Automatic Lyrics - E-40

Automatic, systematic, do what you do playa 

Just keep that money on ya mind 

In the traffic, Baller status, do what you do playa 

Just keep on hustlin' on the grind 

Do the portable scale, stackin' my mil 

Avoidin' the law, stayin' out of jail 

Possession of sales, pocket all sales 

Conspiracy charges, hate betrayals 

Payin' the rent 

'Cause I don't write nothin' down 

I keep it all in my head, intelligent 

About my business, memory like an elephant 

Chasin' the dream, suit up for cream 

Special represented tactics team 

They out for teams and infrared beams 

Pointed at domes, and backs, and spleens 

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Fire hydrants, ambulance sirens 

Suspended license, police indictments 

Righteously what it all boils down to 

Is basically who's the wisest 

Ooh, my heart made of granite 

Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it 

I didn't come in here empty handed 

I came in here on business and y'all gone retrospect it dammit 

Been out the game, did that mane 

Vallejeo I claim, made the name 

Feel my pain, ghetto fame 

Magazine street hustla mane 

Messin' around in the fast lane 

Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs 

Novas, Granadas, and Falcons 

Project livin' and public housin' 

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Automatic, systematic, do what you do playa 

Just keep that money on ya mind 

(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, uh) 

In the traffic, baller status, do what you do playa 

Just keep on hustlin' on the grind 

Ladies and gentlemen, it's ghetto F A Beezy, F A Sheezy 

Bustas hate me 'cause I f'ed they breezies 

Playboy, these techs spray easy 

Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy 

I get money on the grind 

So if you got ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind 

Ya honey gone be mine 

'Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly 

The kids look sunny on the shine 

I'm gettin' ticked off again 

Y'all must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in 

The click often been, blowin' sticky 

That come in the same jars that they stick coffee in 

And I got chicks offerin' 

But I play hard to get, unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again 

You lookin' at the way the coast to coast G do it 

From the Brooklyn to the Bay, bring the hook in by the way, oh 

Automatic, systematic, do what you do playa 

Just keep that money on ya mind 

In the traffic, baller status, do what you do playa 

Just keep on hustlin' on the grind 

To all you playas out there hustlin' 

And all my thugs that be thuggin' 

To all you playas out there hustlin' 

And all my thugs that be thuggin' 

It don't matter if you locin' or bleedin' 

Whether it's backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in 

You slow pokin' or speedin' 

All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or succeedin' 

I'm gettin' used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin' 

Stayin' focused while feedin', so I don't choke what I'm eatin' 

I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in 

To sit with white folks in a meetin', please believe it 

I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang Cain 

Respected on the streets before the fame 

Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game 

Paid my dues, obeyed the rules 

Stuck to the script, me and the click 

All a my fellows and all a my dawgs 

Ridin' the mustard and mayonnaise on vogues 

Feelin' em up, sittin' 'em down 

Bossin' and flossin' all over the town 

Hardest state Benzes ya ever heard 

In ya life man, write that down 

Automatic, systematic, do what you do playa 

Just keep that money on ya mind 

In the traffic, baller status, do what you do playa 

Just keep on hustlin' on the grind 

To all you playas out there hustlin' 

And all my thugs that be thuggin' 

To all you playas out there hustlin' 

And all my thugs that be thuggin'