E-40, Suga-T - Lace Me Up lyrics

Ahhh uHH, yeah, uhh! (UHH, yeah, yeah)
(Click Click, Click Click Click) yeah
Click shit oh boy (oh boy) Suga (oh boy)

Want me to tie yo' shoes? yeah (YEAHHH)
Want me to lace you? Lace me (lace me up)

Suga, I'm a man and believe me
Most men is faulty
They only out for one thang and
That's to get between them drawers
Now dere you go with that dry drama Captain
I know you mobbin
But why you tryin to stop my action?
Tear that off! You better
Get somewhere with that, you trippin
You know how long we been long range pimpin
I'm sayin, have a little class
I'm 'posed to break his ass right, right?
Den give up the ass!
Okay, let's go hit the pot
Watch 'em serve a knot and get
Two hundred off that cot
That's trill crack him for his change
Get off in his narrow mind, exercise yo' game
Like that? (Oh boy) So quick
They call me Suga Break-A Trick
You mean like Sherrie Stack-A-Grip?
Yeah ain't nuttin to it
Us females ball too - somebody gotta do it!

Want me to tie yo' shoes? yeah (YEAHHH)
Want me to lace you? Lace me (lace me up)

I got, three switchin beotches
Christine Irene and Dorene
Cleanin and clurvin, Listerine and chlorine
I got, trick willies
Kickin me down allowance buyin me clothes
That they can't even pronounce
I got, game - off the backboard i got
Materialistic shit most females can't afford
How bout - fame, money, cars
And (they love the way us "Rappers Ball")
But let me put you up
On these schemes females practice
Screw you real good and steal
The money underneath the mattress
You got to be an actress
It's conniving and cunning
We fake orgasms, and make 'em think we cuming
Okay dem some cool clues
I ain't gon' lie, you laced my tennis shoes
I'mma go back and tell all my dudes
Y'alls playin football with basketball rules
Jewels - our niggas, we make 'em
Buy engagement rings and give ultimatums
But see Suga you ain't dealin
With no square ass figure
They call me Earl I can
Show 'em the newest way
To play the oldest game in the world
I ain't never been one to be
Suckin up to no chick
My grandaddy told me to whip the pussy
Don't let the pussy be the whip

Want me to tie yo' shoes? yeah (YEAHHH)
Want me to lace you? Lace me (lace me up)

I tried to told you about a batch
(what they did?)
Hit yo' windows out with a bat and
Put yo' tires on the flat
Now we can be some skanless sneaky sly hoes
Burnin indo even though to' up from the flo'
I smell you cause I be hustlin
Tryin to make some mail
But my broad keep tryin to
Send me back to jail she caught you fuckin?
Yeah, now she holdin grudges
Took her keys and scratched up my Cutlass
You gotta watch us slick talkin bay
Area niggas off that gin
We'll fuck around and get drunk and
Run up in yo' best friend we pop bra straps
We pop collars we bout that scrilla scratch

It ain't gon' be no, "Fuck Faces
" no dick tasters without them big faces
(what I do?) He already tied my shoelaces

Want me to tie yo' shoes? yeah (YEAHHH)
Want me to lace you? Lace me (lace me up)
It is so enthusiastic to hear my mouthpiece
As I spoke upon the game
I promise you pimpin I am so open
To the public about these LRP's
Come on down, to my soil right?
And I can lace the tardy people up
I'm havin a tutorin class right?
And if you need to be tutored man
Come on down to Shoestrings'n'Things they'll
Lace you up real good
You underdig? The Pop Ya Collar Network
Up under the Bosses Will Be Bosses umbrella
And I promise you
My mouthpiece is so devestatin
And it can not be paralyzed
Man because I promise you
It ain't nothin but straight G-A-M-E
Comin up outta here pimpin oh boy, oh boy!