| Song | Lieutenant Roast A Botch - Clean |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Album | The Element Of Surprise |
| 作词 : McCord, Reynolds, Stevens ... | |
| 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 nigga pull that mother****er, ay! | |
| Ay! ay hold on playboy | |
| Ay pull that mother****er over dude | |
| (bu bu bu bu bu bu bu!!) | |
| [silk-e] | |
| I know he is not about to bring his mother****in 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 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 ****in 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 ****in eclipse, you're blockin my sun | |
| (car tires skeeting) | |
| [e-40] | |
| Bitch what the **** you talkin bout? | |
| It ain't like you some kind of notch or somethin | |
| You know what i 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 cash, then it ain't about shit | |
| [e-40] throw it, money, fonky cock 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 **** 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 mutha****a 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 | |
| Mutha****a 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 **** 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 mutha****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 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 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 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| [silk-e] if it ain't about cash, then it ain't about shit.. |
| zuò cí : McCord, Reynolds, Stevens ... | |
| 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 nigga pull that mother er, ay! | |
| Ay! ay hold on playboy | |
| Ay pull that mother er over dude | |
| bu bu bu bu bu bu bu!! | |
| silke | |
| I know he is not about to bring his mother in ass over here | |
| e40 | |
| Buu!!! huh? | |
| silke | |
| Damn! | |
| e40 | |
| You had a smile on your face yesterday why you lookin mean today? | |
| silke | |
| I was tryin to holla at your potnah that' s why | |
| I say, uhoh, 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 in 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 in eclipse, you' re blockin my sun | |
| car tires skeeting | |
| e40 | |
| Bitch what the you talkin bout? | |
| It ain' t like you some kind of notch or somethin | |
| You know what i 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 | |
| silke if it ain' t about cash, then it ain' t about shit | |
| e40 throw it, money, fonky cock beoott.. ch | |
| Lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant roast a botch | |
| Lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant roast a botch | |
| silke | |
| Sherrie stack a grip, sherrie, sherrie stack a | |
| Sherrie stack a grip, sherrie, sherrie stack a | |
| e40 | |
| Atenhut!! | |
| Stand at attention cause one of the main thangs you need to learn | |
| Is to shut the 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 | |
| silke | |
| Nigga damn your personality | |
| You' re never gettin no ass from me | |
| Big, beared mutha a 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 | |
| Mutha a i' ll be in baghdad | |
| e40 | |
| 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 | |
| silke | |
| Ah nigga sherrie stack a grip don' t give a about that | |
| chorus | |
| silke | |
| Why are you screamin at me are you mad from frustration | |
| It ain' t my fault you still masturbatin | |
| If youse a balla mutha 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 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 | |
| e40 | |
| 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 dodo 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 koolaid | |
| You remember suckin dicks in the seventh grade | |
| All you needed is some bamma and a couple hits | |
| That' s why the sahabs called you | |
| Sherrie stuff a dick the ratchet mouth biotch | |
| Chorus | |
| silke if it ain' t about cash, then it ain' t about shit.. |