They Might Be Taping Lyrics - My Ghetto Report Card - E-40

[E-40] 

I like this Rick Rock 

I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a player fashion 

Makin it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n 

I be, representin my region and pullin up in somethin decent 

Used to buy shit off the lot, but now lately I've been leasin 

Like the white man I've been thinkin, tryin to come up with a plan 

How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and some land 

Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a shoe 

Buy a couple of big Celebrities pimpin it ain't gotta be brand new 

I'm a boss about my shit, about the way I carry it 

The way I wear my glasses low, the way I sport my toothpick 

The way I pop it at a hoe, the way I utilize my mouth 

The way I keep my fuckin blowover over at a relative's house 

Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo' cronies 

Gotta be about your allowance, and X out all the phonies 

Gotta watch out for them folks, gotta watch yo' conversations 

Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping 

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[Chorus] 

(Aww shit, talk in pig latin, use the codes) 

They might be taping 

(Aww man, you think they taping?) 

Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping 

(Aww shit, they readin lips, cover your nose) 

They might be taping 

(Naw man, you think they taping?) 

Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping 

[E-40] 

40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't even had time to wash my face 

I been in the traffic tryin to get it, I ain't got time to fuckin waste 

My money's short like I'm slippin, I'm tryin to smack it up and flip it 

I'm tryin to turn this thousand dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket 

Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but that ain't the fuckin way 

Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than fake autographs on eBay 

My orangutangs'll growl, with our upside down smile 

We been doin it for a while, you can check my d-boy file 

I be fuckin 'em up like this man, I be killin 'em off like that 

Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes like rats 

Niggaz don't really know that I'm so sincere about this here 

Niggaz don't really know that I got my name from drinkin beer 

Do a cauliflowered ear, me and my muskateers 

Come through with them choppers, let the lil' homey steer 

I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my real career 

But I'm really packin woppers, pistols rusty like Pam Grier 

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[Chorus] 

[Interlude] 

"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X] 

[E-40] They might be taping 

"Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X] 

[E-40] Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping 

[E-40] 

I wish a motherfucker would, I'm still livin my second childhood 

My mentality, my frame of mind, all hood 

I'm in the local booth with my nine, breakin down a backwood 

Sippin on 40, drink cloud nine, try to get it while it's good 

In the heart of the soil, in the middle of the paint, where it ain't 

Where we park our cars on the grass, sell hop and push crank 

Where the dopefiends dig in our tracks and siphon gas from our tanks 

Where the biggest hypocrites in the church call themselves saints 

I don't gossip like bitches I mind my own fuckin business 

Dig yaper good money cause that sucker shit ain't nutritious 

I don't be burnin no bridges I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches 

Gumbo pots boil, good with the skillet like a chemist 

Steady long like a female weave, cooler than antifreeze 

Bust you in the toe like Eddie Murphy did DeLouise 

Act like you know what I represent, bitch please 

That powdered milk section 8 and that government cheese, hoe! 

[Chorus] 

[Outro - same as Interlude]