Federal Lyrics by E-40

Federal Lyrics

    [E-40]
    Don't cha' know...
    Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
    Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,
    Fuckin' em' like that therapy, don't cha' know
    Fuckin' em' like that there beats, don't cha' know
    Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
    Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,
    Fuckin' em' like that therapy
    Fuckin' em' like that there beats, I'm just a hustler

    [Verse 1]
    I'm goin' federal, justice ain't no damn miracle
    Fuckin' em' up like that, puttin' in work something terrible
    So before you mention to step to me
    You better get up on my history
    I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-B-O-Y-A-N-T
    Killin' motherfuckers off crucial
    Sittin' em' down mutual
    Spittin' that ol' playa, gangsta shit
    Tryin' to maintain a strong grip
    V-Town, California where I was born and raised since
    1979 I been a hustler on the go
    Pop-pos wanna harass
    Me and my Keesh I needed cash
    Rocks wasn't groovin' at the time
    So way we got out money was cuttin' grass
    Leader not a follower, became a Hill-Side baller
    Put together a group called the C-L-I-C-K
    And I was the shot caller, I'm goin' federal

    [E-40]
    I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know
    I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know

    [B-Legit]
    Why don't cha' get up on this mic
    And spit some of that ol' gangsta shit back at em' man, would ya

    [Verse 2]
    I'm on the last nickels, they only made like four of
    Front-row seats at the fights
    Takin' long, expensive flights
    I love playin' hully-gully
    Cause I ain't nothin' nice on them dice
    So before you gamble against a hustler, I advise you to think twice
    Napoleon, macaroni, we serve hot-bellied pig
    96, 6 big screen television I bought for my kid
    Livin' kind of comfortable
    40 comin through with the real number
    From blocks and blocks away you can here the boom, blam, bumble
    Full tank of petro, up the metro, I'm like federal
    Hoes wanna get sexual cause they see me on a pedastal
    Nibblin' on my jock, like my big, ol' black tool is edible
    Tellin' you man these heifers now days is incredible
    Dishin' them one time scouts
    Through dark alleys, takin' other routes
    Hoppin' over barb-wire fences, ditches, puddles, crickets
    Mobbin' and squadin' hoggin' and guardin' bitches, check it out
    Takin' and shapin' and makin' a bunch of riches
    Yeah man, you can call me federal

    [B-Legit]
    Yeah man, these motherfucker be ridin' around here
    In these bootsy ass cars and what not man
    Takin' these penitentiary chances
    And they ain't even got they grin on
    Ya aughta be like my boy 40, while he Mr. Flamboyant

    [Verse 3]
    I got boys from my team with the up-most respect for me
    For-real lunatics that's willin' to kill for me
    Way too much love in my organization, I can't afford to take no loss
    MC's be seelin' them wolf tickets, but I be serious as fuck boss
    It's all part of the rap game and that's the way it should be goin'
    E-40 tellin' em' like it is, shootin' the gift that I be flowin'
    Might as well go on and admit it, it's who you know
    Not how damn good you are
    Everybody and their mama wanna rap fast but I'm the superstar
    E-40 why don't you slow it up a lil' something and go and speak on it
    Man I just be spittin' this shit to keep these suckers timid
    Well what about them ones that don't be recognizin' ya game
    Must be stuck on something either that or they're lame
    Funny style pop or rock, naw that ain't my forte`
    I'm sellin' a bunch of units underground without any airplay
    Folks be wantin' to hear this type of shit when they roll
    Man I'll never sell my soul
    Motherfuckers you didn't know, I'm federal

    [B-Legit]
    Uh, E, you still fuckin' em up like, E
    It's been like three years in this motherfucker

    [E-40]
    Hell yeah, you know a hog like me had to put the peas in the pod
    Let these motherfuckers know what's goin' down in the rap game
    You know what I'm sayin' (Yeah)
    I'm a money-hungry motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin'
    All about my scratch, artillery, fire arms and gats and shit

    [B-Legit]
    You know like that, that's right
    But you know it's still some folks out there
    That try to put bad names out there for you and what not
    What cha' gotta say about that, to those type of niggas

    [E-40]
    Oh, you know what I'm sayin' I got some good shit for them
    You know what I'm sayin
    I'll just get to spittin that ol' shit for they ass
    Then I'll just come through with some mo' shit like this here
    Ya want me to drop that shit (Drop that shit) check it out

    [E-40]
    You can't stop me man
    I'm takin' money to the bank
    Didn't have to pull no licks
    Cause I'm makin' hits
    You can't stop me man
    I'm takin' money to the bank
    Didn't have to pull no licks
    Cause I'm makin' hits, ha

    [E-40]
    40, I'm goin' federal
    Young Bucksy, he's goin' federal
    Suga-T, she's goin' federal
    Now D-Shot, he's goin' federal
    Little Booch, he's goin' federal
    Levitti, he's goin' federal
    The Head Point, he's goin' federal
    Studio Time, he's goin' federal
    Can't forget Legit, he's goin' federal
    The whole damn Click, is goin' federal
    Celly Cel, he's goin' federal
    Cavio, he's goin' federal
    Def Daddy, he's goin' federal
    Rap Dogg, he's goin' federal
    Mr. Flamboyant, oh right that's me
    California livin', can't fuck with me
    Yeah motherfucker, that's what's really goin' on

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