Entrepreneur by E-40
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I got a plug on the white, a bitch sellin pussy
My partner got DVDs and hood movies
I can get the J's before they come to the store
Bitch, I'm a entrepreneur
[VERSE 1: E-40]
He was born with spitt'ms
The gift of gab, izm
Mattress on the floor, borderline poor
Who woulda thought he'd be a entrepreneur?
He used to always say his blessings
Liked to ask a lotta questions
Look like a square but he got a lotta street knowledge
Hung around addicts, gangsters and alcoholics
When he first started off
A young intern, but a soon-to-be boss
Found himself, cause he used to be lost
Cooler than fan belt, cold like a cough
Dottin his i's and crossin his t's he be poppin his p's
Internationally known in the States and all overseas
He be [?] or pushin bags of blow
He got 'em wonderin what he do like Tommy from Martin
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[CHORUS]
[VERSE 2: Too $hort]
They lock niggas up all over the land
Now we affiliated to county jails and pens
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