Tell Me When to Go (Remix)

[Hook- E-40] Tell me when to go, tell me when to go Tell me when to go, tell me when to go Dumb, dumb, dumb, d-d-dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb, d-d-dumb [Verse 1 - E-40] This burgundy colored slushie got me feelin' like the man of steel Extreme Hyphy energy drink, spinning steering wheel Mardi Gras beads around my neck, invisible set Pull outs, diamonds in my mouth Rally stripes, hustle cars, vans and campers My dude got handlebars, get out your cameras Wet the tar down, break out the crates We on the soil ice skatin' doin Figure 8s King of slang, they call me E-Bonics I get stupid and dumb like Just Ice and Mantronix Hear me out The first mothafucka to even speak about a drought 40 a fool, I hear he growin' out his hair You swear? Yeah he's takin' it there This party music, get used to it The Hyphy movement [Hook] [Verse 2 - Kanye West] Ay, pimp it's Ye, pimp 40 told me they fuck with me in the Bay, pimp So I'mma ride down with the do's open Yeah that's the way to get the hoes open Yeah, high inch stilettos with the toes open And any haters get they nose broken Now tell me when to go, tell me where the hoes She told me they was cold now you act like you don't know Like "ummmm, ummmm", I'mma hit the liquor store I'mma be on the low, I'mma have my hoodie on If you call out my name then you know they gon' go Dumb, you fuckin' up my mode, man I told you only call me by my codename They already recognize me from my gold chain The same one I gave Keyshia Cole, man Now go dumb like Cole on Martin, I'm retarded [Hook] [Verse 3 - Ice Cube] Tell me when to go, niggas get silly Ice Cube on the mic, 5150 Nothin' but a fool, y'all know who with me A West Coast nigga name E-4 liquor We can drink malt liquor till the party get thicker Then I get sicker and go gorilla Rollin' through the Bay, doors open, man Freaks on the sidewalk, hopin', man That they can jump in, get a little somethin' Yell Geronimo, bitch cause I gotta go Burn rubber, leave it in the streets Leave it to them dope ass Lil Jon beats To make you go bezerk till it hurts Put in work, if you scared; go to church Shake them dreads, nigga fuck them feds I'm with E-4-O, tell me when to go [Verse 4 - Game] Yo, I get hyphy And base All-Stars, Adidas, Hurricanes, Timberlands and Nikes I'm so hyphy, snatch up wifeys Got half the niggas in the NBA tryna fight me I put down the ball, picked up the tech I'm nice around mics like Ron Artest Yeah, better for the West, 40 Water I'm on one Jesus had dreads, so fuck it I'mma grow some Then I'mma shake my shit After that have a bitch braid my shit then chop it off and fade my shit If L.A. is back, that mean the Bay is back And the top on the CLK is back I get dumb, dumb, with the windows tinted Cops pulled the Benz over ain't nobody in it Ghostride the whip, ghostride your shit And when I get writer's block I goes ride your bitch It go front, back then I pull it out Now gas, brake the car peelin' out First Master P, then Pac, then I came from the Bay Don't do it for me, nigga do it for Mac Dre [Hook]