Bosko - f**in' They Nose lyrics

[Intro: E-40] Let's make it happen Mmmhmm.. I mean it can't get mo' mobber Y'know, we like to buy our sh** in bulk Y'know in VOLUMES Y'know like CostCo? We f** with Bosco (f**in with Bosco) You smell me? It's that mob sh** n***a, so damn sinister Ssssh**, BEOTCH! [Chorus:]​ f**in they nose like this [T] Your nose, f**in your nose like this [E] Like that? [T] It's like that [E] Like this! f**in they nose like this [T] It's like this [E] Like that? [T] Like that [E] Like this! (Weeee, beeee) f**in they nose like this [T] Your nose, f**in your nose like this [E] Like that? [T] It's like that [E] Like this! f**in 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, n***a shady bring the worst out Black beretta put the thirst out See I'm rollin in my truck, dick hardest to f** Hit a block, and let the b**h blow on my sock I got ba** 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 f** if you fine My crew, doggish, Sic-Wid-It hoggish Ball in two-thousand, s**ers ain't allowed in Catch me on the track with the froze up wrists And I'll be f**in they nose, like this (BEEOTCH!) [Chorus] [Suga T] These b**hes in competition (what what) But ain't gon' bust a grape in a food fight And n***a, you blowin hot air I don't care, I keep a spare square b**hes better beware, run up I dare you Suga T the boss b**h, hittin switches Mobbin old school then beatin down b**hes 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 f**in 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 b**hes 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 who*es 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 f**in they nose like this [Chorus] [Bridge: E-40] fu*kIN THEY NOSE LIKE THIS Aowwww, aowwww, I can feel it when you talk [E-40] When you talk Even when you walk [E-40] Whenever I walk Won't you sprinkle me [E-40] Sprinkle me mayne Just thank you, thank you [E-40] Just what? Sprinkle me mayne fu*kIN THEY NOSE LIKE THIS [E-40] Uh-huh Just thank you, thank you [E-40] BEOTCH! Remember me? From "I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin hard" I'm in the traffic pervin ridin on about a buck-oh-fever Down (??) Boulevard I does the thing to do peddle to the metal Punchin on the gas, great dipped Caddy showin my a** Flamboastin, straight out of Vallel' But I got this mack game, comin from Oakland n***as love me, I'm a boss *I'm a boss) My accountant Keith say that I should lease But see I'm ethnic, fu*k A TAX WRITE-OFF I'm off that St. Ide's, I got that Charlie in my deck I'm dang near paralyzed, runnin over the yellow reflectors about to wreck I'm seein two's, three's, oasises and mirages Bumpin into trees, leaves, garbage cans and garages Under my seat, military issue Spoofed up insurance, SR-22 A sack of broccoli and a bunch of bottles, I'm grounded f** around and got my vehicle impounded sh** BEOTCH, f**, Elroy's roughed me up Them b**hes knew I had power cause I got out within a month [Chorus] [Ad libs to fade]