Slummin' - E-40

Showing up, showing out, making my presence known

Rolling up, smoking out, in a perfect fucking zone

Fast laning and slumming, you can hear this hustler coming

'Round the block with hell knock, cutting up, stunting

Middle finger out the sun roof, buckled up, not loose

Ready to catch a fade, ready to put up my fucking dukes

Read to squeeze and make a neck, like this bottle of Grey Goose

I ain’t never cashed a check, just street nigga loot

Mannishness, foolery, rocking hella jewelry

Local superstar, you oughta see my car

Outta sight, up to par, came a long way hecka far

And I owe it to my triple beam and my pickle jar

There’s macking in my DNA, make a bitch pay what she weight

Everyday a holiday, born and raised up in the yay

A polished young brother, never been a sucker

A sharp hustler, flyer than a crop duster

We out here grittin 'bout gudda it’s like a holiday

Standing out on the steps where my mama stay

Walking right up to the car, let’s keep it coming

We out here slummin'

Trapping and checking my traps

Collecting and counting my racks

Steadily shooting craps, toting and packing gats

At the party double fisted, at the bar gettin' hella twisted

See that bitch right there?

That’s the homie bitch

But he don’t know I’m hitting it

Little gutter chick, can’t get enough of it

Strung out on my dick, she like to spit on it

Act classy but really a freak nasty

She like for me to nut on her cavity

It’s game involved, I’m a damn fool

I’m the nigga, a fixture, my nigga I’m the dude

I’ve never been a big tipper I can be hella rude

Only thing I tip is my liquor and my brew

Boss status, smoking cabbage, living lavish, extra mannish

Profit flipping, flipping profit

Louis sipping, hustle-holic