l.i.q. lyrics – e-40

mobb that sh*t out n*gg*
bosko, mobb that sh*t, beotch
mobb sh*t
(mobb sh*t)
we invented this sh*t
(what’d we do?)
boy i helped pioneer this
boy i helped pioneer this
hoe beotch

i’m irkin’, head spinnin’ dome swervin’
emergin’ to the right to the left, see three, hallucinatin’
stoned ain’t got a lick but a bra protection on my phone
therefore that’ll make it this that much easier
for anybody with a computer that got the right data information

software to clone, clone it off the streets how much?
b*ss head dis down playa price boy a hundred piece
(hundred piece)
sh*t i don’t figure dat dere ain’t no mo’ worse than clonin’ sheep
just understand, i dub this for my weepies

more hair on my face than my daddy do
(daddy do)
i guess it’s them steroids that they been puttin’ in our food
(in our food)
sh*t the man behind the counter at the liquor store asked him for id
before he get to askin’ me and if he ask me for id

then i’ma get [incomprehensible] b*tch
to use some of that swindlin’ *ss fast-fast talkin’
con man [incomprehensible] in the ghetto urban reverse psychology
n*gg*z got it tough out here, tough out here, it’s rough
n*gg*z got it rough out here, n*gg* out here, it’s tough

let’s h*t the weed spot, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
let’s h*t the liquor sto’, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
let’s h*t the house party, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
pull up sideways, doin’ about a buck-fifty

let’s h*t the weed spot, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
let’s h*t the liquor sto’, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
let’s h*t the house party, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
pull up sideways, doin’ about a buck-fifty

h*llo my friend, wh*ssuper dude?
give me a pack of sunflower seeds
and a box of larger size magnum rubbers
a generic lemon squeeze lime juice and a bottle of goldschlager

a pack of licorice, lick ’em and lock ’em zig-zags
a hard boiled egg and them pickled pig feet
(pickled pigs feet)
sh*t i gotta do as much f*ckin’ and partyin’ as i can
i gotta go turn myself in next week
(beotch)

i’m up all night, playa what chagonna be doin’
up in somebody’s [incomprehensible] layin’ pipe
b*tch be talkin’ about suin’ and try to accuse yo’ *ss of rape
’cause you rap sa’ hoe, i ain’t even tryin’ to entertain that

see i dip in mo’ holes than a golf ball
p*ssy fallin’ all out of my granada
squabs in kansas city, squabs in colorado
learned how to pop my collar in the city where they shot the mack
dem were some of the players that helped tie my shoes and lace me
name was curtis and b.o.

well whaddya know? doo doo dirt clucks [incomprehensible]
messy and tap that *ss fool we in h*lla mo’
(beotch)
b*tch-*ss n*gg*z like b-legit and [incomprehensible]
and mac-shon, mack d-shot and lil’ bruce, beotch

let’s h*t the weed spot, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
let’s h*t the liquor sto’, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
let’s h*t the house party, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
pull up sideways, doin’ about a buck-fifty

let’s h*t the weed spot, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
let’s h*t the liquor sto’, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
let’s h*t the house party, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
pull up sideways, doin’ about a buck-fifty

on the dope track where the b*ss heads be comin’ through
i see more killings and more hop than the kangaroo
my baby’s momma she sick, she on that gl*ss d*ck
be crawlin’ all on the rug lookin’ for that sh*t

hogan high school prom queen right?
on her hands and knees pickin’ up lint and anything that’s white
that’s how you can tell that a dope fiend’s gone psycho
when they get to hah lookin’ all out the curtains with they high beams

on the corner, be that dice game unfoldin’
(what happened?)
one of my dudes, seriously, he rollin’
then a couple of fools pull up and went for theirs a-course
with intentions of splittin’ my wig but it wound up gettin’ reversed

i left they kite flyin’, down for the grind, witnesses dissolve
(dissolve)
a prime example of bad karma, murphy’s law
(murphy’s law)
if you gon’ be a fool then be a fool, sh*t
but just know when to act a fool and who to act a fool with

let’s h*t the weed spot, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
let’s h*t the liquor sto’, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
let’s h*t the house party, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
pull up sideways, doin’ about a buck-fifty

let’s h*t the weed spot, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
let’s h*t the liquor sto’, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
let’s h*t the house party, let’s h*t the l.i.q.
pull up sideways, doin’ about a buck-fifty

hoe sh*t
i don’t care, call the cops
mob sh*t
i don’t care, call the cops

mob sh*t’ll never fall
mob sh*t gon’ always sell through, smell that?
what mob sh*t do?
i don’t care, call the cops

all mob sh*t do is quadruple
i’m in this b*tch, irkin’ like a motherf*cker
i don’t care, call the cops
f*ckin’ sh*t, beotch

i don’t care, call the cops
yeah that’s that sh*t
i don’t care, call the cops

see that’s that sh*t that get a n*gg* krunk, right there
that’s that sh*t that’ll get a n*gg* buck, on they hoe *ss
mobb that sh*t out n*gg*
bosko, mobb that sh*t they ain’t knowin’

see i spit that sh*t too look here
make the sh*t go like this here

/ e 40 lyrics