It’s On lyrics

[Intro: Richie Rich & E-40]
Let's do this sh*t
Motherf*ckers want they pockets swell
Smebbin' now, dope train, sh*t, f*ck it
19...90 ughh...415
40 up in this b*tch

[Chorus: E-40 & Richie Rich]
Motherf*cker!
You can't even f*ck with me
Cause in a major motherf*ckerin' way
It's on!
It's like knick-knack, paddy-whack give a dog a bone

[Verse One: Richie Rich]
I got a flow so sick it runs a temperature of 101
On the daily, that's why it pays me
And over 3 billion served, yeah, I'm runnin this like Mickey D
So drive through
If I let you slide through
Could you funk wit'a n*gga wit' a resume
Rich'll never play
And every n*gga rappin can't come this way
So when I come bow down
100%, I represent the east side of the Oaktown
I throw a boss type of flossy flow
But can you catch it
Cause when it gets hectic
I'm well respected
And I'm that n*gga servin' tit for tat
Twamp for twamp
From the hills and the valleys into the deep swamps
I leave no stones untouched when I bust
It's strictly mental
As I load all your dope into my rental
And kick yo' ass to the curb
And when you get served
I let you know, Eastside's what I swerve
Now I'm comin' up cheap, beep after beep
Makin' mail off a known to fluke crew
[Chorus: E-40 & Richie Rich]
Motherf*cker!
You can't even f*ck with me
Cause in a major motherf*ckerin' way
It's on!
It's like knick-knack, paddy-whack give a dog a bone

[Verse Two: E-40]
I'm from the Old School, Yes indeed
I give my right arm for some good gold(?) weed
I went through a whole lot just to feed the tummy
And I refuse to lose the value money
My sh*t is real, blunts and phillies
Ain't nuttin' fake, like them silicone titties
I'd rather make, big bread instead
Regulate, get off in the b*tches head
Just like all you toe-up hoes
n*ggas wanna test my testicles
n*gga you my n*gga
If you don't get no damn bigga
n*ggas don't wanna see me when I'm off that damn liquor
Fo' scheezy, what's wrong wit' yo' pimpin', I gets busy
b*tches love when I'm limpin, 40 watch your roll
That's what they tell me back home, when I be gone, but it be on

[Chorus: E-40 & Richie Rich]
Motherf*cker!
You can't even f*ck with me
Cause in a major motherf*ckerin' way
It's on!
It's like knick-knack, paddy-whack give a dog a bone
You don't wanna see me
Cause in a major motherf*ckin way
Fool, it's on!
It's on
Knick-Knack, paddy-whack, give a dog a bone
[Verse Three: Richie Rich]
Jack of all trades, ballin' like Jordan
You punk, fake inside the paint
In fact I know you can't
Do half of the sh*t you was claimin' in the county
Suckas on yo' jock
You claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta you cracked in half
Claim you foldin' bank
But I know yo' bank stank
I lived around the corner
I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some moe
You ate a buck `o` four
You sold your TV for a (??) cause it was way too late
And when they sent you up state I heard you gained some weight
So youse a baller, lyin to them youngsters quick
Got 'em thinkin' you sick and representin' yo' click
But youse a old school thinkin too much hype
Yo' bicentenial bike(?) it got ugghh... rally stripes
If they knew yo' identity
You'd probably be the victim of a stickin'
You ain't got to lie to kick it

[Bridge: E-40]
I ain't no laggin'(?)
(E-40) That n*gga 40 and his cousin Richard Jackson
[Chorus: E-40 & Richie Rich]
Motherf*cker!
You can't even f*ck with me
Cause in a major motherf*ckerin' way
It's on!
It's like knick-knack, paddy-whack give a dog a bone

[Outro: E-40]
Motherf*cker!
Doo-Doo-Doo-Do
(E-40) Da-Da-Da (x2)
Motherf*cker!
Doo-Doo-Doo-Do
(E-40) Da-Da-Da (x1)
4-1-5-1-7-0-7 the bay area
BIAATTCH!!
There's a place in the bay
(E-40) Where the naked hooches play
(E-40) And a whole in the wall
(E-40) So we can see it all
Bia-Biaatch
Doo-Doo-Doo-Do
(E-40) Da-Da-Da