"Fuckin' They Nose" lyrics - E-40

(E-40)
Let's make it happen
Mmmhmm... I mean it can't get mo' mobber
Y'know, we like to buy our shit in bulk
Y'know in VOLUMES
Y'know like CostCo? We fuck with Bosco
(Fuckin' with Bosco) You smell me?
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
Sssshit, BEOTCH!

Chorus:
(all)

Fuckin' they nose like this
[T] Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
[E] Like that? [T] It's like that
[E] Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
[T] It's like this
[E] Like that? [T] Like that
[E] Like this! (Weeee, beeee)
Fuckin' they nose like this
[T] Your nose, fuckin' your nose like this
[E] Like that? [T] It's like that
[E] Like this!
Fuckin' they nose like this
[T] It's like this
[E] Like that? [T] Like that
[E] Like this!

(B-Legit)
I be the first out, nigga shady bring the worst out
Black beretta put the thirst out
See I'm rollin' in my truck, dick hardest to fuck
Hit a block, and let the bitch blow on my sock
I got bass rock tips, red-nose tits
Las Vegas chips better dub out here (uh-huh)
Spend G's overseas got 'em sprung on the game (sprung on the game)
And all in Amsterdam you was hearin my name
I move raps over beats, tales from the street
Concrete walker, straight male stalker
[?] Broken temple of hemp, I keep it simple
Money all mine, I give a fuck if you fine
My crew, doggish, Sic-Wid-It hoggish
Ball in two-thousand, suckers ain't allowed in
Catch me on the track with the froze up wrists
And I'll be fuckin' they nose, like this (BEEOTCH!)

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(Suga T)
These bitches in competition (what what)
But ain't gon' bust a grape in a food fight
And nigga, you blowin' hot air
I don't care, I keep a spare square
Bitches better beware, run up I dare you
Suga T the boss bitch, hittin switches
Mobbin old school then beatin' down bitches
I'm struttin my tools, fool; give it up or shut up
Been done mess around and got stuck-up, set up
I still ride with yola copped in my cot
Impulse with chops and still be a top notch
Fuckin' your nose, and yo' dome (and yo' dome)
Man Shot, let these haters know

(D-Shot)
I was intrigued by the way things ran
How it was done (what else) how a bitches mind was run
So I hollered at the master pimp, who was dressed in mink
I asked him could I buy him a drink
He said, "What can I do for you son?" I said I wish to pimp
I want yo' same stroll, and I want yo' limp
I want my mail to be as long as yours
Sport big cars and breakin all the whores
Load me up with your finest disk
I'm only fifteen and I'm ready to pimp
I want my hoes to pull in all the tricks
I'm fuckin' they nose like this

Chorus w/ variations