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    E-40

    Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire 1999 ©

    Fuckin' They Nose

    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 fuck with Bosco
    (Fuckin with Bosco) You smell me?
    It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
    Sssshit, BEOTCH!


    Fuckin they nose like this
    Your nose, fuckin your nose like this
    Like that? It's like that
    Like this!
    Fuckin they nose like this
    It's like this
    Like that? Like that
    Like this! (Weeee, beeee)
    Fuckin they nose like this
    Your nose, fuckin your nose like this
    Like that? It's like that
    Like this!
    Fuckin they nose like this
    It's like this
    Like that? Like that
    Like this!


    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 fuck 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 fuckin they nose, like this (BEEOTCH!)




    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 top notch
    Fuckin your nose, and yo' dome (and yo' dome)
    Man Shot, let these haters know


    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



    FUCKIN THEY NOSE LIKE THIS
    Aowwww, aowwww, I can feel it when you talk
    When you talk
    Even when you walk
    Whenever I walk
    Won't you sprinkle me
    Sprinkle me mayne
    Just thank you, thank you
    Just what? Sprinkle me mayne
    FUCKIN THEY NOSE LIKE THIS
    Uh-huh
    Just thank you, thank you


    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

    1999 ©




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