E-40, The Click - Fuckin' They Nose lyrics

Let's make it happen
Mhm 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
Fuckin they nose like this
Fuckin they nose like this
Fuckin they nose 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 tit's


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)

Fuckin they nose like this
Fuckin they nose like this
Fuckin they nose like this
Fuckin they nose like this

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

Fuckin they nose like this
Fuckin they nose like this
Fuckin they nose like this
FuckIN THEY NOSE LIKE THIS
Aowwww, aowwww, I can feel it when you talk

Even when you walk won't you sprinkle me
Just thank you, thank you
FuckIN THEY NOSE LIKE THIS
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
Niggas 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

Fuckin they nose like this
Fuckin they nose like this
Fuckin they nose like this
Fuckin they nose like this