Studio Ton - 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 Ho 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 exhibit 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'n sh** I'll take your refrigerator and your bank roll b**h Only way you gon' 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'm sayin? b**h I'm Lieutenant Roast a Botch, you ain't knowin huh? Captain Save a Ho 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, can't think about s**in Irritated by yo' yeast infection She's a lazy ho - 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 mo', 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] Hoooooo!! I heard your p**y went platinum Cum all in the cervix, herpes chlamydia in the abdomen Sherrie Stack a Grip Nicknamed Sherrie Stuff a Dick - The Ratchet Mouth Biotch!! See I go hard on a batch (HARD) Like my little cousin Sir Nose rappin a** brother from Dallas Gold hard black - gold diggin batch 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 ho 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 ho 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**..