E-40, Silk-E - Lieutenant Roast a Botch lyrics

The names have been changed
To protect the innocent
The Adventures of Lieutenant Roast a Botch
And Sherrie Stack a Grip

Ay, ay ay, ay nigga pull that motherfucker
Ay! Ay! Ay hold on playboy
Ay pull that motherfucker over dude
(Bu bu bu bu bu bu bu!)

I know he is not finna bring
His motherfuckin ass over here

Buu! Huh?

Damn!

You had a smile on your face
Yesterday why you lookin mean today?

I was tryin to holla at
Your potnah that's why

I say, uh oh, look out danger
Captain Save a Ho 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 exhibit
Lieutenant Roast a who
I'll leave you balless always can come
This ain't no beach you fuckin walrus
I'm Sherrie Stack a Grip
Known for slappin niggas'n shit
I'll take your refrigerator and
Your bank roll bitch
Only way you gon' see this
If it's under your tongue
Get out my face you fuckin eclipse
You're blockin my sun car tires skeeting

Bitch what the fuck you talkin bout?
It ain't like you some kind
Of notch or somethin
You know what I'm sayin? Bitch
I'm Lieutenant Roast a Botch
You ain't knowin huh?

Captain Save a Ho
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, can't think about sexin
Irritated by yo' yeast infection
She's a lazy ho - y'all seen her
Sit on her ass all day
And watch Jerry Springer
Ten kids and by ten different dicks - Biotch!
Your whole house smell like piss

Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant
Lieutenant Roast a Botch
Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant
Lieutenant Roast a Botch

Sherrie Stack a Grip, Sherrie
Sherrie Stack a
Sherrie Stack a Grip, Sherrie
Sherrie Stack a

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

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 mo'
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

Hoooooo! I heard your pussy went platinum
Cum all in the cervix
Herpes chlamydia in the abdomen
Sherrie Stack a Grip
Nicknamed Sherrie Stuff a Dick -
The Ratchet Mouth Biotch!
See I go hard on a batch (HARD)
Like my little cousin Sir Nose
Rappin ass brother from Dallas
Gold hard black - gold diggin batch
I ain't got no scratch

Ah nigga Sherrie Stack a Grip don't
Give a fuck about that

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

Haven't you noticed
Put your hand in front of your
Mouth and smell it yourself
Oh, bitch that's halitosis
When the last time you saw
A doctor about your health
See oh you hoes, talkin bout you got the flu
Ignorin do do breath you can't avoid
Somebody give this ho a Altoid
Would you please, put some lotion
On them scuffed up, ashy knees
Clothes lookin like they need to
See a dry cleaners you out there bad with
Your imitation Prada bag
I know your history ho
Thunderbird and grape Kool-Aid
You remember suckin dicks in
The seventh grade
All you needed is some bamma
And a couple hit's
That's why the sa habs called you
Sherrie Stuff a Dick the Ratchet Mouth Biotch

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