fifth, no confessin' and I’m too thorough to snitch

Watchin' Trapflix, rollin' a spliff in the afternoon

On the couch in the living room with my lady on Blue Lagoon

I stay timin', I’m a tycoon, like my vodka coming out soon

I ain’t lying, I never do, I’m a factor, you could be too

BIATCH!

Financials used to be ugly but now they gorgeous and lovely

When my paper was injured it made a speedy recovery

They say I’m short-tempered, I’ll shoot you right in your artery

I’m begging you, asking you not to try me or bother me

Earth is my turf and my soil, gravel or property

And these suckas and haters is hella bad for the economy

I go bad on these batches and I don’t do no apology

Razor-sharp like a cactus and I believe in astrology

Loyalty, not dishonesty, THC, I blow broccoli

I’m a fixture in the game, I’m tryin' to build a monopoly

I want the money, fuck the fame, so break me off somethin' properly

And you can find me getting high and drinking brew on the balcony

BIATCH!

Fired up

Fired up