Текст песни E-40 - Mouthpiece
E-40 - Mouthpiece слова песни
[Chorus 3x] I don`t need no iron I`m already creased I don`t need no money I got mouthpiece[E-40]Thug wit me who got that indo nigga mug wit meStick yo` pistol out the window have a few drinks wit meNigga get fired upOut of state dummy license plate faulty ass tags Trunk full of out door weed back seat full of garbage bagsLookin` fo` that money train lookin` fo` that treasureLike to fuck alot mix the business wit the pleasureWhat`s up you timer when you gone resign Put a soul food restaurant in yo` mamas name and own your own clothing lineAin`t no tellin` that`s what Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny loafsWhen Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notesA big lip street nigga was in the makin` a ferocious dangerous dudeA little microscopic seed maranatin` in the fallopian tubeReady to face the world ready to say my speechReady to come out early feet first nigga breechedUno uno dos tres quattroDrinkin` malt liquor out the baby bottleFive five six six seven eightMove from the crest side to the hillsideGo ahead ask the v.p.d.Betcha they tell you about meBetcha they tell you they been investigatin` my ass since `83Betcha they say dude real, betcha they say I don`t know how that nigga did it but he sittin` on a few millAll I gotta say is nemesis Bet I know one thing betch you they know who shot my mommas house up that night on magazine Should I say I wanna take a face nahcause if the district attorney get this tape they might build a caseI`m high as fuck man inhalin` it beatin` on my chest like TarzanHold it fo` tenFive lucky to be aliveI only got one mo` album to do on jive, an` I`m gone [Chorus 2x] I don`t need no iron I`m already creased I don`t need no money Igot mouthpieceLet`s go half on a forty an` a twamp sack of broccoliI got a car deville couptySo what if its primer colored so what it`s a hooptieSo what if the lifters tick I knwo I`m forty water So what if I gotta get up under the engine an` tap the starterIn the mourning eatin` cerealStrapped with the 223 infrared materialWho come from nothin` who run the thirteen hundred blockWho used to top have to walk the streets floodin` wit holes in they socksWho really real, how many know the dealWho got they church clothed from the good willClick shit makes a muthafuckas nightNiggas listen to it `cause it`s rightMoney don`t make me, I make moneyWhat I look like fuckin` over a broad, playboy I`m a macaroniI mean that bitch got miles on her she`s a hoI mean that bitch can teach the wind how to blowShe`s a pro groupie thoughZulu jocka binaca The hood head knocka` [Chorus 1x] I don`t need no iron I`m already creased I don`t need no money I got mouthpieceSometimes I`m suited up sometimes I don`t careWhen I`m grindin` I don`t brush my teeth or comb my hairWhen I`m timin` I like to buy drinks When I`m timin` it`s louie the thirteenthBallers you know how we livin` You know how we meet `em in the parking lot at popeye`s chickenI can mesmerize a hoe by jowsinCan you make a g look like ten thousandWhere all my ghetto tycoon, beanie caps, and kangolsWhere all my niggas wit them federal beepers on they anklesWhere all the hood-hoe dick teasersWhere all my beautiful black intelligent divas [Chorus 1x] I dont` need no iron I`m already creased I don`t need no money I got mouthpiece