Poor Man's Hydraulics - E-40

Yokin' it up, tearin' it up

Wakin' 'em up, showin' my butt

Serving some weight, having my cake

Acting a ape, smoking my grapes

Lifted and splifted, whiskeyed and twisted

Me and my niggas get it and fit it

Makin' 'em mad, makin' 'em sad

Love to boast, love to brag

Slangin' them raps, selling these tracks

Up in ya broad, up in ya batch

My trunk is throbbing, my system knock

My amps is making my woofers pop

Fully refurbished, fully restored

70' Cutlass stick in the floor

Turfin' and crumpin', snapping and stepping

Trappin' and slumming, bangin' and reppin'

I punch the gas, I hit the brakes (x4)

The poor man’s hydraulics (x4)

Get it to the right, get it to the left

Make your tires bounce like a insufficient check

Make your car dance like a dance contest

Do some acrobatics till it lead to your arrest

Exciting, joyriding

High siding, big timing

Brand new shocks, rebuilt motor

What color paint is that?

— Chocolate Mocha

Chrome lips, chrome tips

Chrome everywhere, chrome on my hip

Reputable, intellectual

I’m trying to fit you in my schedule

Sticking and moving, reducing my prices

Adjusting my rates, bringin' new clients

Checking my traps, running my route

Collecting my snaps, peeling on out

I punch the gas, I hit the brakes (x4)

The poor man’s hydraulics (x4)

Get it off the ground (x8)

Look at me squat, look at me mash

Look at me yoke, look at me smash

Oh, me, I ain’t playin'

Oh, me, I’m my biggest fan

Me no cupcake, me no mark

Me no sucka, me got heart

Fresh outta impound, fresh outta tow

He so foolish, I concur

Roger that, aye, aye sir

Unusual slump, dinormous slap

He off a blunt, he on that yatch

Show casing, car racing

Ice skating, lane changing

Heads or tails, flipping a coin

Bill of sales everyday morn

I punch the gas, I hit the brakes (x4)

The poor man’s hydraulics (x4)

I punch the gas, I hit the brakes (x4)

The poor man’s hydraulics (x4)

Get it off the ground (x8)