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E-40 - Fuckin' They Nose lyrics
[e-40] Let's make it happen Mmmhmm.. i mean it can't get mo' mobber Y'know, we like to buy our shit in bulk Y'know in volumes Y'know like costco? we fuck with bosco (fuckin with bosco) you smell me? It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister Sssshit, beotch! Chorus: {all} Fuckin they nose like this [t] your nose, fuckin your nose like this [e] like that? [t] it's like that [e] like this! Fuckin they nose like this [t] it's like this [e] like that? [t] like that [e] like this! (weeee, beeee) Fuckin they nose like this [t] your nose, fuckin your nose like this [e] like that? [t] it's like that [e] like this! Fuckin they nose like this [t] it's like this [e] like that? [t] like that [e] like this! [b-legit] I be the first out, nigga shady bring the worst out Black beretta put the thirst out See i'm rollin in my truck, dick hardest to fuck Hit a block, and let the bitch blow on my sock I got bass rock tips, red-nose tits Las vegas chips better dub out here (uh-huh) Spend g's overseas got 'em sprung on the game (sprung on the game) And all in amsterdam you was hearin my name I move raps over beats, tales from the street Concrete walker, straight male stalker (??) broken temple of hemp, i keep it simple Money all mine, i give a fuck if you fine My crew, doggish, sic-wid-it hoggish Ball in two-thousand, suckers ain't allowed in Catch me on the track with the froze up wrists And i'll be fuckin they nose, like this (beeotch!) Chorus w/ minor variations [suga t] These bitches in competition (what what) But ain't gon' bust a grape in a food fight And nigga, you blowin hot air I don't care, i keep a spare square Bitches better beware, run up i dare you Suga t the boss bitch, hittin switches Mobbin old school then beatin down bitches I'm struttin my tools, fool; give it up or shut up Been done mess around and got stuck-up, set up I still ride with yola copped in my cot Impulse with chops and still be a top notch Fuckin your nose, and yo' dome (and yo' dome) Man shot, let these haters know [d-shot] I was intrigued by the way things ran How it was done (what else) how a bitches mind was run So i hollered at the master pimp, who was dressed in mink I asked him could i buy him a drink He said, "what can i do for you son?" i said i wish to pimp I want yo' same stroll, and i want yo' limp I want my mail to be as long as yours Sport big cars and breakin all the whores Load me up with your finest disk I'm only fifteen and i'm ready to pimp I want my hoes to pull in all the tricks I'm fuckin they nose like this Chorus w/ variations Fuckin they nose like this Aowwww, aowwww, i can feel it when you talk [e-40] when you talk Even when you walk [e-40] whenever i walk Won't you sprinkle me [e-40] sprinkle me mayne Just thank you, thank you [e-40] just what? sprinkle me mayne Fuckin they nose like this [e-40] uh-huh Just thank you, thank you [e-40] Beotch! remember me? From "i got a mirror in my pocket and i practice lookin hard" I'm in the traffic pervin ridin on about a buck-oh-fever Down (??) boulevard I does the thing to do peddle to the metal Punchin on the gas, great dipped caddy showin my ass Flamboastin, straight out of vallel' But i got this mack game, comin from oakland Niggaz love me, i'm a boss *i'm a boss) My accountant keith say that i should lease But see i'm ethnic, fuck a tax write-off I'm off that st. ide's, i got that charlie in my deck I'm dang near paralyzed, runnin over the yellow reflectors about to wreck I'm seein two's, three's, oasises and mirages Bumpin into trees, leaves, garbage cans and garages Under my seat, military issue Spoofed up insurance, sr-22 A sack of broccoli and a bunch of bottles, i'm grounded Fuck around and got my vehicle impounded Shit beotch, fuck, elroy's roughed me up Them bitches knew i had power cause i got out within a month Chorus w/ variations [ad libs to fade] |
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