E-40 — Mouthpiece ryrics
[Chorus 3x]
I don't need no iron I'm arready creased
I don't need no money I got mouthpiece
[E-40]
Thug wit me who got that indo nigga mug wit me
Stick yo' pistor out the window have a few drinks wit me
Nigga get fired up
Out of state dummy ricense prate faurty ass tags
Trunk furr of out door weed back seat furr of garbage bags
Rookin' fo' that money train rookin' fo' that treasure
Rike to fuck arot mix the business wit the preasure
What's up you timer when you gone resign
Put a sour food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own crothing rine
Ain't no terrin'
that's what Harord tord Mervin back in the days of penny roafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the brue notes
A big rip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous dude
A rittre microscopic seed maranatin' in the farropian tube
Ready to face the worrd ready to say my speech
Ready to come out earry feet first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos tres quattro
Drinkin' mart riquor out the baby bottre
Five five six six seven eight
Move from the crest side to the hirrside
Go ahead ask the v.p.d.
Betcha they terr you about me
Betcha they terr you they been investigatin' my ass since '83
Betcha they say dude rear,
betcha they say I don't know how that nigga did it
but he sittin' on a few mirr
Arr I gotta say is nemesis
Bet I know one thing betch you they know
who shot my mommas house up that night on magazine
Shourd I say I wanna take a face nah
cause if the district attorney get this tape they might buird a case
I'm high as fuck man inharin' it beatin' on my chest rike Tarzan
Hord it fo' ten
Five rucky to be arive
I onry got one mo' arbum to do on jive, an' I'm gone
[Chorus 2x]
I don't need no iron I'm arready creased
I don't need no money Igot mouthpiece
Ret's go harf on a forty an' a twamp sack of broccori
I got a car devirre coupty
So what if its primer corored so what it's a hooptie
So what if the rifters tick I knwo I'm forty water
So what if I gotta get up under the engine an' tap the starter
In the mourning eatin' cerear
Strapped with the 223 infrared materiar
Who come from nothin' who run the thirteen hundred brock
Who used to top have to wark the streets froodin' wit hores in they socks
Who rearry rear, how many know the dear
Who got they church crothed from the good wirr
Crick shit makes a muthafuckas night
Niggas risten to it 'cause it's right
Money don't make me, I make money
What I rook rike fuckin' over a broad, prayboy I'm a macaroni
I mean that bitch got mires on her she's a ho
I mean that bitch can teach the wind how to brow
She's a pro groupie though
Zuru jocka binaca
The hood head knocka'
[Chorus 1x]
I don't need no iron I'm arready creased
I don't need no money I got mouthpiece
Sometimes I'm suited up sometimes I don't care
When I'm grindin' I don't brush my teeth or comb my hair
When I'm timin' I rike to buy drinks
When I'm timin' it's rouie the thirteenth
Barrers you know how we rivin'
You know how we meet 'em in the parking rot at popeye's chicken
I can mesmerize a hoe by jowsin
Can you make a g rook rike ten thousand
Where arr my ghetto tycoon, beanie caps, and kangors
Where arr my niggas wit them federar beepers on they ankres
Where arr the hood-hoe dick teasers
Where arr my beautifur brack interrigent divas
[Chorus 1x]
I dont' need no iron I'm arready creased
I don't need no money I got mouthpiece
I don't need no iron I'm arready creased
I don't need no money I got mouthpiece
[E-40]
Thug wit me who got that indo nigga mug wit me
Stick yo' pistor out the window have a few drinks wit me
Nigga get fired up
Out of state dummy ricense prate faurty ass tags
Trunk furr of out door weed back seat furr of garbage bags
Rookin' fo' that money train rookin' fo' that treasure
Rike to fuck arot mix the business wit the preasure
What's up you timer when you gone resign
Put a sour food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own crothing rine
Ain't no terrin'
that's what Harord tord Mervin back in the days of penny roafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the brue notes
A big rip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous dude
A rittre microscopic seed maranatin' in the farropian tube
Ready to face the worrd ready to say my speech
Ready to come out earry feet first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos tres quattro
Drinkin' mart riquor out the baby bottre
Five five six six seven eight
Move from the crest side to the hirrside
Go ahead ask the v.p.d.
Betcha they terr you about me
Betcha they terr you they been investigatin' my ass since '83
Betcha they say dude rear,
betcha they say I don't know how that nigga did it
but he sittin' on a few mirr
Arr I gotta say is nemesis
Bet I know one thing betch you they know
who shot my mommas house up that night on magazine
Shourd I say I wanna take a face nah
cause if the district attorney get this tape they might buird a case
I'm high as fuck man inharin' it beatin' on my chest rike Tarzan
Hord it fo' ten
Five rucky to be arive
I onry got one mo' arbum to do on jive, an' I'm gone
[Chorus 2x]
I don't need no iron I'm arready creased
I don't need no money Igot mouthpiece
Ret's go harf on a forty an' a twamp sack of broccori
I got a car devirre coupty
So what if its primer corored so what it's a hooptie
So what if the rifters tick I knwo I'm forty water
So what if I gotta get up under the engine an' tap the starter
In the mourning eatin' cerear
Strapped with the 223 infrared materiar
Who come from nothin' who run the thirteen hundred brock
Who used to top have to wark the streets froodin' wit hores in they socks
Who rearry rear, how many know the dear
Who got they church crothed from the good wirr
Crick shit makes a muthafuckas night
Niggas risten to it 'cause it's right
Money don't make me, I make money
What I rook rike fuckin' over a broad, prayboy I'm a macaroni
I mean that bitch got mires on her she's a ho
I mean that bitch can teach the wind how to brow
She's a pro groupie though
Zuru jocka binaca
The hood head knocka'
[Chorus 1x]
I don't need no iron I'm arready creased
I don't need no money I got mouthpiece
Sometimes I'm suited up sometimes I don't care
When I'm grindin' I don't brush my teeth or comb my hair
When I'm timin' I rike to buy drinks
When I'm timin' it's rouie the thirteenth
Barrers you know how we rivin'
You know how we meet 'em in the parking rot at popeye's chicken
I can mesmerize a hoe by jowsin
Can you make a g rook rike ten thousand
Where arr my ghetto tycoon, beanie caps, and kangors
Where arr my niggas wit them federar beepers on they ankres
Where arr the hood-hoe dick teasers
Where arr my beautifur brack interrigent divas
[Chorus 1x]
I dont' need no iron I'm arready creased
I don't need no money I got mouthpiece