E-40 - Me & My Bitch lyrics
[E-40 - Me & My Bitch lyrics]
It's just me (it's just me mayne)
And my bitch (and my biatch)
She hates my guts (she hate my guts)
And makes me sick (I can't stand her)
I curse her out (HOE)
She cuss me out (sorry ass nigga)
Then we make up (we make up mayne)
Fuck on the couch
(on the couch) BIATCH! BIATCH!
UHHH! My main batch in the front yard
Finna fight my other batch
Try'na grab each other by each other
Hair and pull out a patch
Both of them got Vaseline on they face
So they both don't get scratched
My neighbors ain't trippin
(why?) cause they use to that
The police don't response cause they know
They won't be right back
Togetha, foreva, like that? Yup like that
Never Chris Makin under? even
Though pressure bust pipes
My bitch got my back whether
I'm wrong or I'm right
I'm a gangsta and all that ol manish
Shit i go zany and bad
A lightway part time comedian she like
When I make her laugh
The other day we was just kickin
It at powwowing and shit
Have a breakfast at the waffle house
Cheese eggs and grit's
Then all of a sudden come
Rushing some ol' mysterious bitch
Talking and hooping and hollering bout
She pregnant and shit
I reached back as far as I can go I can get
Then I slapped the shit out that hoe
With the back of my fist
Seems like everytime a nigga get home
(get home) a nigga done did sumthin wrong
(sumthin wrong)
Caught me sex texting on the smart phone
(smart phone)
I'm like "what the fuck is this bitch on? "
(bitch on)
Her parents don't really like me cause they
Know we be on that thug love
And they don't get off in our business
Cause cum is thicker than blood
But her brothers be try'na to test me
Size me up and mean mug
But they know that I pack that iron
And I'm good with the gloves
For the most part we cool
And I respects they gangsta
I gotta baby by they sister we
Family I ain't no stranger
Me and my bitch got one of them love
Hate relationships we some fools
Break up to make up then
Fuck cussing arguing infused
She don't wanna see me with her and
I don't wanna she her with you
But the problem with me and her
Is all we do is accuse
But at the end of the fuckin day
I'm her man not her mouse
She got mo money than me
But I wear the pants in this house (BIATCH)
Can't live with em, can't live without em
We put our trust in, but we still doubt em
Me and my, me and my, me and, me and my bitch
Me and my, me and my, me and, me and my bitch
I love her panties my nigga
She love my dirty draws
I love her panties my nigga
She love my dirty draws (UHH)
Can't live with em, can't live without em
We put our trust in but we still doubt em
And my bitch (and my biatch)
She hates my guts (she hate my guts)
And makes me sick (I can't stand her)
I curse her out (HOE)
She cuss me out (sorry ass nigga)
Then we make up (we make up mayne)
Fuck on the couch
(on the couch) BIATCH! BIATCH!
UHHH! My main batch in the front yard
Finna fight my other batch
Try'na grab each other by each other
Hair and pull out a patch
Both of them got Vaseline on they face
So they both don't get scratched
My neighbors ain't trippin
(why?) cause they use to that
The police don't response cause they know
They won't be right back
Togetha, foreva, like that? Yup like that
Never Chris Makin under? even
Though pressure bust pipes
My bitch got my back whether
I'm wrong or I'm right
I'm a gangsta and all that ol manish
Shit i go zany and bad
A lightway part time comedian she like
When I make her laugh
The other day we was just kickin
It at powwowing and shit
Have a breakfast at the waffle house
Cheese eggs and grit's
Then all of a sudden come
Rushing some ol' mysterious bitch
Talking and hooping and hollering bout
She pregnant and shit
I reached back as far as I can go I can get
Then I slapped the shit out that hoe
With the back of my fist
Seems like everytime a nigga get home
(get home) a nigga done did sumthin wrong
(sumthin wrong)
Caught me sex texting on the smart phone
(smart phone)
I'm like "what the fuck is this bitch on? "
(bitch on)
Her parents don't really like me cause they
Know we be on that thug love
And they don't get off in our business
Cause cum is thicker than blood
But her brothers be try'na to test me
Size me up and mean mug
But they know that I pack that iron
And I'm good with the gloves
For the most part we cool
And I respects they gangsta
I gotta baby by they sister we
Family I ain't no stranger
Me and my bitch got one of them love
Hate relationships we some fools
Break up to make up then
Fuck cussing arguing infused
She don't wanna see me with her and
I don't wanna she her with you
But the problem with me and her
Is all we do is accuse
But at the end of the fuckin day
I'm her man not her mouse
She got mo money than me
But I wear the pants in this house (BIATCH)
Can't live with em, can't live without em
We put our trust in, but we still doubt em
Me and my, me and my, me and, me and my bitch
Me and my, me and my, me and, me and my bitch
I love her panties my nigga
She love my dirty draws
I love her panties my nigga
She love my dirty draws (UHH)
Can't live with em, can't live without em
We put our trust in but we still doubt em