Brownie Points (feat. A-1) - E-40, A-1

Yeah

Seven-oh-seven

Yeah.

Charlie Hustle

Playa, playa

What’s wrong with these old niggas man?

D-Day, what’s wrong with these niggas?

What’s wrong with these niggas?

This fuckin game.

tryin to get brownie points and stripes

Smack points (yeah) yeah

You got somethin for these old niggas doe

What we got fo' em big balla?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

BEOTCH!

What’s the subject?

Fo' brings niggas they Kotex

Where we reside I creeps my ass up inside

And smash these brownies off in his FACE

That I done shitted and pissed on, dude, HOW THAT TASTE

Catch him out his place, out of his area

With his nephew and his niece, ooh, the more the merrier

Nigga tried to fuck mines off (what'd he do?)

Tried to gauge the porch with my broads on Watoo

Dude you done broke fuckin code

I’m finst ta dump drop clip, dump-drop-clip reload

Be like I can motherfuckin explode

Talkin about I’ll be fuckin all kind of women

That’s B-R-P, Blade Run or Pimpin

Once upon a time there was this guy named Dane

Tried to fuck my bitch, but he Kris-Krossed game

I don’t owe this motherfucker in the first

But he done made livin in my house a whole lot worse

Tryin to gain some stripes

It’s nothin nice -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS

Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice

Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe

Snake eyes is crooked dice

It’s steaks and knives -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS

So-called best friend’ll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife

And try to, put yo' ass on ice

For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes

Niggas’ll take your life just to

You niggas got me stuck what?

Watchin y’all spit it and get it fucked up

Lucked up, my mobb niggas, yea we gon' bust what

If he isn’t never see mail, cause that we sell

Dope by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail

Motherfuckers grindin but we all ain’t played

And all ain’t paid, now watch em all get sprayed

Laid back and watch him misprint it, we been spit it

For you newcomers who thinkin you done it, I put my fist in it

Let yo' bitch get it, serve a D and watch a bitch split it

If I ain’t wit it, it wasn’t enough fuckin chips in it

Niggas try to gain stripe, I flame mic

Got em all caught up in the same shit, call it game tight

Keep my name hyped, strivin to get my name right

When it’s fucked up, I’m the one you can blame right

Hatin on my niggas when I did the shit

Yo we the shit, represent this hogg ass bitch

It’s nothin nice -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS

Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice

Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe

Snake eyes is crooked dice

It’s steaks and knives -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS

So-called best friend’ll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife

And try to, put yo' ass on ice

For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes

Niggas’ll take your life just to

Young Mack Jr. ain’t nothin but 14, Mack Jr. think he tough

Mack Jr. be havin problems with his stomach, throwin up that green stuff

Mack Jr. done tried everything (in the Bay) the whole taco

Mack Jr. be takin whiffles of that Khadafi and shovin it up his nostrils

Mack Jr. just got out the hall, Jr. I call your bluff

Jr. ain’t to be played, Jr. quick to bust

Mack Jr. be geekin, Mack Jr. be havin withdrawal

Mack Jr. be tweekin Mack Jr. be workin hella close with the law

I don’t KNOW this motherfucker, never saw the dude

But Mack Jr. all the time be seein my viznideos on the tizznelevision tube

Fool know not that he’ll blunder, I got yo' ass hypnotized, talkin about

«When you see that nigga E-40, Element of Surprise!»

One of my fellas overheard about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites

Told me to be careful cause niggas’ll take yo' life for braggin rights

That ain’t fair so stop that baby attitude why do niggas gotta cheat

Don’t them niggas know I got enough fetti to put they whole fuckin family to

sleep?

It’s nothin nice -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS

Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice

Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe

Snake eyes is crooked dice

It’s steaks and knives -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS

So-called best friend’ll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife

And try to, put yo' ass on ice

For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes

Niggas’ll take your life just to