E-40 Mouthpiece Lyrics

Charlie Hustle: The BluePrint of a Self-Made Millionaire Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 L.I.Q.
  • 2 Ballaholic
  • 3 Cause I Can
  • 4 Get Breaded
  • 5 Look at Me
  • 6 Duckin’ & Dodgin’
  • 7 Fuckin’ They Nose
  • 8 Seasoned
  • 9 Earl That’s Yo’ Life
  • 10 Rules & Regulations
  • 11 Borrow Yo’ Broad
  • 12 Do What You Know Good
  • 13 Mouthpiece
  • 14 Big Ballin’ With My Homies
  • 15 Ghetto Celebrity
  • 16 Gangsterous
  • 17 Brownie Points
  • I don't need no iron I'm already creased
    I don't need no money I got mouthpiece
    I don't need no iron I'm already creased
    I don't need no money I got mouthpiece
    I don't need no iron I'm already creased
    I don't need no money I got mouthpiece

    Thug wit' me who got that indo ***** mug wit' me
    Stick yo' pistol out the window have a few drinks wit' me
    ***** get fired up
    Out of state dummy license plate faulty *** tags
    Trunk full of out door weed back seat full of garbage bags
    Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' that treasure
    Like to **** a lot mix the business wit' the pleasure
    What's up you timer when you gone resign
    Put a soul food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing line
    Ain't no tellin'
    That's what Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
    When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
    A big lip street ***** was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous dude
    A little microscopic seed maranatin' in the fallopian tube
    Ready to face the world ready to say my speech
    Ready to come out early feet first ***** breeched
    Uno uno dos tres quattro
    Drinkin' malt liquor out the baby bottle
    Five five six six seven eight
    Move from the crest side to the hillside
    Go ahead ask the vpd
    Betcha they tell you about me
    Betcha they tell you they been investigatin' my *** since '83
    Betcha they say dude real,
    Betcha they say I don't know how that ***** did it
    But he sittin' on a few mill
    All 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 want to take a face nah
    'cause if the district attorney get this tape they might build a case
    I'm high as **** man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
    Hold it fo' ten
    Five lucky to be alive
    I only got one mo' album to do on jive, an' I'm gone

    I don't need no iron I'm already creased
    I don't need no money I got mouthpiece
    I don't need no iron I'm already creased
    I don't need no money I got mouthpiece

    Let's go half on a forty an' a twamp sack of broccoli
    I got a car deville coupty
    So what if it's primer colored so what it's a hooptie
    So what if the lifters tick I know I'm forty water
    So what if I gotta get up under the engine an' tap the starter
    In the mourning eatin' cereal
    Strapped with the 223 infrared material
    Who come from nothin' who run the thirteen hundred block
    Who used to top have to walk the streets floodin' wit' holes in they socks
    Who really real, how many know the deal
    Who got they church clothed from the good will
    Click **** makes a mutha****as night
    *****s listen to it 'cause it's right
    Money don't make me, I make money
    What I look like ****in' over a broad, playboy I'm a macaroni
    I mean that ***** got miles on her she's a ho
    I mean that ***** can teach the wind how to blow
    She's a pro groupie though
    Zulu jocka binaca
    The hood head knocka'

    I don't need no iron I'm already creased
    I don't need no money I got mouthpiece

    Sometimes I'm suited up sometimes I don't care
    When I'm grindin' I don't brush my teeth or comb my hair
    When I'm timin' I like to buy drinks
    When I'm timin' it's louie the thirteenth
    Ballers you know how we livin'
    You know how we meet 'em in the parking lot at Popeye's chicken
    I can mesmerize a hoe by jowsin
    Can you make a g look like ten thousand
    Where all my ghetto tycoon, beanie caps, and kangols
    Where all my *****s wit' them federal beepers on they ankles
    Where all the hood-hoe **** teasers
    Where all my beautiful black intelligent divas

    I don't' need no iron I'm already creased
    I don't need no money I got mouthpiece

    Written by: William Houseman, N Writer Unknown
    Lyrics © Ultra Tunes

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