E-40 - L.I.Q. lyrics

Mobb that shit out nigga!
Bosko, mobb that shit, BEYOTCH!
Mobb shit (mobb shit)
We invented this shit (what'd we do?)
Boy, I helped pioneer this
Boy, I helped pioneer this hOE BEOTCH!

I'm irkin' head spinnin', dome swervin'
Emergin' to the right to the
Left, see three, hallucinatin', stoned
Ain't got a lick bit of
Fraud protection on my phone
Therefore, that'll make it this
That much easier
For anybody with a computer that
Got the right data information
Software to CLONE
Clone it off the streets - "how much?"
"Basehead, this down player price playboy
A hunnid piece" (hunnid piece)
Shit, I don't figure that that ain't


No more worse than clonin' sheeps
Just understand, I does this for my weeples
More hair on my face than my daddy do
(daddy do)
I guess it's them steroids that they
Been puttin' in our food (in our food)
Shit, the man behind the counter at the
Liquor store will ask him for ID
Before he get to askin' me and if he ask me
For ID then I'mma get pissed in the bitch
Some of that swindlin' ass fast-fast talkin'
Conman inner-city ghetto urban
Reverse psychology
Niggas got it tough out here tough out here
It's rough
Niggas got it rough out here nigga
Out here it's tough

Let's hit the weed spot, let's hit the LIQ
Let's hit the liquor sto', let's hit the LIQ
Let's hit the house party, let's hit the LIQ
"Pull up sideways, doin about a buck-fifty"

"Hello my friend!" Whassuper dude?
Give me a pack of sunflower seeds
And a box of larger size Magnum rubbers
A generic lemon squeeze lime juice
And a bottle of Goldschlager
A pack of licorice
Lick-em-and-lock-em Zig-Zags
A hard boiled egg and them pickled pig feet
(pickled pigs feet)
Shit I gotta do as much fuckin
And partyin as I can
I gotta go turn myself in next week (BEOTCH)
I'm up all night - playawhatchagonnabedoin?
Up in somebody's daughter layin pipe
Bitchbetalkinaboutsuin and try to accuse
Yo' ass of rape cause you rap
Sohab, I ain't even tryin to entertain that
See I dip in mo' holes than a golf ball
Pussy fallin all out of my Granada
Squabs in Kansas City, squabs in Colorado
Learned how to pop my collar in the
City where they shot The Mack
Dem were some of the players that helped
Tie my shoes and lace me
Name was Curtis and BO
Well whaddya know? Through the
Dirt comes Kaveo
Mugzi and Tap Dat Ass, and hella more
(BEOTCH)
Big-ass niggas like B-Legit and E-Deuce
And Mac Shawn
Mac D-Shot and Little Bruce - BEOTCH!


On the dope track where the
Baseheads be comin through
I see more killings and more
Hop than the kangaroo
My baby's momma she sick
She on that glass dick
Be crawlin all on the RUG
Lookin for that shit!
Hogan High School prom queen right?
On her hands and knees pickin up
Lint and anything that's white
That's how you can tell that
A dopefiend's gone psycho
When they get to hah lookin all out
The curtains with they high beams
On the corner, be that dice game unfoldin
(what happened?)
One of my dudes, SERIOUSLY, he rollin
Then a couple of fools pull up
And went for theirs a-course
With intentions of splittin my wig but
It wound up gettin reversed
I left they kite flyin, down for the grind
Witnesses dissolve
A prime example of bad karma, Murphy's Law
If you gon' be a fool then be a fool, shit
But just know when to act a fool
And who to act a fool with!

"I don't care, call the cops" mob shit
"I don't care, call the cops"
Mob shit'll never fall
Mob shit gon' always sell through
Smell that? What mob shit do?
"I don't care, call the cops"
All mob shit do is quadruple
I'm in this bitch, irkin like a motherfucker
"I don't care, call the cops"
Fuckin shit, BEOTCH!
"I don't care, call the cops"
Yeah that's that shit
"I don't care, call the cops"
See that's that shit that get a nigga krunk
Right there
That's that shit that'll get a nigga buck
On they ho ass mobb that shit out nigga!
Bosko, mobb that shit - they ain't knowin
O-o-o-o-eeee oooh
See I spit that shit too look here
O-o-o-o-eeee oooh
Make the shit go like this here
O-o-o-o-eeee oooh