Fuckin' They Nose - E-40



Letra de Fuckin' They Nose, canción donde E-40 interpreta uno de los temas que más suenan en el albúm Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire. Si te gusta la buena musica y te apasiona conocer letras de canciones de E-40 no te pierdas este single llamado Fuckin' They Nose, no querras parar de escucharlo.

Letra Fuckin' They Nose - E-40

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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 fu*kwith
Bosco (Fuckin with Bosco) You smell me?
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn
sinister Sssshit, BEOTCH! Chorus: (all)
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 fu*kif 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!) 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 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
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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 Chorus w/
variations 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" 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 ass
Flamboastin, straight out of Vallel' but
I got this mack game, comin from Oakland
Niggaz love me, I'm a boss *I'm a boss)
My accountant Keith say that I should
lease but see I'm ethnic, FUCK 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
Bumpin 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 Fuck around and got my vehicle
impounded Shit BEOTCH, fuck, Elroy's
roughed me up Them bitches knew I had
power cause I got out within a month
Chorus w/ variations (ad libs to fade)
Letra Fuckin' They Nose Lyrics
Insertada: Anonimo

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