Lyrical Breakdown of We Flip (feat. Cousin Fik, Choose Up Cheese & Stresmatic) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how E-40 weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "We Flip (feat. Cousin Fik, Choose Up Cheese & Stresmatic)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that E-40 employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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EmailPrint Play "We Flip" on Amazon Music "We Flip" (feat. Cousin' Fik, Choose Up Cheese & Stresmatic) We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen The money make 'em sick... we flip We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen The money make 'em sick... we flip We flip I can eyeball the product and give an estimate (estimate) Before I cop the narcotics, I let a fiend test it Pockets pregnant looking like some saggy titties (saggy titties) Pistol in my waist, back there by my kidneys (by my kidneys) Nickels and pennies I used to chase, used to be piss poor (piss poor) The laughing stock but not no mothafuckin more (not no more) Bought a Bentley from Los Gatos got the best prices No more drunk classes, finally gave me back my license (your license?) I'm a goon with the spoon I make it do what it do The dude that taught me how to cook, (what's his name?) his name was Raul Raul was my ese, love me to death Raul is the neighborhood chef Six times two don't have a clue on how I move and I wiggle, see (move and I wiggle see) One thing about me, I ain't bootsie They'll break in your whip and steal your backpack and dip (backpack and dip) They plottin' and plannin' on how to make the money flip (make the money flip) We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen The money make 'em sick... we flip We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen The money make 'em sick... we flip We flip It's Cousin Fik Look, I turned a deuce into a quarter man I know you can count What you mean what I want for 'em? You know the amount You say my prices high, that's fine, you know you can bounce If you my mans and I know you solid, I might throw you an ounce But you ain't gonna get it off or get no dough on the couch You gotta network on the phone get dressed and get out the house If you get pressed by them people, tell 'em "figure it out" Keep what you know in your brain, don't let that shit out your mouth 'Cause this a serious game we playin', so you better wear your cletes The rollers more street smart than the niggas in the streets That's why my game stays sharpy like a permanent marker Creepin' like a spider man, but I'm not Peter Parker My bubble came from struggle, you niggas don't know the half Greenhouse got me ballin' in Dallas just like the Mavs When haters say "I'm trippin'" my nigga I just laugh We can get some money my nigga, I did the math We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen The money make 'em sick... we flip We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen The money make 'em sick... we flip We flip Dropped twenty-five K on a wristwatch I be playin' with them birds, Alfred Hitchcock And you know I got that rocket, no Rick Rock Creepin' on a milly, hundred K is a pitstop Hundred racks, ten belts, do the math ho I'm a hustla from the womb to a tagged toe I swear, I can get you anything you ask for Burned ten bands without fuckin' up my cashflow Flip work, count stacks like the BandGang Choose Up Cheese state to state, like a campaign Thirty for the brick, seventeen for the half thang All I talk is money nigga, all I spit is cash game Make it double, make it triple, make it last forever Every day that I wake up, I'm on a cash endeavor Brand new elevens, black and red, patent leathers They call me Cheese, 'cause a nigga known for stackin' cheddar We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen The money make 'em sick... we flip We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen The money make 'em sick... we flip We flip