Stack It To The Ceiling (Explicit) - E-40

Ever since I woke up this morning I've been on

Twist the cap up off my w**d jar and smoked a cone

Took a shower and got gone in the wind like Steve Wynn

I'm from the streets of California where we be hustling and grittin'

Gettin' that women mobbin' and mackin' droppin' and stackin'

Wheelin' and dealin' and makin' a killin' trying to hit a million

Perkin' and illin' and drinkin' and chillin' in front of the apartment building

Packin' and totin' and toast the lean oh what a feelin'

He's a fraudulent I'm immaculate

He a simp he a sap he irrelevant

I'm a boss I'm a factor I'm a hundred percent

I'm a hustler like Larry Flynt

Getting money's my habit I stay in the traffic

Papered up like a tablet my bankroll is massive

If I walked in a loser mayne I'm gonna walk out a winner

I ball like a hooper man papered up like a printer

I ain't wrapped too tight I'm touched I'm throwed

Mental health argue with my conscience cursin' out myself

My psychologist got a psychologist neurologist too

I'm one of one I'm not like you

Act like you know

Dippin' and bobbin' and weavin'

In and out of traffic from the morning to the evening

Trying to get my paper right my ni**a

Stack it to the ceiling

Act like you know

Dippin' and bobbin' and weavin'

In and out of traffic from the morning to the evening

Trying to get my paper right my ni**a

Stack it to the ceiling

Drinking and blowing on some good bud

Smokin' on a strain you never heard of

Exclusive sh*t I got it from my plugs

You drop my w**d on my rug

That's twenty pushups that's a party foul

You can do 'em later or do 'em now

I don't allow who

Aliens around me that's a no no

They'll try to sneak me and turn my brains into Adobo

Rarely see me solo if you do I'm not

Best believe 40 with his 45 glock

I'm ADHD need something to calm my nerves

You libel to find me at my kid's teacher's meeting smellin' like herb

I stay plastered but I'm all about my paper

Liquor aroma that's me in the elevator

More whips than Auto Trader that's what I got

Driveway looks like a car lot

My bite is stronger than my bark

Thought you thought heart

B**ch you full of sh*t like a dog park

Mark a** poodle square as a cubicle

Weirdo unusual

Why do Suckas be all in a real one's business

While these sideline niggas be always trying to count a hustler's chizznips

Flappin' their lizznips like some b**ches man they saps

Dudes be running their mouth like that we call 'em quack quacks

That's how a b**ch gets smack smacked

Shot in the naps clapped

Head put on flap fix a flat can't even bring 'em back b**ch

Act like you know

Dippin' and bobbin and weavin'

In and out of traffic from the morning to the evening

Trying to get my paper right my ni**a

Stack it to the ceiling

Act like you know

Dippin' and bobbin and weavin'

In and out of traffic from the morning to the evening

Trying to get my paper right my ni**a

Stack it to the ceiling

To the ceiling