I think much like another song “Anti-Matter” (that's also on the same album as this song), this one is also is inspired by a horrifying van crash the band experienced on Nov 3, 2022. This, much like the other track, sounds like it's an extension what they shared while huddled in the wreckage, as they helped frontman Garrett Russell stem the bleeding from his head wound while he was under the temporary effects of a concussion. The track speaks of where the mind goes at the most desperate & desolate of times, when it just about slips away to all but disconnect itself, and the aftermath.
[E-40]
You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'?
(Aight) Let's go
Uhh, a little more volume pimp YEAH, okay
Just tell me when... yeah
It's mobbin'... this shit sinister
Straight sinister mob
Rick Rock you did this? (Yeah!)
[Verse One]
I don't spit metaphors (metaphors) I spit L-are-P's
on these dark murky bloody streets of Vallejo, where I get my cheese
Never mind the trauma playa, you don't want to be wearin a helmet
I'm not divin back in the cocoa plant game Mr. Johnny Law I'm celibate
Rebellion, slightly throwed off, but hella smart (smart)
Got the mouthpiece of a pimp (and what?)
And a perm like Reverand Sharp' (Sharp')
Now tell me if I'm wrong (wrong)
if I open up my, own barbershop, and get me a small business loan
Gotta lay it down for a minute (whatcha gon' do?) Do what you do
If you in the jail, don't let the jail get in you
And the see-H-P's think they slick, trick
They got a new device out there for high-speedin called the spice drips
See partner dude right there (uh-huh) he talk more shit than my batch
but he's a coward (coward) and plus a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch
He's a wussy (wussy) if I didn't know better, seriously
Pimpin', you'd think he got a pussy (got a pussy)
[Chorus: E-40]
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
[Verse Two]
Oooh, he was listenin to my tape (to my tape)
He was on his way home last night
out of bounds and they got him at the plate (at the plate)
Soon as he put his foot on the porch, they to' his ass up
(What he had comin?) He had it comin (oh boy)
Now keep in mind (mind)
this nigga done been shot (how many times?) Fo' or five times
This nigga done been shot, three times befo' this time
(For what?) For lyin, and havin numerous conversations with the law
(For what?) For spyin and havin diarrhea of the jaw (of the jaw)
I don't get along with undercover
Like Republican and Democrat, we don't cut for each other
I think it's hella WRONG when us brothers
rat each other out, and roll on one another
Oooh, dis rap is just like the coke game
(Illegal dope, but it's cutthroat)
Dis coke game is just like the rap game
(With saditty, plastic ass folk)
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Oooh, like a tittie I used to buy my gal the songs
to send my breezy up in Albertson's
just to make grocery just to play it off
Why (why?) Because.. I figure if I did it it'll be too obvious
But what do you mean too obvious? Sheist
Arm & Hammer baking soda in gumbo pots white napkin wipin
Oh I see - that makes a lot of sense
Pimpin you kinda smart huh? Ain't never had to hit a fence
You got boys? (Boys?) Do I, strength
What did you start off with? A sixteenth, a pinch
You sittin fat (fat) I know that for a fact
Don't let these glasses fool, see I just look like that
Be the first one to pop a cap, first one to put one through ya
Don't think just cause I rap, that I won't take it to ya
I don't think you squares understand
You ain't fuckin' with a boy (who you fuckin' with?)
You fuckin' wit a man
[Chorus]
[E-40]
That's big spittin, oh boy, fo' sho'
Motherfuckers ain't stickin to the script no mo'
(Nah they ain't stickin to the script)
You know that's why when you find a real cat
(What you supposed to do?) Find a real tycoon on your team?
(Uh-huh) You goin' cherish that pimpin' ass nigga man You' know?
(For sure) Cause they hard to come by man, just like a bitch man
Just like bitches are hard to come by, the good ones?
Niggaz is hard to come by; real niggaz you 'know?
That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some real shit, dig that
Oh boy! Uhh.. (Not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin)
(Yeah we fly straight around this motherfucker)
(We pimps in this bitch, we stay spittin these L-are-P's, oh boy!)
(Dig that, that's why we MOBB like this, dig this nigga, beotch!!)
You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'?
(Aight) Let's go
Uhh, a little more volume pimp YEAH, okay
Just tell me when... yeah
It's mobbin'... this shit sinister
Straight sinister mob
Rick Rock you did this? (Yeah!)
[Verse One]
I don't spit metaphors (metaphors) I spit L-are-P's
on these dark murky bloody streets of Vallejo, where I get my cheese
Never mind the trauma playa, you don't want to be wearin a helmet
I'm not divin back in the cocoa plant game Mr. Johnny Law I'm celibate
Rebellion, slightly throwed off, but hella smart (smart)
Got the mouthpiece of a pimp (and what?)
And a perm like Reverand Sharp' (Sharp')
Now tell me if I'm wrong (wrong)
if I open up my, own barbershop, and get me a small business loan
Gotta lay it down for a minute (whatcha gon' do?) Do what you do
If you in the jail, don't let the jail get in you
And the see-H-P's think they slick, trick
They got a new device out there for high-speedin called the spice drips
See partner dude right there (uh-huh) he talk more shit than my batch
but he's a coward (coward) and plus a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch
He's a wussy (wussy) if I didn't know better, seriously
Pimpin', you'd think he got a pussy (got a pussy)
[Chorus: E-40]
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
[Verse Two]
Oooh, he was listenin to my tape (to my tape)
He was on his way home last night
out of bounds and they got him at the plate (at the plate)
Soon as he put his foot on the porch, they to' his ass up
(What he had comin?) He had it comin (oh boy)
Now keep in mind (mind)
this nigga done been shot (how many times?) Fo' or five times
This nigga done been shot, three times befo' this time
(For what?) For lyin, and havin numerous conversations with the law
(For what?) For spyin and havin diarrhea of the jaw (of the jaw)
I don't get along with undercover
Like Republican and Democrat, we don't cut for each other
I think it's hella WRONG when us brothers
rat each other out, and roll on one another
Oooh, dis rap is just like the coke game
(Illegal dope, but it's cutthroat)
Dis coke game is just like the rap game
(With saditty, plastic ass folk)
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Oooh, like a tittie I used to buy my gal the songs
to send my breezy up in Albertson's
just to make grocery just to play it off
Why (why?) Because.. I figure if I did it it'll be too obvious
But what do you mean too obvious? Sheist
Arm & Hammer baking soda in gumbo pots white napkin wipin
Oh I see - that makes a lot of sense
Pimpin you kinda smart huh? Ain't never had to hit a fence
You got boys? (Boys?) Do I, strength
What did you start off with? A sixteenth, a pinch
You sittin fat (fat) I know that for a fact
Don't let these glasses fool, see I just look like that
Be the first one to pop a cap, first one to put one through ya
Don't think just cause I rap, that I won't take it to ya
I don't think you squares understand
You ain't fuckin' with a boy (who you fuckin' with?)
You fuckin' wit a man
[Chorus]
[E-40]
That's big spittin, oh boy, fo' sho'
Motherfuckers ain't stickin to the script no mo'
(Nah they ain't stickin to the script)
You know that's why when you find a real cat
(What you supposed to do?) Find a real tycoon on your team?
(Uh-huh) You goin' cherish that pimpin' ass nigga man You' know?
(For sure) Cause they hard to come by man, just like a bitch man
Just like bitches are hard to come by, the good ones?
Niggaz is hard to come by; real niggaz you 'know?
That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some real shit, dig that
Oh boy! Uhh.. (Not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin)
(Yeah we fly straight around this motherfucker)
(We pimps in this bitch, we stay spittin these L-are-P's, oh boy!)
(Dig that, that's why we MOBB like this, dig this nigga, beotch!!)
Lyrics submitted by kmk_natasha
Loyalty and Betrayal Lyrics as written by Ricardo Thomas Earl T Stevens
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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