| Mobb that shit out nigga
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| Bosko, Mobb that shit, beotch
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| Mobb shit
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| (Mobb shit)
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| We invented this shit
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| (What'd we do?)
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| Boy I helped pioneer this
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| Boy I helped pioneer this
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| Hoe beotch
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| I’m irkin', head spinnin' dome swervin'
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| Emergin' to the right to the left, see three, hallucinatin'
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| Stoned ain’t got a lick but a bra protection on my phone
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| Therefore that’ll make it this that much easier
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| For anybody with a computer that got the right data information
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| Software to clone, clone it off the streets how much?
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| Bass head dis down playa price boy a hundred piece
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| (Hundred piece)
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| Shit I don’t figure dat dere ain’t no mo' worse than clonin' sheep
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| Just understand, I dub this for my weepies
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| More hair on my face than my daddy do
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| (Daddy do)
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| I guess it’s them steroids that they been puttin' in our food
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| (In our food)
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| Shit the man behind the counter at the liquor store asked him for ID
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| Before he get to askin' me and if he ask me for ID
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| Then I’ma get bitch
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| To use some of that swindlin' ass fast-fast talkin'
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| Con man in the ghetto urban reverse psychology
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| Niggaz got it tough out here, tough out here, it’s rough
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| Niggaz got it rough out here, nigga out here, it’s tough
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| Let’s hit the weed spot, let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Let’s hit the liquor sto', let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Let’s hit the house party, let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Pull up sideways, doin' about a buck-fifty
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| Let’s hit the weed spot, let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Let’s hit the liquor sto', let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Let’s hit the house party, let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Pull up sideways, doin' about a buck-fifty
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| Hello my friend, whassuper dude?
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| Give me a pack of sunflower seeds
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| And a box of larger size Magnum rubbers
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| A generic lemon squeeze lime juice and a bottle of Goldschlager
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| A pack of licorice, lick 'em and lock 'em zig-zags
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| A hard boiled egg and them pickled pig feet
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| (Pickled pigs feet)
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| Shit I gotta do as much fuckin' and partyin' as I can
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| I gotta go turn myself in next week
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| (Beotch)
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| I’m up all night, playa what chagonna be doin'
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| Up in somebody’s layin' pipe
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| Bitch be talkin' about suin' and try to accuse yo' ass of rape
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| 'Cause you rap sa' hoe, I ain’t even tryin' to entertain that
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| See I dip in mo' holes than a golf ball
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| Pussy fallin' all out of my Granada
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| Squabs in Kansas City, squabs in Colorado
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| Learned how to pop my collar in the city where they shot The Mack
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| Dem were some of the players that helped tie my shoes and lace me
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| Name was Curtis and B.O.
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| Well whaddya know? |
| Doo doo dirt clucks Messy and tap that ass fool we in hella
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| mo'
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| (Beotch)
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| Bitch-ass niggaz like B-Legit and And Mac-Shon, mack D-Shot and Lil' Bruce,
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| beotch
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| Let’s hit the weed spot, let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Let’s hit the liquor sto', let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Let’s hit the house party, let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Pull up sideways, doin' about a buck-fifty
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| Let’s hit the weed spot, let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Let’s hit the liquor sto', let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Let’s hit the house party, let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Pull up sideways, doin' about a buck-fifty
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| On the dope track where the bass heads be comin' through
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| I see more killings and more hop than the kangaroo
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| My baby’s momma she sick, she on that glass dick
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| Be crawlin' all on the rug lookin' for that shit
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| Hogan High School prom queen right?
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| On her hands and knees pickin' up lint and anything that’s white
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| That’s how you can tell that a dope fiend’s gone psycho
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| When they get to hah lookin' all out the curtains with they high beams
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| On the corner, be that dice game unfoldin'
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| (What happened?)
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| One of my dudes, seriously, he rollin'
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| Then a couple of fools pull up and went for theirs a-course
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| With intentions of splittin' my wig but it wound up gettin' reversed
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| I left they kite flyin', down for the grind, witnesses dissolve
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| (Dissolve)
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| A prime example of bad karma, Murphy’s Law
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| (Murphy's Law)
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| If you gon' be a fool then be a fool, shit
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| But just know when to act a fool and who to act a fool with
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| Let’s hit the weed spot, let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Let’s hit the liquor sto', let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Let’s hit the house party, let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Pull up sideways, doin' about a buck-fifty
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| Let’s hit the weed spot, let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Let’s hit the liquor sto', let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Let’s hit the house party, let’s hit the L.I.Q.
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| Pull up sideways, doin' about a buck-fifty
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| Hoe shit
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| I don’t care, call the cops
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| Mob shit
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| I don’t care, call the cops
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| Mob shit’ll never fall
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| Mob shit gon' always sell through, smell that?
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| What mob shit do?
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| I don’t care, call the cops
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| All mob shit do is quadruple
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| I’m in this bitch, irkin' like a motherfucker
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| I don’t care, call the cops
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| Fuckin' shit, beotch
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| I don’t care, call the cops
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| Yeah that’s that shit
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| I don’t care, call the cops
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| See that’s that shit that get a nigga krunk, right there
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| That’s that shit that’ll get a nigga buck, on they hoe ass
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| Mobb that shit out nigga
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| Bosko, Mobb that shit they ain’t knowin'
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| See I spit that shit too look here
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| Make the shit go like this here |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song L.I.Q. , by - E-40. Song from the album Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп