Lyrics Lift it E-40

Lift it

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic
If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic (Uh-oh)
If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic
(Rick Rock, we back at 'em, pimp)
If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic
(We back it, mayne)
The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic
(You fuckin' around again, my nigga, ha)
If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic
(Show up and show out, that's what the name of the game is, mayne)
The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic
(Show up, mayne — hello?)
If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic
(Cut up, boy, uh-oh)
The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic
(Okay, let's go, uh)

If it was lifted off the plastic, the babes'll probably go spastic
My yetti stretch like elastic, the game that I give is accurate
Lingo need to be patented, pasteurized, put in cap in this
Sucka shit, I ain't havin' it, I ain't lyin', I'm passionate
Memory like a spelling bee, gettin' yetti my specialty
Movin' steady, not recklessly
Different breed, different pedigree
Spinnin' the Pyrex like dryers, my folks active and they got priors
Hardheaded, mainey, no manners, stay with the toolies and hammers
They'll ram and go head up with them, their horns and their antlers
Get down where they mad at, don't give a fuck about cameras
I tell 'em slow down and I tell 'em to pump they brakes
Then they say, "Unc', we don't care about dyin' or catchin' a case"
I'm sippin' on Mexican Mule for the fuel, every hour is happy hour
Alcohol all we'll devour, then like a meteor shower
Twisted like a funnel cloud, smokin' loud in the crowd, puffin' on some okra
Tacked out and I'm hella stuck like a poster, bitch

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic
If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic

I can spot a hater through the thickest fog
Sniff a sucka out like a hound dog
A vision without a plan is just a hallucination
Rome wasn't built in a day, have patience
There's stages to these wages, it's chapters to these here pages
Crack them gates for my loved ones that's incarcerated in cages
It's a shortage on the real and an overage on the fake
That start off solid as a rock and then morph back into a snake
Fixtures do what they want, suckas do what they can
I can live through muddy water, and see dry land
I could bake a peach cobbler and sell that shit to Betty Crocker
I've been a yaper plotter since I was a little toddler
Give a nigga a beer, he'll drink the whole case
Give a nigga a bite, he'll eat the whole plate
Give a nigga a inch, he'll take the whole rope
Front a nigga some dope, he'll snort up all your coke, bitch

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic
If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic
If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic
If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic