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e 40 - fuckin' they nose lyrics

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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 sh-t in bulk
y’know in volumes
y’know like costco? we f-ck with bosco
(f-ckin with bosco) you smell me?
it’s that mob sh-t n-gg-, so d-mn sinister
ssssh-t, beotch!

chorus: {all}

f-ckin they nose like this
[t] your nose, f-ckin your nose like this
[e] like that? [t] it’s like that
[e] like this!
f-ckin they nose like this
[t] it’s like this
[e] like that? [t] like that
[e] like this! (weeee, beeee)
f-ckin they nose like this
[t] your nose, f-ckin your nose like this
[e] like that? [t] it’s like that
[e] like this!
f-ckin 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, n-gg- shady bring the worst out
black beretta put the thirst out
see i’m rollin in my truck, d-ck hardest to f-ck
hit a block, and let the b-tch blow on my sock
i got b-ss rock tips, red-nose t-ts
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 f-ck 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 f-ckin they nose, like this (beeotch!)

chorus w/ minor variations

[suga t]
these b-tches in compet-tion (what what)
but ain’t gon’ bust a grape in a food fight
and n-gg-, you blowin hot air
i don’t care, i keep a spare square
b-tches better beware, run up i dare you
suga t the boss b-tch, hittin switches
mobbin old school then beatin down b-tches
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
f-ckin 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 b-tches 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 wh-r-s
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 f-ckin they nose like this

chorus w/ variations

f-ckin 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
f-ckin 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 -ss
flamboastin, straight out of vallel’
but i got this mack game, comin from oakland
n-gg-z love me, i’m a boss -i’m a boss)
my accountant keith say that i should lease
but see i’m ethnic, f-ck 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
b-mpin 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
f-ck around and got my vehicle impounded
sh-t beotch, f-ck, elroy’s roughed me up
them b-tches knew i had power cause i got out within a month

chorus w/ variations

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