Letra Loyalty & Betrayal de E-40 original

e-40>
You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo?
(aight) lets go
Uhh, a little more volume pimp yeah, okay
Just tell me when.. yeah
Its mobbin - this shit sinister
Straight sinister mob
Rick rock you did this? (yeah!)

verse one>
I dont spit metaphors (metaphors) I spit l-r-ps
On these dark murky bloody streets of vallejo, where I get my cheese
Never mind the trauma playa, you dont wanna be wearin a helmet
Im not divin back in the cocoa plant game mr. johnny law Im celibate
Rebellion, slightly throwed off, but hella smart (smart)
Got the mouthpiece of a pimp (and what? )
And a perm like reverand sharp (sharp)
Now tell me if Im wrong (wrong)
If I open up my, own barbershop, and get me a small business loan
Gotta lay it down for a minute (whatcha gon do? ) do what you do
If you in the jail, dont let the jail get in you
And the c-h-ps think they slick, trick
They got a new device out there for high-speedin called the spice drips
See potnah dude right there (uh-huh) he talk more shit than my batch
But hes a coward (coward) and plus a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch
Hes a wussy (wussy) if I didnt know better, seriously
Pimpin, youd think he got a pussy (got a pussy)

chorus: e-40>
Some gon, betray you, and some gon, be loyal
Some gon, betray you, and some gon, be loyal
Some gon, betray you, and some gon, be loyal
Some gon, betray you, and some gon, be loyal

verse two>
Oooh, he was listenin to my tape (to my tape)
He was on his way home last night
Out of bounds and they got him at the plate (at the plate)
Soon as he put his foot on the porch, they to his ass up
(what he had comin? ) he had it comin (oh boy)
Now keep in mind (mind)
This nigga done been shot (how many times? ) fo or five times
This nigga done been shot, three times befo this time
(for what? ) for lyin, and havin numerous conversations with the law
(for what? ) for spyin and havin diarrhea of the jaw (of the jaw)
I dont get along with undercover
Like republican and democrat, we dont cut for each other
I think its hella wrong when us brothers
Rat each other out, and roll on one another
Oooh, dis rap is just like the coke game
(illegal dope, but its cutthroat)
Dis coke game is just like the rap game
(with saditty, plastic ass folk)

chorus>

verse three>
Oooh, like a tittie I used to buy my gal the songs
To send my breezy up in albertsons
Just to make grocery just to play it off
Why (why? ) because.. I figure if I did it itll be too obvious
But whaddayou mean too obvious? sheist
Arm & hammer baking soda in gumbo pots white napkin wipin
Oh I see - that makes a lot of sense
Pimpin you kinda smart huh? aint never had to hit a fence
You got boys? (boys? ) do i, strength
What did you start off with? a sixteenth, a pinch
You sittin fat (fat) I know that for a fact
Dont let these glasses fool, see I just look like that
Be the first one to pop a cap, first one to put one through ya
Dont think just cause I rap, that I wont take it to ya
I dont think you squares understand
You aint fuckin wit a boy (who you fuckin wit? )
You fuckin wit a man

chorus>

e-40>
Thats big spittin, oh boy, fo sho
Motherfuckers aint stickin to the script no mo
(nah they aint stickin to the script)
You know thats why when you find a real cat
(what you supposed to do? ) find a real tycoon on your team?
(uh-huh) you gon cherish that pimpin-ass nigga mayn yknow?
(fo sho) cause they hard to come by mayn, just like a bitch mayn
Just like bitches are hard to come by, the good ones?
Niggaz is hard to come by; real niggaz yknow?
That aint on no gay shit, thats on some real shit, dig that
Oh boy! uhh.. (not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin)
(yeah we fly straight around this motherfucker)
(we pimps in this bitch, we stay spittin these l-r-ps, oh boy!)
(dig that, thats why we mobb like this, dig this nigga, beotch!!)