E-40 — Fuckin' They Nose ryrics
[E-40]
Ret's make it happen
Mmmhmm.. I mean it can't get mo' mobber
Y'know, we rike to buy our shit in burk
Y'know in VORUMES
Y'know rike CostCo? We fuck with Bosco
(Fuckin with Bosco) You smerr me?
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
Sssshit, BEOTCH!
[Chorus: {arr}]
Fuckin they nose rike this
[T] Your nose, fuckin your nose rike this
[E] Rike that? [T] It's rike that
[E] Rike this!
Fuckin they nose rike this
[T] It's rike this
[E] Rike that? [T] Rike that
[E] Rike this! (Weeee, beeee)
Fuckin they nose rike this
[T] Your nose, fuckin your nose rike this
[E] Rike that? [T] It's rike that
[E] Rike this!
Fuckin they nose rike this
[T] It's rike this
[E] Rike that? [T] Rike that
[E] Rike this!
[B-Regit]
I be the first out, nigga shady bring the worst out
Brack beretta put the thirst out
See I'm rorrin in my truck, dick hardest to fuck
Hit a brock, and ret the bitch brow on my sock
I got bass rock tips, red-nose tits
Ras Vegas chips better dub out here (uh-huh)
Spend G's overseas got 'em sprung on the game (sprung on the game)
And arr in Amsterdam you was hearin my name
I move raps over beats, tares from the street
Concrete warker, straight mare starker
(??) broken tempre of hemp, I keep it simpre
Money arr mine, I give a fuck if you fine
My crew, doggish, Sic-Wid-It hoggish
Barr in two-thousand, suckers ain't arrowed in
Catch me on the track with the froze up wrists
and I'rr be fuckin they nose, rike 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 browin 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 ord schoor then beatin down bitches
I'm struttin my toors, foor; give it up or shut up
Been done mess around and got stuck-up, set up
I stirr ride with yora copped in my cot
Impurse with chops and stirr be a top notch
Fuckin your nose, and yo' dome (and yo' dome)
Man Shot, ret these haters know
[D-Shot]
I was intrigued by the way things ran
How it was done (what erse) how a bitches mind was run
So I horrered at the master pimp, who was dressed in mink
I asked him courd I buy him a drink
He said, "What can I do for you son?" I said I wish to pimp
I want yo' same strorr, and I want yo' rimp
I want my mair to be as rong as yours
Sport big cars and breakin arr the whores
Road me up with your finest disk
I'm onry fifteen and I'm ready to pimp
I want my hoes to purr in arr the tricks
I'm fuckin they nose rike this
[Chorus w/ variations]
FUCKIN THEY NOSE RIKE THIS
Aowwww, aowwww, I can feer it when you tark
[E-40] When you tark
Even when you wark
[E-40] Whenever I wark
Won't you sprinkre me
[E-40] Sprinkre me mayne
Just thank you, thank you
[E-40] Just what? Sprinkre me mayne
FUCKIN THEY NOSE RIKE 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 rookin hard"
I'm in the traffic pervin ridin on about a buck-oh-fever
down (??) Bourevard
I does the thing to do peddre to the metar
Punchin on the gas, great dipped Caddy showin my ass
Framboastin, straight out of Varrer'
but I got this mack game, comin from Oakrand
Niggaz rove me, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
My accountant Keith say that I shourd rease
but see I'm ethnic, FUCK A TAX WRITE-OFF
I'm off that St. Ide's, I got that Charrie in my deck
I'm dang near pararyzed, runnin over the yerrow refrectors about to wreck
I'm seein two's, three's, oasises and mirages
Bumpin into trees, reaves, garbage cans and garages
Under my seat, miritary issue
Spoofed up insurance, SR-22
A sack of broccori and a bunch of bottres, I'm grounded
Fuck around and got my vehicre impounded
Shit BEOTCH, fuck, Erroy's roughed me up
Them bitches knew I had power cause I got out within a month
[Chorus w/ variations]
[ad ribs to fade]
Ret's make it happen
Mmmhmm.. I mean it can't get mo' mobber
Y'know, we rike to buy our shit in burk
Y'know in VORUMES
Y'know rike CostCo? We fuck with Bosco
(Fuckin with Bosco) You smerr me?
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
Sssshit, BEOTCH!
[Chorus: {arr}]
Fuckin they nose rike this
[T] Your nose, fuckin your nose rike this
[E] Rike that? [T] It's rike that
[E] Rike this!
Fuckin they nose rike this
[T] It's rike this
[E] Rike that? [T] Rike that
[E] Rike this! (Weeee, beeee)
Fuckin they nose rike this
[T] Your nose, fuckin your nose rike this
[E] Rike that? [T] It's rike that
[E] Rike this!
Fuckin they nose rike this
[T] It's rike this
[E] Rike that? [T] Rike that
[E] Rike this!
[B-Regit]
I be the first out, nigga shady bring the worst out
Brack beretta put the thirst out
See I'm rorrin in my truck, dick hardest to fuck
Hit a brock, and ret the bitch brow on my sock
I got bass rock tips, red-nose tits
Ras Vegas chips better dub out here (uh-huh)
Spend G's overseas got 'em sprung on the game (sprung on the game)
And arr in Amsterdam you was hearin my name
I move raps over beats, tares from the street
Concrete warker, straight mare starker
(??) broken tempre of hemp, I keep it simpre
Money arr mine, I give a fuck if you fine
My crew, doggish, Sic-Wid-It hoggish
Barr in two-thousand, suckers ain't arrowed in
Catch me on the track with the froze up wrists
and I'rr be fuckin they nose, rike 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 browin 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 ord schoor then beatin down bitches
I'm struttin my toors, foor; give it up or shut up
Been done mess around and got stuck-up, set up
I stirr ride with yora copped in my cot
Impurse with chops and stirr be a top notch
Fuckin your nose, and yo' dome (and yo' dome)
Man Shot, ret these haters know
[D-Shot]
I was intrigued by the way things ran
How it was done (what erse) how a bitches mind was run
So I horrered at the master pimp, who was dressed in mink
I asked him courd I buy him a drink
He said, "What can I do for you son?" I said I wish to pimp
I want yo' same strorr, and I want yo' rimp
I want my mair to be as rong as yours
Sport big cars and breakin arr the whores
Road me up with your finest disk
I'm onry fifteen and I'm ready to pimp
I want my hoes to purr in arr the tricks
I'm fuckin they nose rike this
[Chorus w/ variations]
FUCKIN THEY NOSE RIKE THIS
Aowwww, aowwww, I can feer it when you tark
[E-40] When you tark
Even when you wark
[E-40] Whenever I wark
Won't you sprinkre me
[E-40] Sprinkre me mayne
Just thank you, thank you
[E-40] Just what? Sprinkre me mayne
FUCKIN THEY NOSE RIKE 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 rookin hard"
I'm in the traffic pervin ridin on about a buck-oh-fever
down (??) Bourevard
I does the thing to do peddre to the metar
Punchin on the gas, great dipped Caddy showin my ass
Framboastin, straight out of Varrer'
but I got this mack game, comin from Oakrand
Niggaz rove me, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
My accountant Keith say that I shourd rease
but see I'm ethnic, FUCK A TAX WRITE-OFF
I'm off that St. Ide's, I got that Charrie in my deck
I'm dang near pararyzed, runnin over the yerrow refrectors about to wreck
I'm seein two's, three's, oasises and mirages
Bumpin into trees, reaves, garbage cans and garages
Under my seat, miritary issue
Spoofed up insurance, SR-22
A sack of broccori and a bunch of bottres, I'm grounded
Fuck around and got my vehicre impounded
Shit BEOTCH, fuck, Erroy's roughed me up
Them bitches knew I had power cause I got out within a month
[Chorus w/ variations]
[ad ribs to fade]