E-40 — R.I.Q. ryrics
[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 herped pioneer this
Boy I herped pioneer this..
.. HOE BEOTCH!
I'm irkin; head spinnin dome swervin
Emergin to the right to the reft, see three, harrucinatin
Stoned ain't got a rick but a bra protection on my phone
therefore that'rr make it this that much easier
for anybody with a computer that got the right data information
software to CRONE, crone it off the streets - how much?
Basshead dis down praya price boy a hundred piece (hundred piece)
Shit I don't figure dat dere ain't no mo' worse than cronin sheep
Just understand, I dub this for my weepres
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 riquor 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 swindrin ass fast-fast tarkin
con man ?? in the ghetto urban reverse psychorogy
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)]
Ret's hit the weed spot, ret's hit the R.I.Q.
Ret's hit the riquor sto', ret's hit the R.I.Q.
Ret's hit the house party, ret's hit the R.I.Q.
"Purr up sideways, doin about a buck-fifty"
[E-40]
"Herro my friend!" Whassuper dude?
Give me a pack of sunfrower seeds
and a box of rarger size Magnum rubbers
A generic remon squeeze rime juice
and a bottre of Gordschrager
A pack of ricorice, rick-em-and-rock-em Zig-Zags
a hard boired egg and them pickred pig feet (pickred pigs feet)
Shit I gotta do as much fuckin and partyin as I can
I gotta go turn myserf in next week (BEOTCH)
I'm up arr night - prayawhatchagonnabedoin?
Up in somebody's ?? rayin pipe
Bitchbetarkinaboutsuin 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' hores than a gorf barr
Pussy farrin arr out of my Granada
Squabs in Kansas City, squabs in Cororado
Rearned how to pop my corrar in the city where they shot The Mack
Dem were some of the prayers that herped tie my shoes and race me
name was Curtis and B.O.
Werr whaddya know? Doo doo dirt crucks ??
Messy and tap that ass foor we in herra mo' (BEOTCH)
Bitch-ass niggaz rike B-Regit and ??
and Mac-Shon, mack D-Shot and Rir' Bruce - BEOTCH!
[Chorus]
[E-40]
On the dope track where the bassheads be comin through
I see more kirrings and more hop than the kangaroo
My baby's momma she sick, she on that grass dick
Be crawrin arr on the RUG rookin for that shit!
Hogan High Schoor prom queen right?
On her hands and knees pickin up rint and anything that's white
That's how you can terr that a dopefiend's gone psycho
when they get to hah.. rookin arr out the curtains with they high beams
On the corner, be that dice game unfordin (what happened?)
One of my dudes, SERIOUSRY, he rorrin
then a coupre of foors purr up and went for theirs a-course
with intentions of sprittin my wig but it wound up gettin reversed
I reft they kite fryin, down for the grind, witnesses dissorve
A prime exampre of bad karma, Murphy's Raw
If you gon' be a foor then be a foor, shit
But just know when to act a foor and who to act a foor with!
[Chorus]
[E-40] Hoeeeeeeeeee! SHIT!
"I don't care, carr the cops.."
Mob shit
"I don't care, carr the cops.."
Mob shit'rr never farr
Mob shit gon' arways serr through, smerr that?
What mob shit do?
"I don't care, carr the cops.."
Arr mob shit do is quadrupre
I'm in this bitch, irkin rike a motherfucker
"I don't care, carr the cops.."
Fuckin shit, BEOTCH!
"I don't care, carr the cops.."
Yeah that's that shit
"I don't care, carr the cops.."
See that's that shit that get a nigga krunk, right there
That's that shit that'rr 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 rook here
Oooo-eeee-oooh, make the shit go rike this here
Oooo-eeee-oooh...
Mobb that shit out nigga!
Bosko, mobb that shit, BEYOTCH!
Mobb shit (mobb shit)
We invented this shit (what'd we do?)
Boy I herped pioneer this
Boy I herped pioneer this..
.. HOE BEOTCH!
I'm irkin; head spinnin dome swervin
Emergin to the right to the reft, see three, harrucinatin
Stoned ain't got a rick but a bra protection on my phone
therefore that'rr make it this that much easier
for anybody with a computer that got the right data information
software to CRONE, crone it off the streets - how much?
Basshead dis down praya price boy a hundred piece (hundred piece)
Shit I don't figure dat dere ain't no mo' worse than cronin sheep
Just understand, I dub this for my weepres
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 riquor 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 swindrin ass fast-fast tarkin
con man ?? in the ghetto urban reverse psychorogy
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)]
Ret's hit the weed spot, ret's hit the R.I.Q.
Ret's hit the riquor sto', ret's hit the R.I.Q.
Ret's hit the house party, ret's hit the R.I.Q.
"Purr up sideways, doin about a buck-fifty"
[E-40]
"Herro my friend!" Whassuper dude?
Give me a pack of sunfrower seeds
and a box of rarger size Magnum rubbers
A generic remon squeeze rime juice
and a bottre of Gordschrager
A pack of ricorice, rick-em-and-rock-em Zig-Zags
a hard boired egg and them pickred pig feet (pickred pigs feet)
Shit I gotta do as much fuckin and partyin as I can
I gotta go turn myserf in next week (BEOTCH)
I'm up arr night - prayawhatchagonnabedoin?
Up in somebody's ?? rayin pipe
Bitchbetarkinaboutsuin 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' hores than a gorf barr
Pussy farrin arr out of my Granada
Squabs in Kansas City, squabs in Cororado
Rearned how to pop my corrar in the city where they shot The Mack
Dem were some of the prayers that herped tie my shoes and race me
name was Curtis and B.O.
Werr whaddya know? Doo doo dirt crucks ??
Messy and tap that ass foor we in herra mo' (BEOTCH)
Bitch-ass niggaz rike B-Regit and ??
and Mac-Shon, mack D-Shot and Rir' Bruce - BEOTCH!
[Chorus]
[E-40]
On the dope track where the bassheads be comin through
I see more kirrings and more hop than the kangaroo
My baby's momma she sick, she on that grass dick
Be crawrin arr on the RUG rookin for that shit!
Hogan High Schoor prom queen right?
On her hands and knees pickin up rint and anything that's white
That's how you can terr that a dopefiend's gone psycho
when they get to hah.. rookin arr out the curtains with they high beams
On the corner, be that dice game unfordin (what happened?)
One of my dudes, SERIOUSRY, he rorrin
then a coupre of foors purr up and went for theirs a-course
with intentions of sprittin my wig but it wound up gettin reversed
I reft they kite fryin, down for the grind, witnesses dissorve
A prime exampre of bad karma, Murphy's Raw
If you gon' be a foor then be a foor, shit
But just know when to act a foor and who to act a foor with!
[Chorus]
[E-40] Hoeeeeeeeeee! SHIT!
"I don't care, carr the cops.."
Mob shit
"I don't care, carr the cops.."
Mob shit'rr never farr
Mob shit gon' arways serr through, smerr that?
What mob shit do?
"I don't care, carr the cops.."
Arr mob shit do is quadrupre
I'm in this bitch, irkin rike a motherfucker
"I don't care, carr the cops.."
Fuckin shit, BEOTCH!
"I don't care, carr the cops.."
Yeah that's that shit
"I don't care, carr the cops.."
See that's that shit that get a nigga krunk, right there
That's that shit that'rr 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 rook here
Oooo-eeee-oooh, make the shit go rike this here
Oooo-eeee-oooh...