Automatic

[Chorus: Kokane & E-40]

Automatic, systematic

Do what you do, playa

Just keep that money on ya mi-ind, (on ya mind)

In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)

Do what you do, playa, (what you do)

Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)

[Verse 1: E-40]

Portable scales, checkin' my mail

Avoidin' the law, stayin' out of jail

Possession of sales, pocket all sales

Conspiracy charges, paper trails

Layin' the real, 'cause I don't write nothin' down

I keep it all in my head, intelligent

About my business, memory like an elephant

Chasin' a dream, schemin' for cream

Special weapons and tactics team

AR-15's and infrared beams

Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens

Fire hydrants, ambulance sirens

Suspended license, police indictments

Righteously what it all boils down to

Is basically who's the wisest

Ughhh, my heart made of granite

Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it

I didn't come in here empty-handed (empty-handed)

I came in here on business and y'all gone respect it dammit

Been out the game, did that mane

Vallejo I claim, made the name

Feel my pain, ghetto fame

Magazine Street hustla, mayne

Messin' around in the fast lane

Chevy, Cougars, and Mustangs

Novas, Granadas, and Falcons

Project livin' in public housin'

[Chorus: Kokane & E-40 (Fabolous)]

Automatic, systematic

Do what you do playa

Just keep that money on ya mi-ind

(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)

In the traffic, baller status, (Ugh)

Do what you do, playa (what you do)

Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

Ladies and gentlemen...

It's Ghetto F-A-Beezy F-A-Sheezy

Bustas hate me 'cause I F'd they breezies

Playboy, these TECs spray easy

Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy

I get money on the grind

So if got ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind

Ya honey gone be mine 'cause ya diamond forecast

Is partly cloudy; the kids look sunny on the shine

I'm gettin' ticked off again; y'all must like ridin'

In long black Caddies that they stick coffins in

The clique often been blowin' sticky

That come in the jars that they stick coffee in

I got chicks offerin' but I play hard to get

Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again

You lookin' at the way, the coast to coast G

Do it from the Brooklyn to the Bay

Bring the hook in by the way, oh

[Chorus: Kokane & E-40]

Automatic, systematic

Do what you do, playa

Just keep that money on ya mi-ind, (on ya mind)

In the traffic, baller status, (baller status)

Do what you do, playa (what you do)

Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)

[Bridge: Kokane]

To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)

And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)

To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)

And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)

[Verse 3: Fabolous]

It don't matter if you locin' or bleedin'

Whether it's Backwoods or Zig Zags you're smokin' your weed in

You slow pokin' or speedin'

All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or succeedin

I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'

Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what I'm eatin'

I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in

To sit with white folks in a meetin', please believe it

[Verse 4: E-40]

(Badabababa ba badababa bang bang)

I used to sell tapes up out my trunk and slang 'caine (boom)

Respected on the streets before the fame (boom)

Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game (boom)

Paid my dues, obeyed the rules

Stuck to the script, me and The Click

All of my fellas and all of my dogs

Ridin' on mustard and mayonnaise on Vogues

Fillin' em up, sittin' em down

Flossin' and bossin' all over the town

Hardest eight measures you ever heard in your life

Man, write that down (write that down)

[Chorus: Kokane & E-40]

Automatic, systematic

Do what you do, playa

Just keep that money on ya mi-ind, (on ya mind)

In the traffic, baller status (baller status)

Do what you do, playa (what you do)

Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)

[Bridge: Kokane]

To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in)

And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)

To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in)

And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)