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Lyric 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 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

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