E-40

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  • E-40 L.I.Q. Lyrics

           

    [E-40]

    Mobb that shit out nigga!

    Bosko, mobb that shit, BEYOTCH!

    Mobb shit (mobb shit)

    We invented this shit (what'd we do?)

    Boy I helped pioneer this

    Boy I helped pioneer this..

    .. HOE BEOTCH!



    I'm irkin; head spinnin dome swervin

    mergin to the right to the left, see three, hallucinatin

    Stoned ain't got a lick but a bra protection on my phone

    therefore that'll make it this that much easier

    for anybody with a computer that got the right data information

    software to CLONE, clone it off the streets - how much?

    Basshead dis down playa price boy a hundred piece (hundred piece)

    Shit I don't figure dat dere ain't no mo' worse than clonin sheep

    Just understand, I dub this for my weeples

    More hair on my face than my daddy do (daddy do)

    I guess it's them steroids that they been puttin in our food (in our food)

    Shit the man behind the counter at the liquor store asked him for ID

    before he get to askin me and if he ask me for ID then I'ma get

    ?? bitch to use some of that swindlin ass fast-fast talkin

    con man ?? in the ghetto urban reverse psychology

    Niggaz got it tough out here; tough out here, it's rough

    Niggaz got it rough out here; nigga out here it's tough



    Chorus: E-40 (repeat 2X)



    Let's hit the weed spot, let's hit the L.I.Q.

    Let's hit the liquor sto', let's hit the L.I.Q.

    Let's hit the house party, let's hit the L.I.Q.

    "Pull up sideways, doin about a buck-fifty"



    [E-40]

    "Hello my friend!" Whassuper dude?

    Give me a pack of sunflower seeds

    and a box of larger size Magnum rubbers

    A generic lemon squeeze lime juice

    and a bottle of Goldschlager

    A pack of licorice, lick-em-and-lock-em Zig-Zags

    a hard boiled egg and a pickled pig feet (pickled pigs feet)

    Shit I gotta do as much fuckin and partyin as I can

    I gotta go turn myself in next week (BEOTCH)

    I'm up all night - playawhatchagonnabedoin?

    Up in somebody's ?? layin pipe

    Bitchbetalkinaboutsuin and try to accuse yo' ass of rape;

    cause you rap

    Sa' HOE, I ain't even tryin to entertain that

    See I dip in mo' holes than a golf ball

    Pussy fallin all out of my Granada

    Squabs in Kansas City, squabs in Colorado

    Learned how to pop my collar in the city where they shot The Mack

    Dem were some of the players that helped tie my shoes and lace me

    name was Curtis and B.O.

    Well whaddya know? Doo doo dirt clucks ??

    Messy and tap that ass fool we in hella mo' (BEOTCH)

    Bitch-ass niggaz like B-Legit and ?? ??

    and Mac-Shon, mack D-Shot and Lil' Bruce - BEOTCH!



    Chorus



    [E-40]

    On the dope track where the bassheads be comin through

    I see more killings and more hop than the kangaroo

    My baby's momma she stink, she on that glass dick

    Be crawlin all on the RUG lookin for that shit!

    Hogan High School prom queen right?

    On her hands and knees pickin up lint and anything that's white

    That's how you can tell that a dopefiend's gone psycho

    when they get to hah.. lookin all out the curtains with they high beams

    On the corner, be that dice game unfoldin (what happened?)

    One of my dudes, SERIOUSLY, he rollin

    then a couple of fools pull up and went for theirs a-course

    with intentions of splittin my wig but it wound up gettin reversed

    I left they kite flyin, down for the grind, witnesses dissolve

    A prime example of bad karma, Murphy's Law

    If you gon' be a fool then be a fool, shit

    But just know when to act a fool and who to act a fool with!



    Chorus



    [E-40] Hoeeeeeeeeee! SHIT!

    "I don't care, call the cops.."

    Mob shit

    "I don't care, call the cops.."

    Mob shit'll never fall

    Mob shit gon' always sell through, smell that?

    What mob shit do?

    "I don't care, call the cops.."

    All mob shit do is quadruple

    I'm in this bitch, irkin like a motherfucker

    "I don't care, call the cops.."

    Fuckin shit, BEOTCH!

    "I don't care, call the cops.."

    Yeah that's that shit

    "I don't care, call the cops.."

    See that's that shit that get a nigga krunk, right there

    That's that shit that'll get a nigga buck, on they hoe ass

    Mobb that shit out nigga!

    Bosko, mobb that shit - they ain't knowin

    Oooo-eeee-oooh, see I spit that shit too look here

    Oooo-eeee-oooh, make the shit go like this here

    Oooo-eeee-oooh...

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