E-40 - Lace Me Up Lyrics
[e-40]Ahhh..Uhh, yeah, uhh! (uhh, yeah, yeah)(click click, click click click) yeah, click shitHomeboy (homeboy) suga (homeboy)Chorus: e-40, suga t (repeat 4x)[e] want me to tie yo shoes? [s] yeah (yeahhh)[e] want me to lace you? [s] lace me (lace me up!)[e] suga, Im a man and believe me, most men is faultyThey only out for one thang and thats to get between them drawers[s] now dere you go with that dry drama captainI know you mobbin, but why you tryin to stop my action?[e] tear that off! you better get somewhere with that, you trippin[s] you know how long we been long range pimpin[e] Im sayin, have a little class[s] Im posed to break his ass right, right?[e] den give up the ass![s] okay, lets go hit the potWatch em serve a knot and get two hundred off that cot[e] thats trill; crack him for his changeGet off in his narrow mind, exercise yo game[s] like that? (homeboy) so quickThey call me suga break-a-trick[e] you mean like sherrie stack-a-grip?[s] yeah; aint nuttin to itUs females ball too - somebody gotta do it!Chorus[e] I got, three switchin beotches, christine irene and doreneCleanin and clurvin, listerine and chlorine[s] I got, trick willies, kickin me down allowanceBuyin me clothes, that they cant even pronounce[e] I got, game - off the backboard[s] I got, materialistic shit most females cant afford[e] how bout - fame, money, carsAnd (they love the way us rappers ball)[s] but let me put you up on these schemes females practiceScrew you real good and steal the money underneath the mattressYou got to be an actress, its conniving and cunningWe fake orgasms, and make em think we cuming[e] okay; dem some cool cluesI aint gon lie, you laced my tennis shoesIma go back and tell all my dudesYalls playin football with basketball rules[s] jewels - our niggaz, we make emBuy engagement rings and give ultimatums[e] but see suga you aint dealin with no square ass figureThey call me earl; I can show em the newest wayTo play the oldest game in the worldI aint never been one to be suckin up to no chickMy grandaddy told me to whip the *****,Dont let the ***** be the whipChorus[s] I tried to told you about a batch (what they did? )Hit yo windows out with a bat and put yo tires on the flatNow we can be some skanless sneaky sly hoesBurnin indo even though to up from the flo[e] I smell you cause I be hustlin, tryin to make some mailBut my broad keep tryin to send me back to jail[s] she caught you *****in?[e] yeah, now she holdin grudgesTook her keys and scratched up my cutlassYou gotta watch us slick talkin bay area niggaz off that ginWell ***** around and get drunk and run up in yo best friend[s] we pop bra straps[e] we pop collars[s] we bout that scrilla scratch[e] we bout them dollars[s] it aint gon be no, ***** faces, no dick tastersWithout them big faces (what I do? ) he already tied my shoelacesChorus[e-40]It is so enthusiastic to hear my mouthpiece as I spoke upon the gameI promise you pimpin I am so open to the public about these lrpsCome on down, to my soil right?And I can lace the tardy people up, Im havin a tutorin class right?And if you need to be tutored man,Come on down to shoestringsnthings theyll lace you up real goodYou underdig? the pop ya collar networkUp under the bosses will be bosses umbrellaAnd I promise you, my mouthpiece is so devestatinAnd it can not be paralyzed man because I promise youIt aint nothin but straight g-a-m-e comin up outta here pimpinHomeboy, homeboy!
