| I don’t need no iron I’m already creased
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| I don’t need no money I got mouthpiece
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| Thug wit me who got that indo nigga mug wit me Stick yo’pistol out the window have a few drinks wit me Nigga get fired up Out of state dummy license plate faulty ass tags
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| Trunk full of out door weed back seat full of garbage bags
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| Lookin’fo’that money train lookin’fo’that treasure
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| Like to fuck alot mix the business wit the pleasure
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| What’s up you timer when you gone resign
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| Put a soul food restaurant in yo’mamas name and own your own clothing line
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| Ain’t no tellin'
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| that’s what Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
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| When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
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| A big lip street nigga was in the makin’a ferocious dangerous dude
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| A little microscopic seed maranatin’in the fallopian tube
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| Ready to face the world ready to say my speech
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| Ready to come out early feet first nigga breeched
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| Uno uno dos tres quattro
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| Drinkin’malt liquor out the baby bottle
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| Five five six six seven eight
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| Move from the crest side to the hillside
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| Go ahead ask the v.p.d.
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| Betcha they tell you about me Betcha they tell you they been investigatin’my ass since '83
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| Betcha they say dude real,
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| betcha they say I don’t know how that nigga did it but he sittin’on a few mill
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| All I gotta say is nemesis
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| Bet I know one thing betch you they know
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| who shot my mommas house up that night on magazine
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| Should I say I wanna take a face nah
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| cause if the district attorney get this tape they might build a case
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| I’m high as fuck man inhalin’it beatin’on my chest like Tarzan
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| Hold it fo’ten
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| Five lucky to be alive
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| I only got one mo’album to do on jive, an’I’m gone
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| I don’t need no iron I’m already creased
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| I don’t need no money Igot mouthpiece
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| Let’s go half on a forty an’a twamp sack of broccoli
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| I got a car deville coupty
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| So what if its primer colored so what it’s a hooptie
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| So what if the lifters tick I knwo I’m forty water
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| So what if I gotta get up under the engine an’tap the starter
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| In the mourning eatin’cereal
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| Strapped with the 223 infrared material
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| Who come from nothin’who run the thirteen hundred block
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| Who used to top have to walk the streets floodin’wit holes in they socks
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| Who really real, how many know the deal
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| Who got they church clothed from the good will
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| Click shit makes a muthafuckas night
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| Niggas listen to it 'cause it’s right
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| Money don’t make me, I make money
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| What I look like fuckin’over a broad, playboy I’m a macaroni
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| I mean that bitch got miles on her she’s a ho
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| I mean that bitch can teach the wind how to blow
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| She’s a pro groupie though
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| Zulu jocka binaca
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| The hood head knocka'
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| I don’t need no iron I’m already creased
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| I don’t need no money I got mouthpiece
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| Sometimes I’m suited up sometimes I don’t care
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| When I’m grindin’I don’t brush my teeth or comb my hair
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| When I’m timin’I like to buy drinks
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| When I’m timin’it’s louie the thirteenth
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| Ballers you know how we livin'
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| You know how we meet 'em in the parking lot at popeye’s chicken
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| I can mesmerize a hoe by jowsin
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| Can you make a g look like ten thousand
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| Where all my ghetto tycoon, beanie caps, and kangols
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| Where all my niggas wit them federal beepers on they ankles
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| Where all the hood-hoe dick teasers
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| Where all my beautiful black intelligent divas
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| I dont’need no iron I’m already creased
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| I don’t need no money I got mouthpiece |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mouthpiece , by - E-40. Song from the album Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп