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

Lace Me Up

Yeah, click shit
Homeboy, suga
(Homeboy, homeboy)
Want me to tie yo' shoes?
Yeah
(Yeah)
Want me to lace you?
Lace me
(Lace me up)
Want me to tie yo' shoes?
Yeah
(Yeah)
Want me to lace you?
Lace me
(Lace me up)
Want me to tie yo' shoes?
Yeah
(Yeah)
Want me to lace you?
Lace me
(Lace me up)
Want me to tie yo' shoes?
Yeah
(Yeah)
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?
So quick
(Homeboy)
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
(Yeah)
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 comin'
Okay, dem some cool clues
I ain’t gon' lie, you laced my tennis shoes
I’ma go back and tell all my dudes
Y’alls playin' football with basketball rules
Jewels our niggaz, 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 granddaddy told me to whip the pussy
Don’t let the pussy be the whip
Want me to tie yo' shoes?
Yeah
(Yeah)
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 skinless 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 niggaz 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
We 'bout them dollars
It ain’t gon' be no, fuck faces no dick tasters
Without them big faces, he already tied my shoelaces
(What I do?)
Want me to tie yo' shoes?
Yeah
(Yeah)
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 and 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'
Homeboy, homeboy