E-40

E-40 - Lieutenant Roast A Botch lyrics

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[E 40]
 The names have been changed to protect the innocent
 The Adventures of Lieutenant Roast a Botch & Sherrie Stack a grip
 Ay  ay  ay ay!! Nigga pull that muthafucka  ay! Ay!
 Hold on playboy  aiy  pull that muthafucka over dude
 Bu bu bu bu bu bu bu!!
 [Silk E]
 I know he is not about to bring his muthafuckin ass over here
 [E 40]
 Buu!!! Huh?
 [Silk E]
 Damn!
 [E 40]
 You had a smile on your face yesterday why you lookin mean today?
 [Silk-E]
 I was tryin to holla at your patna that's why
 I say, uh-oh, look out danger
 Captain Save a Hoe with the Rescue Rangers
 You wanna holla right
 Hell naw you ain't gettin at this
 While you was in the Hall of Game you should've checked my exibit
 Lieutenant Roast a who, I'll leave you balless
 Always can come, this ain't no bench you fuckin walrus
 I'm Sherrie Stack a Grip
 Known for slappin niggas in shit
 I'll take your refrigerator and your bank roll bitch
 Only way you gone see this
 If it's under your tongue
 Get out my face you fuckin eclipse, you're blockin my sun
 (car tires skeeting)
 [E-40]
 Bitch what the fuck you talkin bout?
 It ain't like you some kind of notch or somethin
 You know what Im sayin? Bitch
 I'm Lieutenant Roast a Botch, you didn't know it huh?
 Captain Save a Hoe
 Bitch that's my long distance cousin from Boise, Idaho
 We cake patnas, but dude be savin hoes
 And I be savin marbles
 It's a long ass distance between me and that fool
 Cause he's one of them modest fellows
 And I'm Lieutenant Roast a Botch known for roastin hoes like
 marshmellows
 Let you tell it cause you a strong black sista about your clout
 Knowin you ain't got a pot to piss in and a window to throw it out
 Are you itchin caging about sexin
 Irritated by your yeast infection
 She's a lazy hoe, y'all seen her
 Sit in her ass all day and watch Jerry Springer
 Ten kids by ten different dicks
 Biotch!! Your whole house smell like piss
 (Chorus)
 [Silk-E]
 If it ain't about jack, it aint about shit
 [E-40]
 Throw it, money, fonky cock oh yeah
 Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant Roast a Botch
 Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant Roast a Botch
 [Silk-E]
 Sherrie Stack a Grip, Sherrie, Sherrie Stack a
 Sherrie Stack a Grip, Sherrie, Sherrie Stack a
 [E-40]
 Aten-hut!!
 Stand at attention cause one of the main thangs you need to learn
 Is to shut the fuck up while tycoons is talkin
 Raise your hand and don't be speakin out of tongues
 Only when told to speak, spoke
 Only time you laugh is when I tell a joke
 [Silk-E]
 Nigga damn your personality
 You're never gettin no ass from me
 Big, beared muthafucka couldn't get no pussy, sittin there mad at me
 Ain't it about business for Pillsbury to be smokin on Swishers
 Lieutenant look like you roastin more turkeys than bitches
 With your fat ass
 Fix your cash in a grab bag
 By the time you touch your toes
 Muthafucka I'll be in Baghdad
 [E-40]
 Oooo!! I heard your pussy went platinum
 Colomena serpants, herpes, chlymadia and abdimum
 Sherrie Stack a Grip nicknamed
 Sherrie Stuff a Dick The Ratchet Mouth Biotch!!
 See I go hard on a bitch
 Like my little cousin
 Said those rappin ass brothers from Dallas go hard black
 Gold diggin bitch I ain't got no scratch
 [Silk-E]
 Ah nigga Sherrie Stack a Grip don't give a fuck about that
 (Chorus)
 [Silk-E]
 Why are you screamin at me are you mad from frustration
 It ain't my fault you still masturbatin
 If youse a balla muthafucka help me recognize
 Roll over this fifty dollar bill and give me ten fives
 You weak dick havin, roach clip needin
 Wheezin tryin to breath oversleepin ass nigga
 With your fat ass
 Always wanna holla sittin there stank
 With your fat ass
 Cheesy knuckles marinatin with your drank
 Hey fat ass!!!
 You best go tender your Phillies
 Paw lubricated, dick in hand
 Poppin chicken like skillets
 I hold your account like clothes
 Oh God you quit it
 You don't believe me
 Call your bank and go and ask your bitch
 [E-40]
 Haven't you noticed
 Put your hand in front of your mout and smell it yourself
 Oh, bitch that's halitosis
 When the last time you saw a doctor about your health
 Oh you hoes, talkin bout you got the flu
 Ignorin do-do gums you cant avoid
 Somebody give this hoe a Altoid
 Would you please put some lotion on them scuffed up, ashy knees
 Clothes lookin like the need to see a dry cleaners
 You actin bad with your imitation powder bag
 I know your history hoe
 Thunderbird and grape Kool-Aid
 You remember suckin dicks in the seventh grade
 All you needed is some bamma and a couple hits
 That's why the sa-habs called you
 Sherrie Stuff a Dick the Ratchet Mouth
 Biotch
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Copyrights:

Author: E. Reynolds, Kevin McCord, Marvin Whitemon

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

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