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Viewing Lyrics for Lieutenant Roast A Botch:

Artist:E 40
No album artwork found
Album:The Element Of Surprise
Track:Lieutenant Roast A Botch
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:1092
 
Lyrics:Featuring Silk E]
[E 40]
The names have been changed to protect the innocent

The Adventures of Lieutenant Roast a Botch & Sherrie Stack a grip
Ay ay ay ay!! Nigga pull
that muthafucka ay! Ay!
Hold on playboy aiy pull that muthafucka over dude
Bu bu
bu bu bu bu bu!!
[Silk E]
I know he is not about to bring his muthafuckin ass 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 patna 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 bench you fuckin walrus

I'm Sherrie Stack a Grip
Known for slappin niggas in shit
I'll take your
refrigerator and your bank roll bitch
Only way you gone see this
If it's under your
tongue
Get out my face you fuckin eclipse, you're blockin my sun
(car tires
skeeting)
[E-40]
Bitch what the fuck you talkin bout?
It ain't like you some
kind of notch or somethin
You know what Im sayin? Bitch
I'm Lieutenant Roast a
Botch, you didn't know it huh?
Captain Save a Hoe
Bitch 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 ass 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
sexin
Irritated by your yeast infection
She's a lazy hoe, y'all seen her
Sit
in her ass 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 jack,
it aint about shit
[E-40]
Throw it, money, fonky cock oh yeah
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 fuck 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]

Nigga damn your personality
You're never gettin no ass from me
Big, beared
muthafucka couldn't get no pussy, 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
bitches
With your fat ass
Fix your cash in a grab bag
By the time you touch
your toes
Muthafucka I'll be in Baghdad
[E-40]
Oooo!! I heard your pussy
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 bitch

Like my little cousin
Said those rappin ass brothers from Dallas go hard black

Gold diggin bitch I ain't got no scratch
[Silk-E]
Ah nigga Sherrie Stack a
Grip don't give a fuck 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 muthafucka 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 ass nigga

With your fat ass
Always wanna holla sittin there stank
With your fat ass

Cheesy knuckles marinatin with your drank
Hey fat ass!!!
You best go tender
your Phillies
Paw lubricated, dick in hand
Poppin chicken like skillets
I
hold your account like clothes
Oh God you quit it
You don't believe me
Call
your bank and go and ask your bitch
[E-40]
Haven't you noticed
Put your hand
in front of your mout and smell it yourself
Oh, bitch 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 gums you cant avoid
Somebody give this hoe a Altoid
Would you please
put some lotion on them scuffed up, ashy knees
Clothes lookin like the need to see a dry
cleaners
You actin bad with your imitation powder bag
I know your history hoe

Thunderbird and grape Kool-Aid
You remember suckin 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
 
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