I'm Laced

[Verse 1: E-40] He really a gangsta but they thought he was square as a box of apple jacks He was getting his money from them but then he had a couple of setbacks But he's still a celebrity with bounce back skills and ability Raised by O.G.'s that been in a correctional facility The thing about this new generation, they hella quick to bust they guns Without thinking about the repercussions they relatives and loved ones I can look a fool in his pupils and just tell what he about By analyzing his hand-gestures and what come out his mouth That come from being from it, experienced and seasoned From hustling monday through friday, clubbing and going to church on weekends That's why I had-pick my friends, never know what they'd do Trust no human, just G-O-D and you I stay looking at my rear view I stay looking over my shoulder Never know who want me out here Never know who want me over I can tell tall timber from tiny brush I know the difference between a cabbage and the lettuce (bitch!) [Hook: Cousin Fik & E-40] Pull up a chair, and get you a taste Of the sun-caked game, no chase (Motherfucker, I'm laced) I ain't never been fake Everything I said about you I say it to your face (I'm laced) On eights, looking like skates I never been late, learned the game from the grace (Nigga, I'm laced) Stay in your place, and don't hate Cause fucking with me ain't safe (Unh!) [Verse 2: E-40] If you can't cook stay out the kitchen, if you can't swim get out the ocean Don't hop in the yola game if you're soft as Jergens Lotion Believe half of what you see, and none of what you hear Analyze that fool before you let him get in your ear Sleep with one eye open, and one eye closed In case the thirsty and dusty try to kick in your door Never tell a homey how you make love to your woman Cause he might be the same homey who wanna fuck your woman There's three sides to every story, there's mine's, your, and the truth Niggas loose they lives every day over a boot You can fuck around and get stamped, fucking around with a tramp Running around here loose without no structure in your camp What niggas need to do is stay up off them phones, (Right?) Bragging about the nigga you popped and killed last night Cause then the dark gon' come to light, the streets talk Next thing you know you body all lined in chalk on the sidewalk I'm laced [Hook] [Verse 3: E-40] I read The D-Boy Diary, The Hustler's Encyclopedia The Player's Pamphlet, The Hood Wikipedia The instructions and manual on how to handle certain situations When you're dealing with fake smiling faces And they say there's traitors and haters You can look out for the homey with flying colors But if you don't do it that one time, you a bitch motherfucker Ain't that fucked up, what part of the game is this Brother, throw me a bone, I'mma appreciate it I stick to the script, I'm a laced individual Keep a clip on my hip, and under my pillow Never leave your drink unattended when you're rounding up on a cutie Might be a setup broad, might slip you a goofy I'll be damned if I go out that way, feel me I make her take a sip, if she don't drink it that mean she guilty Can't be square as a pool table and twice as green Gotta stand for something or you gon' fall for anything [Hook]