E-40 - Lieutenant Roast A Botch lyrics

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E-40 - Lieutenant Roast A Botch lyrics

[e-40] The names have been changed to protect the innocent The adventures of lieutenant roast a botch.. And sherrie stack a grip Ay, ay ay, ay n***a pull that motherf**er, ay! Ay! ay hold on playboy Ay pull that motherf**er over dude (bu bu bu bu bu bu bu!!) [silk-e] I know he is not about to bring his motherf**in a** over here [e-40] Buu!!! huh? [silk-e] Damn! [e-40] You had a smile on your face yesterday why you lookin mean today? [silk-e] I was tryin to holla at your potnah that's why I say, uh-oh, look out danger Captain save a hoe with the rescue rangers You wanna holla right Hell naw you ain't gettin at this While you was in the hall of game you should've checked my exibit Lieutenant roast a who, i'll leave you balless Always can come, this ain't no beach you f**in walrus I'm sherrie stack a grip Known for slappin n***as in sh** I'll take your refrigerator and your bank roll b**h Only way you gone see this If it's under your tongue Get out my face you f**in eclipse, you're blockin my sun (car tires skeeting) [e-40] b**h what the f** you talkin bout? It ain't like you some kind of notch or somethin You know what i I'm lieutenant roast a botch, you didn't know it huh? Captain save a hoe b**h that's my long distance cousin from boise, idaho We cake patnas, but dude be savin hoes And i be savin marbles It's a long a** distance between me and that fool Cause he's one of them modest fellows And i'm lieutenant roast a botch known for roastin hoes like marshmellows Let you tell it cause you a strong black sista about your clout Knowin you ain't got a pot to piss in and a window to throw it out Are you itchin caging about s**in Irritated by your yeast infection She's a lazy hoe, y'all seen her Sit in her a** all day and watch jerry springer Ten kids by ten different dicks Biotch!! your whole house smell like piss (chorus) [silk-e] if it ain't about cash, then it ain't about sh** [e-40] throw it, money, fonky co*k beoott..ch Lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant roast a botch Lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant roast a botch [silk-e] Sherrie stack a grip, sherrie, sherrie stack a Sherrie stack a grip, sherrie, sherrie stack a [e-40] Aten-hut!! Stand at attention cause one of the main thangs you need to learn Is to shut the f** up while tycoons is talkin Raise your hand and don't be speakin out of tongues Only when told to speak, spoke Only time you laugh is when i tell a joke [silk-e] n***a damn your personality You're never gettin no a** from me Big, beared muthaf**a couldn't get no p**y, sittin there mad at me Ain't it about business for pillsbury to be smokin on swishers Lieutenant look like you roastin more turkeys than b**hes With your fat a** Fix your cash in a grab bag By the time you touch your toes Muthaf**a i'll be in baghdad [e-40] Oooo!! i heard your p**y went platinum Colomena serpants, herpes, chlymadia and abdimum Sherrie stack a grip nicknamed Sherrie stuff a dick the ratchet mouth biotch!! See i go hard on a b**h Like my little cousin Said those rappin a** brothers from dallas go hard black Gold diggin b**h i ain't got no scratch [silk-e] Ah n***a sherrie stack a grip don't give a f** about that (chorus) [silk-e] Why are you screamin at me are you mad from frustration It ain't my fault you still masturbatin If youse a balla muthaf**a help me recognize Roll over this fifty dollar bill and give me ten fives You weak dick havin, roach clip needin Wheezin tryin to breath oversleepin a** n***a With your fat a** Always wanna holla sittin there stank With your fat a** Cheesy knuckles marinatin with your drank Hey fat a**!!! You best go tender your phillies Paw lubricated, dick in hand Poppin chicken like sk**ets I hold your account like clothes Oh god you quit it You don't believe me Call your bank and go and ask your b**h [e-40] Haven't you noticed Put your hand in front of your mout and smell it yourself Oh, b**h that's halitosis When the last time you saw a doctor about your health Oh you hoes, talkin bout you got the flu Ignorin do-do breath you can't avoid Somebody give this hoe a altoid Would you please put some lotion on them scuffed up, ashy knees Clothes lookin like they need to see a dry cleaners You out there bad with your imitation prada bag I know your history hoe Thunderbird and grape kool-aid You remember s**in dicks in the seventh grade All you needed is some bamma and a couple hits That's why the sa-habs called you Sherrie stuff a dick the ratchet mouth biotch Chorus [silk-e] if it ain't about cash, then it ain't about sh**..