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E-40 Fuckin' They Nose Lyrics Print 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 |
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