Waitin' on a Play - E-40, Nicamari

Waiting on a play, I need some motion

Shorty super wet, she like an ocean

Glance out the window when I’m coasting

Get respect from Dubai to Oakland

See I’m about my paper, real hustler

Never worry about a hater or a busta

I play the game how it’s made to be played

I ring bells from the Bay to the U. K

Waitin' on a play, I need some motion

Got the joog on the pills and I ain’t talking Motrin

Tough skin like an alligator

Fuck a hater, doing numbers on my calculator

Smoking leprechaun flowers

Getting higher than a cell tower

Pushing a hard line

Bosses drink wine

Wrist on froze when it’s sunny

Whole team seeing money

Always keep it solid, never acting funny

Give it to you if I got it, you my homie

Raised on the tarmac

Predominately Black habitat

Might wanna pack a gat

Fuck around and get your shit pushed back

I’m all about my paper, real hustler

Single parent, mama didn’t raise a sucka

Bank now but it used be small

Broken towel racks and toilet tissue holders hanging off the wall

A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and some milk

Concrete the way me and brother and them was built

Eager and ambitious, hoe

For real street niggas though (UH!)

Ave animal

If it ain’t about money, it ain’t tangible

If you ain’t talking dollars, you can’t holla

I don’t owe a fucka shit, I’m not your father

I started with a half a zip

Worked my way up to a whole kick

A kick mean a brick, a brick mean a block

Throw it in the pot