I’m In The Room

[Intro: E-40]
(He's been hot for DecadeZ)
We show up, you know
We in the parking lot, we already fucked up
Nigga off all kinds of liquor and shit
All kinda motherfuckin' drink, fuck it

[Verse 1: E-40]
Northern California, that's where I reside
My favorite weapon of choice is an MP5
A lot of my guys done passed, a lot of them still alive
Some by lethal injection, some of 'em sentenced to life
I went from pushin' leaves to pushin' pies and ki's
Got the game from veterans when I was a rookie
She over dancin' like she wanna fuck
I'm the in function tore up
Red Bull and Jägermeister in my motherfuckin' cup
Backin' it up like a garbage truck, that ass lookin' lovely
Lookin' back at me like "Come get this monkey"
She say she like it rough but I don't handcuff
She always come back 'cause she can't get enough

[Chorus: E-40, Mugzi]
I'm in the room (Biatch)
The center of all attention
I step up in that motherfucker, mayne
They look at me, I look at 'em back, I say "Hello, hello, hello"
I'm in the room
In the room, mayne (Huh), you understand, the function (Uh-huh)
The facility (Yeah), the building (Okay), the party (Yeah), the club
I'm in the room (Biatch)

[Verse 2: Mugzi]
Zero zero I turn into something (Something)
Get off that track and clean out your pumpkin (Pumpkin)
It's on sight, boy, no time for duckin' (Uh-uh)
You scary-ass bitches can't do no thumpin'
(Ayy, ayy) I get on that wig
Gig on that wig like a gorilla to a chimp
Ayy, lights, camera, action
Flash on that ass like camera action (Action)
Boss up on that ass, go get 'em (Go get 'em)
All I hear is "Silverback, sic 'em" (Sic 'em)
Am I wrong for hittin' your chick
Or am I right for hittin' your bitch?

[Chorus: E-40]
I'm in the room
Game recognize game, security let us in
They take us to our tables and we bossin', you understand
Bitches lovin' us, ya mean?
We standin' on the couch, we showin' out
I'm in the room
You know, they come with them big old tall ass Grey Goose NBA bottles with the Fourth of July sparkler, talking about "The champ is here"
(The champ is here) I'm in the room

[Verse 3: E-40]
The champ is here
Don't get your girlfriend or your boyfriend stamped in here
Uh, my heart pumps faith
Your heart pump fear, I can see it in your face
Uh, Vallejo boy, Magazine Street
I don't count sheep, I count money when I sleep
Before I fuck that ho, I'll beat my meat
My little homie told me that her pussy hella stink
I'm cold like freon, I glow like neon
I'm far from a peon, get high like Cleon
Gettin' dusty in the wind like motherfucker
Sprite and Robitussin in my cup holder

[Chorus: E-40, Mugzi]
I'm in the room (Biatch)
They woke, they understand, they know, they recognize fixture
We standin' over the rail, we holler
We spittin' LRPs at some of them batches, you know
I'm in the room
I got my young Thundercats, they in the audience, they just lurkin' around
My security don't even know they with me, though
They my young niggas, though, look at 'em
I'm in the room

[Outro: E-40]
I'm in the room
I'm in the room
I'm in the room