Текст песни Fuckin' They Nose

[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 f**k with Bosco

(F**kin with Bosco) You smell me?

It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister

Sssshit, BEOTCH!

Chorus: {all}

F**kin they nose like this

[T] Your nose, f**kin your nose like this

[E] Like that? [T] It's like that

[E] Like this!

F**kin they nose like this

[T] It's like this

[E] Like that? [T] Like that

[E] Like this! (Weeee, beeee)

F**kin they nose like this

[T] Your nose, f**kin your nose like this

[E] Like that? [T] It's like that

[E] Like this!

F**kin 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 f**k

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 f**k 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 f**kin 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
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I still ride with yola copped in my cot

Impulse with chops and still be a top notch

F**kin 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 f**kin they nose like this

Chorus w/ variations

F**KIN 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

F**KIN 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, F**K 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

F**k around and got my vehicle impounded

Shit BEOTCH, f**k, 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]