E-40 - Mouthpiece Lyrics
[chorus 3x]I dont need no iron Im already creasedI dont 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 tagsTrunk full of out door weed back seat full of garbage bagsLookin fo that money train lookin fo that treasureLike to ***** alot mix the business wit the pleasureWhats up you timer when you gone resignPut a soul food restaurant in yo mamas name and own your own clothing lineAint no tellinThats 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 dont know how that nigga did itBut he sittin on a few millAll I gotta say is nemesisBet I know one thing betch you they knowWho shot my mommas house up that night on magazineShould I say I wanna take a face nahCause if the district attorney get this tape they might build a caseIm high as ***** 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 Im gone[chorus 2x]I dont need no iron Im already creasedI dont need no money igot mouthpieceLets go half on a forty an a twamp sack of broccoliI got a car deville couptySo what if its primer colored so what its a hooptieSo what if the lifters tick I knwo Im forty waterSo 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 mutha*****as nightNiggas listen to it cause its rightMoney dont make me, I make moneyWhat I look like *****in over a broad, playboy Im a macaroniI mean that ***** got miles on her shes a hoI mean that ***** can teach the wind how to blowShes a pro groupie thoughZulu jocka binacaThe hood head knocka[chorus 1x]I dont need no iron Im already creasedI dont need no money I got mouthpieceSometimes Im suited up sometimes I dont careWhen Im grindin I dont brush my teeth or comb my hairWhen Im timin I like to buy drinksWhen Im timin its louie the thirteenthBallers you know how we livinYou know how we meet em in the parking lot at popeyes 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 Im already creasedI dont need no money I got mouthpiece
