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[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!
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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!)
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[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
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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"
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