E-40 - L. I. Q. Lyrics
[e-40]Mobb that shit out nigga!Bosko, mobb that shit, beyotch!Mobb shit (mobb shit)We invented this shit (whatd we do? )Boy I helped pioneer thisBoy I helped pioneer this.... hoe beotch!Im irkin; head spinnin dome swervinEmergin to the right to the left, see three, hallucinatinStoned aint got a lick but a bra protection on my phoneTherefore thatll make it this that much easierFor anybody with a computer that got the right data informationSoftware to clone, clone it off the streets - how much?Basshead dis down playa price boy a hundred piece (hundred piece)Shit I dont figure dat dere aint no mo worse than clonin sheepJust understand, I dub this for my weeplesMore hair on my face than my daddy do (daddy do)I guess its them steroids that they been puttin in our food (in our food)Shit the man behind the counter at the liquor store asked him for idBefore he get to askin me and if he ask me for Id then ima get? ? ***** to use some of that swindlin ass fast-fast talkinCon man ? ? in the ghetto urban reverse psychologyNiggaz got it tough out here; tough out here, its roughNiggaz got it rough out here; nigga out here its toughChorus: e-40 (repeat 2x)Lets hit the weed spot, lets hit the l.i.q.Lets hit the liquor sto, lets hit the l.i.q.Lets hit the house party, lets hit the l.i.q.Pull up sideways, doin about a buck-fifty[e-40]Hello my friend! whassuper dude?Give me a pack of sunflower seedsAnd a box of larger size magnum rubbersA generic lemon squeeze lime juiceAnd a bottle of goldschlagerA pack of licorice, lick-em-and-lock-em zig-zagsA hard boiled egg and them pickled pig feet (pickled pigs feet)Shit I gotta do as much *****in and partyin as I canI gotta go turn myself in next week (beotch)Im up all night - playawhatchagonnabedoin?Up in somebodys ? ? layin pipe*****betalkinaboutsuin and try to accuse yo ass of rape;Cause you rapSa hoe, I aint even tryin to entertain thatSee I dip in mo holes than a golf ball***** fallin all out of my granadaSquabs in kansas city, squabs in coloradoLearned how to pop my collar in the city where they shot the mackDem were some of the players that helped tie my shoes and lace meName was curtis and b.o.Well whaddya know? doo doo dirt clucks ? ?Messy and tap that ass fool we in hella mo (beotch)*****-ass niggaz like b-legit and ? ? ? ?And mac-shon, mack d-shot and lil bruce - beotch!Chorus[e-40]On the dope track where the bassheads be comin throughI see more killings and more hop than the kangarooMy babys momma she sick, she on that glass dickBe crawlin all on the rug lookin for that shit!Hogan high school prom queen right?On her hands and knees pickin up lint and anything thats whiteThats how you can tell that a dopefiends gone psychoWhen they get to hah.. lookin all out the curtains with they high beamsOn the corner, be that dice game unfoldin (what happened? )One of my dudes, seriously, he rollinThen a couple of fools pull up and went for theirs a-courseWith intentions of splittin my wig but it wound up gettin reversedI left they kite flyin, down for the grind, witnesses dissolveA prime example of bad karma, murphys lawIf you gon be a fool then be a fool, shitBut just know when to act a fool and who to act a fool with!Chorus[e-40] hoeeeeeeeeee! shit!I dont care, call the cops..Mob shitI dont care, call the cops..Mob shitll never fallMob shit gon always sell through, smell that?What mob shit do?I dont care, call the cops..All mob shit do is quadrupleIm in this *****, irkin like a mother*****erI dont care, call the cops..*****in shit, beotch!I dont care, call the cops..Yeah thats that shitI dont care, call the cops..See thats that shit that get a nigga krunk, right thereThats that shit thatll get a nigga buck, on they hoe assMobb that shit out nigga!Bosko, mobb that shit - they aint knowinOooo-eeee-oooh, see I spit that shit too look hereOooo-eeee-oooh, make the shit go like this hereOooo-eeee-oooh...
