They Might Be Taping

[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

[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

[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]