(cal luvs intro)
Yo check it out.
Today were here wit basketball star rasheed wallace.
(yo what up kid? )
From the... what, what, what team is that you play for again?
(sshh. the bullets man.)
Yea right, right.
So tell me rasheed you know what Im sayin,
This hip-hop thang an everythang goin on,
Tell me, I mean, what, whats yo flavor?
(yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man,
The real shit. you know what Im sayin. redman, wu-tang,
You know what Im sayin. I dont fool wit the goodie mobs,
And I especially dont fool wit them e-40s.)

[e-40]
Nigga what the fuck they good fo? nigga lets shoot fins
You got all the bread nigga, put up yo benz
Nah-nah, cant do that - why not? ol skool trophy
Somethin I done worked too hard fo, nigga quote me
Yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins
Get ready to pay the price ? ? ? pee-wee no catchin
Who got change fo this brand new hundred?
Staight outta welfare
When I break you niggas Im a have enough money, to buy a bare fare
Spend about a half a hundred thousand
Boost up my coins
Preceed to spit mo supafly
Than donald goins
This game is so damn hemrigin
That I be delivin
These niggas dont understand my shit
But they surrendurin
Simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off
Lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough
Messy hoes, got my name between they teeth
Juss because... Im from the west not the east
Graduated from the dope game
Phat ass wallets
Whats that niggas name?
Rasheed wallace!!
You gon have to learn to respect yo elders mayne
Im twomp bait nigga aint no need for you to record hate
Mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you
Nigga!!
The click will biatch!

Chorus: big lurch & e-40

Record hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches!
(learn about it bitch!)
We should cease you from existance.
(thats right)
Niggas like that shouldnt be livin.
(mutha fucka!)
Ya record hatin bitches
(trademark.)
Theres no way you could get wit this
(stick to basketball nigga!)
We should cease you from existance
Niggas like that shouldnt be livin.
(biatch!)

[e-40]
Got another muthafucka on my shit list
Im a cut off his dick list
I mean my hit list
My rest in piss list
Dude that be hangin around nas
You know, gay baby
Nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called
After watchin new york undercover while I was, takin a shit
Kool keith was on the front cover thats when i
Thats when I spotted him
That nigga az tried to say that I dont deserve a platinum plaque
Nigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car
When you was runnin round drinkin simalac
All up in yo fake ass videos (ok)
Champagne an coffin full of skrill
Nigga know damn well yo punk ass aint got had no mills
Im payin full nigga an Ill have yo head where ever you at
Im straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya
That bring the yellow tape nigga, jungle full of asphalt
Dont make no sense to talk that talk
If a nigga aint gon walk that walk
Zip up yo lip befo yo lip zip you up
Biatch!
Biatch!
I gives a fuck! biatch!

Its major pain.
Nigga dont know a damn thang about me.
You mutha fuckas dont know nuttin bout no e-40 hoe!
Monkey mouthed biatch!
Biatch!

*(chorus)*

Record hatin bitches!
Suave game and snitches!
(learn about it bitch!)
We should cease you from existance.
(thats right)
Niggas like that shouldnt be livin.
(shouldnt be livin.)
Ya record hatin bitches!
(record hatin bitches!)
Theres no way you could get wit this
(uh.)
We should cease you from existance
(v-town bitch!)
Niggas like that shouldnt be livin.
(ery time)

[e-40]
When I first started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was blind
In 89 that ol mr. flamboyant shit was way ahead of his time
Had everyone an they great grandmas off that carlos rossi wine
Was in a major label an business that uh didnt want us to shine
It was me an my potna from suave house records
Tony draper, e-40, an the click
8-ball, an mjg gettin that independent paper
All about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shine
Beat a muthafucka uh-duh-down, ery time
40 get yo marbles man, get yo change
Take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
Thats what I was taught to do
By my big homie thou
You can always be a nigga,
But a nigga aint rich til he cant count his money no mo
Over night sensation, never me
All you record haters got ph.iv
My niggas 3x krazy laced me
Taught me how to say fa sheezy
Told me that them az muthafuckas dont believe phat means greasy
We can shoot it out, or we can fight
You an rasheeda wanna squash the funk?
Shoot me some peace bitch!

*(chorus)*

Record hatin bitches!
(record hatin bitches!)
Suave game and snitches!
(suave game and snitches!)
We should cease you from existance.
(thats rich.)
Niggas like that shouldnt be livin.
(suck-els!)
Ya record hatin bitches
(lil ol, biatch!)
Theres no way you could get wit this
(thats right.)
We should cease you from existance
(learn about it.)
Niggas like that shouldnt be livin.
(thats right.)