Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
E-40
Vocals
Ice Cube
Vocals
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
Too $hort
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Todd Shaw
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Kevin Duane McCord
Songwriter
Simon McKinley
Songwriter
Earl Stevens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zachary Perry
Engineer
Issue
Engineer
David Lopez
Engineer
Christopher Gutierrez
Engineer
Sooafly
Mixing Engineer
Fred Wreck
Mixing Engineer
Prohoezak
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mount Westmore is in the house baby
And we want you all to know we got pull
Aye yo, 40
I mean that real pull
You know the plug, the connect baby
[Verse 2]
In and out, out and in
Get with the Dogg if you wanna win
Set the records while I set the trend
Show you how to boss ball, dip it and bend
Around the corner with gangster shit
Drop it and hit the switch
Pull up to the homie house, smoke a little bit
Off to the city
Grind more times getting gritty
Got a lot of pull, **** get with me
Dark tint on the Bentley
Never no scent, but I'm set
Leave the best **** to leave a **** empty
Now I got fifty, knocking at your front door dropping
You don't wanna start nothing, don't temp me, OG the big G
You on the clock, don't sleep
Young homies on you and they roll deep
I got to go ham upon it at ya goatee
Two-eleven homicide, blame it on the police
[Verse 3]
I got pull
I got friends everywhere I go
I got pull
Ah wait, I walk right in the door
I got pull
Best seat in the house, how much that cost?
I got pull
If you don't know me, go ask your boss
[Verse 4]
Ice Cube made a savage
Boy I'm a god, this black magic
You a facade, I'm back at it
You a marrage, I'm looking right at it
Blah, blah, blat it
Oops get splatted, musta didn't know that my life mattered
Rap addict, no I ain't tatted
I don't advertise, I just mobilize
I help **** realize who they really are
Make 'em feel high
I'm on my way to the bay
With bow-wow-wow, yippy-yo yippy-yay
Hey
Show dogg is on the hog
And none of us really give a fuck about the law
We'd rather give it to you raw
And if you don't like it, we'll give it to your jaw
[Verse 5]
I got pull
I got friends everywhere I go
I got pull
Ah wait, I walk right in the door
I got pull
Best seat in the house, how much that cost?
I got pull
If you don't know me
[Verse 6]
Let the hustler through (Talk your shit man)
Wake up man (Wake up), wake up man (Wake up)
40, why they here with some brand-new game?
Like Excedrin, I'm all up in her brain (In her brain)
She think I'm a cloud, want me to make it rain
I'm extraordinary, not ordinary or here to sing for those ordinaries
She want me to fucking go, but I ain't gonna fuck off when I got it low, girl leave me alone
Go get your mamma, fuck your dad (Fuck your dad)
I make her apologize every time I go bad (I'm sorry)
When I was sixteen years old, straight dope game, I was told
Never get high of your supply (Your supply)
Always look a human in the eye (In the eye)
Bitch I'm the shit like a toilet bowl
The lady at the toll bridge paid my toll
Now, I can light a blunt in a tornado (A tornado)
Bitch, I got pull like a bungee cord (Like a bungee cord)
[Verse 7]
I got pull
I got friends everywhere I go
I got pull
Ah wait, I walk right in the door
I got pull
Best seat in the house, how much that cost?
I got pull
If you don't know me, go ask your boss
[Verse 8]
That's my folks (Folks)
We go way back
We was in these streets, while you was still in the sack
In your daddy's nuts when your momma got fucked (Yeah I fucked her)
Now you tryna tell me what
Shut up, don't say shit to me
I'm your OG's OG
The big homie, respect the game
Recognize me and don't forget my name
I got pull (Biatch)
Written by: Calvin Broadus, Earl T Stevens, Kevin Duane McCord, O'Shea Jackson, Simon McKinley, Todd Shaw