Rasta Funky Style - E-40

How would you describe your type of singing?

It doesn’t fit into any category that I’ve ever seen before

It’s not folk singing, it’s not rock n roll, it’s not progressive jazz,

it’s not swinging

What is it?

Rom pompom goes the whompers to the cranium

Bustin out churri drums in an uncontrollable outburst, hear me out now!

One time pull me over cause they see me come past d yard, slammin so hard!

Me ready now!

Rasta funky style (x7)

A rasta funky style

Rasta funky style (x7)

Me rasta funky style

Come right along, come right along, come right along wit me

Spitting up on d mic is Mr flamboyant E-40!

I likin when ma style is jaffing very sporty

Strugglin strife all my life to make a little bit a money

Give someone an inch and watch me take a 2

Can’t be nice to people, take advantage of you

Smile up in yo face and wanna get down with yo crew

I felt like I can see right through some people, no can do

People believin that the fat means greasy

Until they get locked up an get shagged into d booty

That’s when you start notice that the life is not a cartoon

This won’t happen to you, if you’re listenin to this tune

I’m labelled to most, one a d most dopest rappers in history

Inherited the gift of spit from the genes up in ma family

Pork chop I eat (yes), but liver I will not (nah)

When mommy’s cooking stew I put ma finger in d pot

She slaps me on the hand and say ‘young boy have you gone mad?

If you don’t like how I raised you then go live wit your dad'

I become quite upset, angry enough to war!

Start stompin all across the floor then I slammed ma room door!

An act of disobedience which is the wrong ingredients

All it takes is jus one tiniest form a insight from a genius

To put it in perspective, video jukebox you selected

Campaign around this town, with this beat and get elected

Hussler on the doe, hitting hard like ridd

Some of our raps are fast, some of our raps are slow

V town, California, where I born raised and grow

My favourite animated TV show, Tennessee Tuxedo

Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, me no smoke cocaine

Too hard on my brain, might drive me insane

Lyrical king, the lyrical king, E-40 the lyrical king (x2)

E-40 wanna slowin it up, tippin ma cup

To make a toast (boop, boop, boop) for 90 dos

Or what I say

Peace goes out to d CLICK drivin on me insane

With that premeditated game, a yea

Now pass d drink to d left and side text us

Now pass d 40 to d right and side drink us

Now pass d denk to d left and side denk us

Now pass d 40 to d left and slide drink us

Follow me now!

Put it in and get stupida, (a say a), drink it up until yo ocha

If the munchies didn’t go, write some riddles add some symbols

Make up symbols, can’t resist em

Now everybody sing da lingo

Why don’t you like drop d lyrics wit d greatest effies

How come you can’t spit the lyrics from the hillside posse

No good times could d one times make our country not free

I thought this was the land of the opportunity