Artist: E-40 Album: Revenue Retrievin' - Graveyard Shift Song: Takin 'Em Back Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch Microphone check 1-2, 1-2 Testin, testin 40 Water in this bitch, mayne 40 in this thang, brah Look Hey That nigga got it crackin This nigga got it goin on He a fool Biatch Funky fresh for the two-thou-wow-eleven shot, bitch Maaan... I shoulda been a p, got the wordplay of a pimp Talk a monkey off a banana tree, but I guess that it was meant To peddle d and push broccoli, lobster and shrimp Go on a spendin spree, give a fuck how much I spend Players don't keep score, players keep a hoe When she bring me back my chow, I tell her next time bring mo' 8 tonight, a dinner with bosses All concrete, all solide, no cross artists Hear ye hear ye, come one come all 40 Water got some real talk for y'all The big homie got a horn, he behind them walls I'm 'bout to plug him in and put him on this conference call He said (Real niggas unite, fuck the lame We gon' weed these suckers out and pour 'em through a strain Mash on these marks and flood the ave's Lower our rates and make hella cash) Okay (Tho-tho-tho-tho) Mayne, this bassline is stubby (Tho-tho-tho-tho) This the shit like Huggies (Tho-tho-tho-tho) This thang dumb-ass slap (Tho-tho-tho-tho) Man, 40 takin 'em back It's that shit that I miss (40 takin 'em back) This what I grew up with (40 takin 'em back) It make me feel like I used to (He takin 'em back) Way back in 1992 (Mayne, 40's takin 'em back) I'ma drink to this, mayne (He takin 'em back) I'ma smoke to this, mayne (He takin 'em back) I'ma get high tonight (Mayne, 40 takin 'em back) Get so drunk I wanna fight (40 takin 'em back) West-West, California, killers and thugs Where niggas get cooked in front of the clubs Where fiends take drugs to get off drugs Where the fuzz wear wires and plant bugs Where the traumers drift and smoke pipe Where they crawl on the rug lookin' for white Where you can get your dick sucked in the broad daylight And get your crown cracked just like a headlight In Northern Cali we playin the game of life, truth or dare Where a perfect day can easily become a perfect nightmare Mr. Officer, I'm sober I ain't been drinkin, I ain't perkin You can use the breathilizer, mayne, I'm cleaner than detergent I'm old school like 'with the quickness' Not a internet thug but I'm with the Siccness Don't nobody wanna take the stairs, everybody wanna take the escalator Don't nobody wanna work for theirs, everybody stay lookin for a favor Dawn to dusk, Hustlers R Us, penitentiary chances, tasers and handcuffs Grind, push, get your money, sidehop Whether you're still on the block or got a regular job It's that shit that I miss (40 takin 'em back) This what I grew up with (40 takin 'em back) It make me feel like I used to (He takin 'em back) Way back in 1992 (Mayne, 40's takin 'em back) I'ma drink to this, mayne (He takin 'em back) I'ma smoke to this, mayne (He takin 'em back) I'ma get high tonight (Mayne, 40 takin 'em back) Get so drunk I wanna fight (40 takin 'em back) Biatch