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[Verse 1: E-40] I woke up this morning, took a piss, then brushed my teeth Then I hopped my pimpin' ass in that water Threw on some designer and then I reached for my Patek Put that drip around my neck like a flea collar All I know is gouda and I stay with protection In case a sucka muthafucka get to flexin’ If them fools get in my business and they askin' me questions I ain't about to do no tellin’ or confessin' My grind is aggressive, it ain't no draggin' my feet It ain't no pumpin' my brakes, mayne, my family gotta eat I don't know everything, but I know enough I know it's sick out here and they’ll call your bluff A daily shooting liable to come outta nowhere In California they don’t play fair They'll do a walk-by in front of a daycare They’ll use a little baby as a human shield When it comes to gettin' they mans they don't care who get killed, ooh [Chorus: E-40] The streets is cold at night and full of zombies (Full of zombies) Runnin' from police, they was gettin’ on me (Gettin' on me) Gotta watch my back, gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies) Gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies) Watch 'em, biatch! [Verse 2: Scarface] You wanna wallow with the hogs or fly with the eagles? Slow it down and ride wit' ya people (Ride wit' ya people) He who moves fast is destined to fall victim To niggas who was plottin' to catch him slippin' Listen, it's a whole lotta wisdom being given for free By OG's that done lived this Hear this? The whole hood full of zombies Walkin' around this bitch tryna take something from me It's all about the money (Uh) As I sit back and reminisce on how it done me (Uh) One minute it's all good wit' ya potna (Wit' ya potna) The next minute we tryna figure out who shot ya (Who shot ya?) Been the homeboy since day one wit' it Used ride him in the Maybach tinted And that's different, wonder what happened This nigga played you, I woulda zapped him [Chorus: E-40] The streets is cold at night and full of zombies (Full of zombies) Runnin' from police, they was gettin' on me (Gettin' on me) Gotta watch my back, gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies) Gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies) Watch 'em, biatch! [Verse 3: E-40] It's a different ballgame I'll have you know Nowadays they don't care how many niggas you killed 20 years ago They'll body the body man for some dough Toe-tag the body man that bodied the body man's toe Surgical gloves, no fingerprints, no evidence Hyenas and baby cubs staking out your residence Ready to get 'em somethin' and turn 'em into skeletons Did they homework, got intel and intelligence It's murkish, it's spooky like a Steven Spielberg movie No unity in the community, just funerals, wakes, and eulogies Everybody sick, it's going around And blind people ain't the only one with a stick, it's goin' down Catastrophic conditions, disaster and destruction Makin' the wrong decisions and not reading the instructions'll Get you caught in a Catch 23, not Catch 22 Them 7-6-2's'll go right through you, biatch! [Chorus: E-40] The streets is cold at night and full of zombies (Full of zombies) Runnin' from police, they was gettin' on me (Gettin' on me) Gotta watch my back, gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies) Gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies) Watch 'em, biatch! [Outro: E-40] It's sick out here, mayne I just give it to 'em straight, not fake I don't trust none of these niggas I'm out here with the crabs in the buckets, walkin' snakes All these niggas do is infiltrate, phone pimp, and hate Jealous ass muthafuckas, two-faceded, backstabbin' ass niggas Lazy muthafuckas ain't got no morals and respect for their muthafuckin' mama You fuckers! I don't like none of you niggas Nigga, I could see right through you like Scotch Tape