Rules & Regulations Lyrics
| Song | Rules & Regulations |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Album | Charlie Hustle: Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| My killers don't take out dopefiends, my killers take out factors | |
| My killers ain't even from out here dude | |
| My killers some out-of-town freelancers | |
| Professional hitsmen vanilla(?) hoppers up under they belt | |
| Broccolis(?) up under they belt | |
| A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt | |
| "forty, there go that nigga | |
| That sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set" | |
| You mean that (??) for that synthetic dope | |
| That ripped me, that shit that was wet kid? | |
| Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin | |
| Within the next few days, potnah came up missin | |
| See a lot of these niggaz bitch up | |
| And crack under pressure when it's time to face it | |
| Get to bumpin they gums, rollin over | |
| Breakin the rules and regulations | |
| Wild nigga not stickin to the script | |
| And get the jacket put on yo' ass for life | |
| What jacket? batch, this jacket: | |
| That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice | |
| That's why we can't be talkin and bein all careless on these phones | |
| I know technology now | |
| Allows po'-po' to look inside walls and see inside homes | |
| I know all i was tryin to do | |
| Is buy my little daughter a brand new pair of jordans | |
| That's important, but you gotta remember | |
| The state one step ahead of the law-enforcement | |
| Be short with all of yo' shit | |
| Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy | |
| Talkin pig-latin keep you employed | |
| Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies | |
| Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your brain | |
| Auction off yo' assets nigga, sell yo' trophies, sell yo' mustang | |
| You know what that bring? ching ching | |
| Playa potnah motherfucker dude that's some mail | |
| Convertible top, black on black interior exterior | |
| He gon' be worth about twelve | |
| Talkin about you was savin it for your little nephew to scatter | |
| Nigga don't you know anything over 20 years old is a classic? | |
| Regulation #1: keep yo' business to yo' lonesome | |
| Regulation #2: make sure the product you carry is wholesome | |
| Regulation #3: make yo' cheese, never eat it | |
| Regulation #4: never put yo' trust in a hoe | |
| (the rules and regulations) | |
| Chorus: e-40 (repeat 4x) | |
| These are the things you need to know (the rules and regulations) | |
| [e-40] | |
| Uhh, you're 'posed to, you're 'posed to | |
| Play that damn game like it's supposed to be plinayed | |
| Always keep a bucket full of battery acid | |
| To throw yo' dope in just in case they raid | |
| That way they can't prosecute your residence | |
| Cause you done been already got rid of all the evidence | |
| Tryin to get a buck -- a buck? | |
| A soup pot, a blender and a measurin cup | |
| In my section eight appartment complex | |
| Mizzi-matrics, and dirty convicts | |
| "nephew, did you get my message?" | |
| Yeah i got yo' message; you told me to clean up behind myself | |
| And scrape the residue up off the edges | |
| "what else?" always look over my headrest and my rearview zone | |
| Cause triflin be skanless and the skanless might try to follow me home | |
| Never tell a motherfucker what time you gon' cop or come back fo' | |
| Throw they ass off a bit - come back within the next day or two | |
| I don't need no cowards, just warriors on my tank(?) | |
| I don't sell coke no more dude, i sell mescaline | |
| Regulation #5: when it's a drop nigga park yo' feet | |
| Regulation #6: fuck 12 and a box (?) (?) street | |
| Regulation #7: don't take yo' business to where you livin | |
| Regulation #8: keep yo' heat but fly straight | |
| (the rules and regulations) | |
| Chorus | |
| [e-40] | |
| Blaow, pushin numbers on the dial-tone | |
| Took a swig of my 40 but i forgot i had the cap still on | |
| Look to my left and ask, honey for a light | |
| She looked at me and said, baby you alright? | |
| I said i'm cool, but ain't this shit supposed to relax us? | |
| Fired up a newport, but i accidentally lit it backwards | |
| For some strange reason i had a feelin | |
| That that hood-hoe bitch was sneaky | |
| Come to find out this bitch done laced my weed and slipped me a mickey | |
| Now i'm feelin sweaty.. | |
| Eyelids gettin heavy.. | |
| Stomach feelin queasy.. {*yawwwwn*} | |
| All of a sudden, now i'm slee-py | |
| Woke up naked, slowly regainin my memory | |
| Well where did they find you? around the corner from applebee | |
| Over there by costco, right there off the freeway | |
| Admiral callaghan(?) (??) yeah, right next door to safeway | |
| Stripped me clean, got me for some g's | |
| Set me up, stole my car keys | |
| Guess that's the consequences when you sellin that d | |
| Shit, next time i bet i take my drink to the bathroom with me | |
| Regulation #9: check in those that get out of line | |
| Regulation #10: don't sell yo' soul if you hit the pen | |
| Regulation #11: keep yo' hooptie hot and revvin | |
| Regulation #12: keep enough to pay your lawyer mail | |
| (the rules and regulations) | |
| Chorus |
| My killers don' t take out dopefiends, my killers take out factors | |
| My killers ain' t even from out here dude | |
| My killers some outoftown freelancers | |
| Professional hitsmen vanilla? hoppers up under they belt | |
| Broccolis? up under they belt | |
| A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt | |
| " forty, there go that nigga | |
| That sold you that halfacake last week on the set" | |
| You mean that ?? for that synthetic dope | |
| That ripped me, that shit that was wet kid? | |
| Don' t even look over there, act like we ain' t trippin | |
| Within the next few days, potnah came up missin | |
| See a lot of these niggaz bitch up | |
| And crack under pressure when it' s time to face it | |
| Get to bumpin they gums, rollin over | |
| Breakin the rules and regulations | |
| Wild nigga not stickin to the script | |
| And get the jacket put on yo' ass for life | |
| What jacket? batch, this jacket: | |
| That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice | |
| That' s why we can' t be talkin and bein all careless on these phones | |
| I know technology now | |
| Allows po' po' to look inside walls and see inside homes | |
| I know all i was tryin to do | |
| Is buy my little daughter a brand new pair of jordans | |
| That' s important, but you gotta remember | |
| The state one step ahead of the lawenforcement | |
| Be short with all of yo' shit | |
| Keep yo' business to yourself and don' t get sloppy | |
| Talkin piglatin keep you employed | |
| Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkietizznalkies | |
| Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your brain | |
| Auction off yo' assets nigga, sell yo' trophies, sell yo' mustang | |
| You know what that bring? ching ching | |
| Playa potnah motherfucker dude that' s some mail | |
| Convertible top, black on black interior exterior | |
| He gon' be worth about twelve | |
| Talkin about you was savin it for your little nephew to scatter | |
| Nigga don' t you know anything over 20 years old is a classic? | |
| Regulation 1: keep yo' business to yo' lonesome | |
| Regulation 2: make sure the product you carry is wholesome | |
| Regulation 3: make yo' cheese, never eat it | |
| Regulation 4: never put yo' trust in a hoe | |
| the rules and regulations | |
| Chorus: e40 repeat 4x | |
| These are the things you need to know the rules and regulations | |
| e40 | |
| Uhh, you' re ' posed to, you' re ' posed to | |
| Play that damn game like it' s supposed to be plinayed | |
| Always keep a bucket full of battery acid | |
| To throw yo' dope in just in case they raid | |
| That way they can' t prosecute your residence | |
| Cause you done been already got rid of all the evidence | |
| Tryin to get a buck a buck? | |
| A soup pot, a blender and a measurin cup | |
| In my section eight appartment complex | |
| Mizzimatrics, and dirty convicts | |
| " nephew, did you get my message?" | |
| Yeah i got yo' message you told me to clean up behind myself | |
| And scrape the residue up off the edges | |
| " what else?" always look over my headrest and my rearview zone | |
| Cause triflin be skanless and the skanless might try to follow me home | |
| Never tell a motherfucker what time you gon' cop or come back fo' | |
| Throw they ass off a bit come back within the next day or two | |
| I don' t need no cowards, just warriors on my tank? | |
| I don' t sell coke no more dude, i sell mescaline | |
| Regulation 5: when it' s a drop nigga park yo' feet | |
| Regulation 6: fuck 12 and a box ? ? street | |
| Regulation 7: don' t take yo' business to where you livin | |
| Regulation 8: keep yo' heat but fly straight | |
| the rules and regulations | |
| Chorus | |
| e40 | |
| Blaow, pushin numbers on the dialtone | |
| Took a swig of my 40 but i forgot i had the cap still on | |
| Look to my left and ask, honey for a light | |
| She looked at me and said, baby you alright? | |
| I said i' m cool, but ain' t this shit supposed to relax us? | |
| Fired up a newport, but i accidentally lit it backwards | |
| For some strange reason i had a feelin | |
| That that hoodhoe bitch was sneaky | |
| Come to find out this bitch done laced my weed and slipped me a mickey | |
| Now i' m feelin sweaty.. | |
| Eyelids gettin heavy.. | |
| Stomach feelin queasy.. yawwwwn | |
| All of a sudden, now i' m sleepy | |
| Woke up naked, slowly regainin my memory | |
| Well where did they find you? around the corner from applebee | |
| Over there by costco, right there off the freeway | |
| Admiral callaghan? ?? yeah, right next door to safeway | |
| Stripped me clean, got me for some g' s | |
| Set me up, stole my car keys | |
| Guess that' s the consequences when you sellin that d | |
| Shit, next time i bet i take my drink to the bathroom with me | |
| Regulation 9: check in those that get out of line | |
| Regulation 10: don' t sell yo' soul if you hit the pen | |
| Regulation 11: keep yo' hooptie hot and revvin | |
| Regulation 12: keep enough to pay your lawyer mail | |
| the rules and regulations | |
| Chorus |
| My killers don' t take out dopefiends, my killers take out factors | |
| My killers ain' t even from out here dude | |
| My killers some outoftown freelancers | |
| Professional hitsmen vanilla? hoppers up under they belt | |
| Broccolis? up under they belt | |
| A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt | |
| " forty, there go that nigga | |
| That sold you that halfacake last week on the set" | |
| You mean that ?? for that synthetic dope | |
| That ripped me, that shit that was wet kid? | |
| Don' t even look over there, act like we ain' t trippin | |
| Within the next few days, potnah came up missin | |
| See a lot of these niggaz bitch up | |
| And crack under pressure when it' s time to face it | |
| Get to bumpin they gums, rollin over | |
| Breakin the rules and regulations | |
| Wild nigga not stickin to the script | |
| And get the jacket put on yo' ass for life | |
| What jacket? batch, this jacket: | |
| That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice | |
| That' s why we can' t be talkin and bein all careless on these phones | |
| I know technology now | |
| Allows po' po' to look inside walls and see inside homes | |
| I know all i was tryin to do | |
| Is buy my little daughter a brand new pair of jordans | |
| That' s important, but you gotta remember | |
| The state one step ahead of the lawenforcement | |
| Be short with all of yo' shit | |
| Keep yo' business to yourself and don' t get sloppy | |
| Talkin piglatin keep you employed | |
| Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkietizznalkies | |
| Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your brain | |
| Auction off yo' assets nigga, sell yo' trophies, sell yo' mustang | |
| You know what that bring? ching ching | |
| Playa potnah motherfucker dude that' s some mail | |
| Convertible top, black on black interior exterior | |
| He gon' be worth about twelve | |
| Talkin about you was savin it for your little nephew to scatter | |
| Nigga don' t you know anything over 20 years old is a classic? | |
| Regulation 1: keep yo' business to yo' lonesome | |
| Regulation 2: make sure the product you carry is wholesome | |
| Regulation 3: make yo' cheese, never eat it | |
| Regulation 4: never put yo' trust in a hoe | |
| the rules and regulations | |
| Chorus: e40 repeat 4x | |
| These are the things you need to know the rules and regulations | |
| e40 | |
| Uhh, you' re ' posed to, you' re ' posed to | |
| Play that damn game like it' s supposed to be plinayed | |
| Always keep a bucket full of battery acid | |
| To throw yo' dope in just in case they raid | |
| That way they can' t prosecute your residence | |
| Cause you done been already got rid of all the evidence | |
| Tryin to get a buck a buck? | |
| A soup pot, a blender and a measurin cup | |
| In my section eight appartment complex | |
| Mizzimatrics, and dirty convicts | |
| " nephew, did you get my message?" | |
| Yeah i got yo' message you told me to clean up behind myself | |
| And scrape the residue up off the edges | |
| " what else?" always look over my headrest and my rearview zone | |
| Cause triflin be skanless and the skanless might try to follow me home | |
| Never tell a motherfucker what time you gon' cop or come back fo' | |
| Throw they ass off a bit come back within the next day or two | |
| I don' t need no cowards, just warriors on my tank? | |
| I don' t sell coke no more dude, i sell mescaline | |
| Regulation 5: when it' s a drop nigga park yo' feet | |
| Regulation 6: fuck 12 and a box ? ? street | |
| Regulation 7: don' t take yo' business to where you livin | |
| Regulation 8: keep yo' heat but fly straight | |
| the rules and regulations | |
| Chorus | |
| e40 | |
| Blaow, pushin numbers on the dialtone | |
| Took a swig of my 40 but i forgot i had the cap still on | |
| Look to my left and ask, honey for a light | |
| She looked at me and said, baby you alright? | |
| I said i' m cool, but ain' t this shit supposed to relax us? | |
| Fired up a newport, but i accidentally lit it backwards | |
| For some strange reason i had a feelin | |
| That that hoodhoe bitch was sneaky | |
| Come to find out this bitch done laced my weed and slipped me a mickey | |
| Now i' m feelin sweaty.. | |
| Eyelids gettin heavy.. | |
| Stomach feelin queasy.. yawwwwn | |
| All of a sudden, now i' m sleepy | |
| Woke up naked, slowly regainin my memory | |
| Well where did they find you? around the corner from applebee | |
| Over there by costco, right there off the freeway | |
| Admiral callaghan? ?? yeah, right next door to safeway | |
| Stripped me clean, got me for some g' s | |
| Set me up, stole my car keys | |
| Guess that' s the consequences when you sellin that d | |
| Shit, next time i bet i take my drink to the bathroom with me | |
| Regulation 9: check in those that get out of line | |
| Regulation 10: don' t sell yo' soul if you hit the pen | |
| Regulation 11: keep yo' hooptie hot and revvin | |
| Regulation 12: keep enough to pay your lawyer mail | |
| the rules and regulations | |
| Chorus |
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